I've already shared with you all that I don't want anymore kids, however last week I had that defining moment that really made me realise that I DON'T WANT ANYMORE KIDS.
Most days I don't get to go to the gym until after the kids have gone to bed & the house is clean. One night last week, it was that same type of night. I was sitting on the couch trying to motivate myself to go to the gym. It was about 8.30pm, I was absolutely knackered from a busy day but I really wanted to go to the gym when Drew looks at me and says "maybe we should do it". He's so romantic.
Seeing as Drew has been working so hard for the last few months, I gave in. What hurt could it do? Considering I haven't yet chosen a method of contraception after having Max and being in two minds about the pill after hearing different stories about strokes etc, we're back to the teenage method of condoms. It broke. Fuck. I don't want anymore kids.
I chucked my gym gear on and bolted out the door to a late night chemist with my last words to Drew being "I SHOULD'VE JUST GONE TO THE GYM".
After making many jokes with the chemist assistant, I swallowed that little pill like it was going to save my life because I don't want anymore kids. Then I headed to the gym.
The moral of the story is, if you are in two minds between having sex or going to the gym before you've chosen your method of contraception after having a baby, choose the gym. You can't have kids if you go to the gym. The gym is a safe place. You can't get pregnant from the gym.
Disclaimer: I have permission from Drew to share this story with you. BTW - I'm not pregnant.