I totally forgot to post a Fun Fact Friday last week! Apparently y’all don’t give a crap about my fun facts because nobody notices. Harumph.

Whether you care or not, here are some more!
(Fertility edition, apparently, though that wan’t my original intention.)

*I love love LOVE scuba diving! I have only done the real thing once, in Cuba, but it was fan-freaking-tastic! I would be happy diving every day. However, I likely won’t go again for a long time because my children need their mother and it’s a little too risky at this point. Then again, so is driving, so who knows? I had an emergency blood test before leaving for Cuba just to be sure I wasn’t pregnant because I really wanted to try diving but would never have tried even a shallow dive if I was pregnant.

*My kids were practically conceived via immaculate conception. Not really, but it seems like all we have to do is touch in the hallway and I’m pregnant. I got pregnant with Primo literally the FIRST DAY we started trying – the day of our first anniversary. Bella was conceived before I even finished nursing Primo about 5 months before we were going to start trying.

*I was SURE I was going to have infertility problems. I have no idea why. Probably because I have so many friends and acquaintances who have had trouble conceiving that I just thought it was normal. When I went off the pill but we weren’t going to try for a few months (because I was going to Cuba…more on that later) I bawled like a baby when I wasn’t pregnant at the end of the month. Yes, even though we were careful not to “do it” when I was fertile. I rationalized it like this: If I was fertile, surely I would have gotten pregnant accidentally in the past three months. I didn’t, therefore I must be completely barren.

*I’m slightly over emotional, as is evidenced by the previous point. When I’m pregnant, it’s approximately eleventy gazillion times worse.

*A week before my first wedding anniversary, I went on a week long vacation to Cuba…with my mom! I left my husband at home to work. Nice, eh? I went to an all-inclusive resort to teach fitness classes and got to take one person with me who could stay for free. We decided I should take my mom because I had never been on a holiday with just her, she’d never been anywhere all inclusive or tropical and neither had I but the Big Guy had been to tons and, quite frankly, we like my mom a lot. We love her too, but liking her is totally different. Anyhoo, we went and it was WAY TOO FREAKING HOT – never go to Cuba in July – but we had a great time nevertheless. We came back on the red-eye on my anniversary. I think we pulled up at our house at about 9 am. My mom hopped in her car and headed back to her city and I…got pregnant with Primo! It was one hell of a happy anniversary!

*I’m still very afraid that, if we decide to have a third child, I will have fertility problems.

*I wish I was rich and 25, but with everything else exactly the same (husband, kids, house, vehicles…) so that we could have 4 more kids and I could be a stay at home mom. Instead I’m old and poor, so there will be, at the most, one more child. With old parents.