…and the only prescription is another baby. I can’t pinpoint the exact moment when it went from “oh sure, I’d have another” (which was around Christmas time) to ERMAGERD. BABY. NOW. But it has happened. Again. And we are officially trying. Not that we have ever been officially NOT trying because we haven’t really been careful since Christmas but now Aunt Flo has finally come back (sorry) so yeah. It’s on. My current kid is still: 1 – not sleeping through the night. 2 – teething. And yet, I still want to be knocked up. Those are some strong hormones. Well played, God/Mother Nature/evolution/The Universe.