So I had this dream that I got re-pregnanted.
Like, it was now, and I was five months pregnant, and went to the doctor, who said I was freshly pregnant with a new kid. So I was going to have a second kid - I'd just have it five months after the first one.
Of course, I couldn't believe it. Who knew you could get pregnant if you were already pregnant?
It wasn't uncommon, according to my OB. If I hadn't wanted to get pregnant again, I should have been more careful.
I'd operated my whole life on the assumption that pregnancy was the one absolute, for sure, safe time.
And a friend of mine was all, "Don't be ridiculous! It's one of those myths, like if you stand up immediately, or jump up and down right after sex, you won't get pregnant."
At first, I was hysterical.
How would I handle another pregnancy on top of this first one? I couldn't! It was just impossible!
And then I got to a point where I was like, well, during the overlap, things will really, really suck. But then I'll have two kids. And I will never, ever have to be pregnant again.
When I thought about it like that, it sounded perfect.
I was telling Nick about this, and he asked where I'd get pregnant with the other kid. And I was all, "In my other uterus."
And his eyes got a little sparkly and he said, "I think that's called your butt."