lucky DH

I think I finally figured out why DH wants 6 (or more) kids. It dawned on me while an ugly irratibility roared inside me (and escaped once or twice) today. Who would want to live with a dark-chocolate-craving, ibuprofen-popping, crabby-at-the-drop-of-a-hat person every month? Now I can see why DH wants me to either be pregnant or breastfeeding a little one until menopause hits. He is so lucky that I come from a family where menopause strikes early and fairly benignly.