I forgot how good it is to have that much sex. Honestly, I did.

Things went well with the kids' godparents and their kids and mine wore each other out. Both kids fell asleep on the ride home.

Mike and I can't stop giving each other these looks. You know the kind. The kind that are pregnant with meaning to those who exchange them and that make the rest of the world positively nauseous.

So get good and sick. Puke your guts out. I don't care.

I love my husband and I got to spend the weekend loving him with my undivided attention and vice versa.

Now, we're back to changing diapers and discussing the intricacies of Pokemon.