Ok, deep breath....(TMI alert)

Ok, so for those who don't know things with the boy are super great! And I'm so excited by that!

I asked him yesterday to play hooky from work today in favor of spending the day with me. He told me he couldn't take the day off. I got a text just a bit ago saying he left work early. Of course I have plans for tonight.

So, um, yeah...TMI alert: we made whoopie the other day. I'll spare you the details and suffice it to say that it was great.

And then he asks me if I'm on BC. I'm not. And I told him that. I also told him I was making an appointment ASAP to get some. (yeah, I know...should have thought of this sooner) His response:

its probably too late anyway.

Um, what?

He apparently has supersonic swimmers.

While I'm not the most fertile person out there this inspires a bit of panic. What if his swimmers are SO good they can even get to me?

I told him he wasn't being funny. He swears up and down its true. He's apparently quite fertile.

I told him I'm hoping my less than stellar fertility will balance off his supersonic fertility.

I wasn't planning on drinking at my friend's bday dinner tonight, but now I think I might!

So he signs off to go have a nap with: "anyway, enjoy your dinner mom, don't forget you're now eating for two"

Jerk.

While I know my getting pregnant takes more than "wham bam thankyou ma'am", it actually takes medical intervention, this is enough to make my head spin. There are too many what ifs. Time to get him some whacker wrappers and me some BC! PRONTO!

Seriously, I don't need or want a lecture on this. I KNOW! This is something we should have thought about before. I know I know.