<p>Last night I realized that, one, I had forgotten to take my Pill the previous night and, two, that was the last pill on the pack.  I&#39;m on the miniPill since I&#39;m nursing.  And I thought that maybe I should not refill my Pills since I am tired of being a slave to hormones.  After all, I got off the pill 3 months before our wedding and did <a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/redirect?link_code=ur2&amp;tag=mothisblisort-20&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;path=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2Fgp%2Fproduct%2F0060937645%2Fqid%3D1134674912%2Fsr%3D8-1%2Fref%3Dpd_bbs_1%3Fn%3D507846%2526s%3Dbooks%2526v%3Dglance">FAM</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=mothisblisort-20&amp;l=ur2&amp;o=1" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" width="1" /> and managed to not only not get pregnant but also was able to enjoy sex even more.  I think it&#39;s because I felt &quot;empowered&quot; and natural.  Also, I was able to conceive The Boy (I know it probably would have happened anyways, but knowing when we made him is incredibly cool for a control freak like me).  So I thought what the heck, I&#39;ll take a chance.  We want 3 kids after all.</p>

<p>Then I went to my dentist appointment.  I have to go to the dentist at 8 PM because that is the only time that I am assured that The Husband will be home and able to watch The Boy.  This was a new dentist, and like all dentists, he thinks that somehow you should be able to hold a conversation while someone is poking your gums until they bleed and he is scraping away at your sanity.  At some point he asked me if I had kids (do I look like a mom?  yikes!).</p>

<p>&quot;One&quot;  I said, proudly.  &quot;It&#39;s so much work!  I never have a moment to myself!&quot;  Cue the violins.  I love being dramatic.</p>

<p>&quot;Well, just wait until you have three&quot; he said.  &quot;We never go out because if we can find a babysitter, they are only willing to watch two kids at most, and then we have to bring the baby with us.  I used to think that it was hard with one baby, then with two, but three is a lot of work.&quot;  He was scraping really hard now.  &quot;We haven&#39;t been on a plane in two years.  Not until they are ALL potty trained.  Spit please.&quot;  </p>

<p>Gulp.</p>

<p>How did he know that I wanted three kids?  How did he know that I was this close to risking potential pregnancy?  What was I thinking?  And what am I so scared of?  This is a signal, right?  For now, I went to CVS and refilled my prescription for one more month.  Maybe I will wait until The Boy is one.  I&#39;ll throw away my pills after his first birthday party</p>

<p>I am constantly debating how I want to space the birth of my children.  I know there is no right answer, but I wonder what you think.  Is 2 years apart ideal?  Will I go crazy if I have 2 under 2?</p>
