So yesterday we were invited to a barbecue after church at the house of one of the parishioners. It was a relatively cool day, but I told Andiclaus I was feeling very warm on the way over to the house.

"You're pregnant."

(Before any of you start to freak out, I am not pregnant. Thank you.)

"No I'm not. That is not even funny. I have a six-month old. Can you even imagine?"

So during the barbecue, the woman who's hosting says, "I am always hungry lately."

Random other girl: "You're pregnant."

"No I'm not."

Andiclaus then decided that he would tell his joke about me being pregnant again. (I'm not really sure that this is exactly how it happened. My brain went completely blank a few seconds later.) I reiterated for everyone that it is not actually funny to make those kind of jokes to women with infants.

Andiclaus: "No, you just don't think it's funny because it's you."

Heh.

"You're right. I would totally think it was funny if someone suggested that T was pregnant."

T: "I'm pregnant. For real."

Oh shit.

T had her lovely little boy just two weeks before I had Alliclaus. She is still breastfeeding and was on the minipill when this shit went down. Whu?

Needless to say, this has left me a little, shall we say, rattled. Is it really possible that I could end up pregnant again so soon?

I have posted in the past about my religious objections to birth control. But I gotta tell you, I can't even begin to imagine the horror I would feel if I found out I was pregnant now.

(Oh, if you know T in real life, please don't say anything. She said it in front of everyone at the barbecue, but her husband doesn't know she's telling people yet.)