Ah-hah. Now I know how it happened. You got rid of the baby stuff. Every time we got rid of the baby stuff, we got preggo again. That's why we now have a corner of the basement filled with baby paraphenalia we don't plan on needing for ourselves. Besides, if S17 doesn't learn to keep it in his pants, we may be grandparents long before we are ready for it, and then we'll need the stuff. (We and his GF's parents have started requiring a chaperone on all dates because of some past incidents. GF's parents forbade her from seeing him most of the summer).
Frick and Frack (S2 and S3) have confirmed for us that having 2 under 4 years old plus a horny teen in your mid 40's is not a smart move. HP, I recall laughing when babypot was doing her toilet dredging. I'll take that any day over the poop finger painting (they cover all four walls of their bedroom from floor to 5 feet or higher (not any more, all that is in their room now are the mattresses which are on the floor). What takes them 15 mintues to do, takes several hours to clean up. Duct tape on the diapers and pins on the clothing don't stop Houdini from getting into the dirty diaper either.) Ahhh, the joys of parenthood. But ya know, I wouldn't trade a single one of them away either (although there are days....)
May you be boinked silly during your pregnancy. Heck, you can't get more preggo!
