I'm a young married woman with an allergy to most things children-related (including the little buggers themselves) so it probably comes as no surprise that I'm on the pill. Well, due to my carelessness and non-realization that prescriptions can expire even before the refills are up, I missed the first four of my birth control pills in this month's cycle.
No biggie. I wasn't worried.
On Saturday I awoke to find that Harry had snuggled close to me. So close that he was on top of me under the covers. I giggled and dove under as well. An hour later we came up for air, had lunch and then showered to go out for a bit since it was dark and we'd yet to leave the house(what?! like YOU don't sleep in until 1PM on weekends?). Well, needless to say the "getting ready to go out" ended with us under the covers again.
Twice in one day. I was enjoying myself and my earlier response to Harry's comment of "I love morning sex," and I said "Me too. And afternoon sex, mid-day sex, night sex, two AM sex..."
So, imagine my surprise when as we're watching tv that night around midnight and I'm loving rubbing Harry's back, we end up going at it like rabbits yet again.
It wasn't until last night, when I reached for my pills ( my Preciou-sssssss!) when I noticed something.
I had forgotten, understandably, to take one the night before.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, sitting down next to me on the bed.
I pointed to the empty bubble I'd just popped on the blister pack as I chugged a bottle of water.
"What - you took it." I pointed at Saturday's empty spot. I continued to chug, hoping to, I dunno, flush myself out or something.
"Oh -HA!" He then looked down at his jeans. "Go boys, go!"
I hit him with my empty bottle of water. Needless to say - he sooo didn't get any last night!