One thing i hate about travelling nowadays (apart of packing n unpacking) is the risk of not taking my mini pills. Last night i made Mr Husband went back to our place to get it. How many pills did i missed? 2! And i was unshielded!
I really need the goodluck for this one :).
A day after Milan was 1, I was so determined to have another baby (now Sophie). I immediately went off pill. But this time, lets just give my uterus a long break. That poor 'thing' deserves it. Maybe we'll try for another one or maybe we're happy with 2. Mr Husband jokingly said we'll go to Cambodia to adopt a boy and name him Marcus!
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