I think it's biological imperative. Once you have a baby your pheromones go away. No need to procreate, thanks, i got me one.
I like sex. In fact, some might even say I was pretty damn good at it. Not, you know LOTS of some, just some.
But today, in a conversation with my pharmacist, I realized how far I've come.
Metaphorically.
OBviously.
"So I'm really not sure what the issue is. I should have 3 packs left. I called for a refill and the recording says it wasnt possible. Ohhh. Yes. Uh huh. Right. Thats' right. No. I forgot. I mean I had some old ones in a prior pack so I just took those. Yeah. No, I didn't. I messed those up because I was substituting from the pack before. Yeah. Im a little off. No, no, I mean I have enough actually. I can just cobble together a pack from all the ones I've missed in the last packs. What? Oh no. laughing uproariously. Good LORD no. Please. He wishes. Nah, I'm not too worried about that. My husband would be delighted to hear you say it but I think we're all set."
What you didn't hear was that the pharmacist was trying to explain to me what to use as backup contraceptive.
I politely informed her that I had a 14 month old, and after she finished laughing, we both pleasantly hung up.
chortle chortle.
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