Last week, my period was four days late. I had a tubal ligation done after I had Ryan, but did you know that the failure rate for tubals, particularly the method used on me, where the tubes aren’t damaged at all (spring clips were placed on them) is around the same as hormonal birth control? That’s not a very comforting thought…
Except a teensy, tiny little part of me almost hoped that I was pregnant. Yeah, I know, I want to smack me too. It’s just my uterus talking. Someone needs to flip its OFF switch permanently. Babies are not like pringles! You CAN stop after one, or even two.
But it’s not that easy. I see pregnant women, teensy tiny little newborns, adorable crib bedding, and even toddling, bow-legged one years old, and I find myself hit with the baby fever.
Oh well. God bless Mother Nature and her monthly gift. I don’t need three kids!
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My name is Jenn, and I'm 27 years old. I'm happily married to my best friend and soulmate, Daniel. Together we have a six year old daughter named 
Name: Alyssa
Name: Ryan
