A conversation my husband and I had today:
Me: I'm so hungry. I feel like I'm starving.
Him: (Reading Facebook on his cell phone) Uh-huh.
Me: I'm serious. (Laughing) I know I'm not pregnant, but I feel just like I did when I was. You remember that? I would eat my food and yours too, most days.
Him: (Whipping around in his chair to face me, a strange look--panic?--on his face) Wait. How do you know you're not pregnant? Remember when you were ovulating...
Me: That was this cycle? I thought it was the cycle before. (Pausing to think and trying to ignore look of exasperation on husband's face) You're right. Huh.
Him: (Slumping in his chair) Huh.
So...this is weird. My husband and I aren't trying to have another baby. We have our two, and my husband, who's thirteen years older than I am, has two sons from his first marriage, both in their twenties. Although I love being pregnant and wouldn't mind having one more, my husband and I talked it over after our daughter was born, and we agreed that we already have our perfect family.
But, as my husband reminded me, a couple of weeks ago we did kind of ignore the fact that I was ovulating and didn't take the right precautions, so although I would say the chances are very slim, I suppose I could be pregnant.
Huh. We'll be happy if I am, of course, but it will definitely be a shock. I guess we'll need to see what the next few days bring.