No more Birth Control

... at least for a few years. That is right. Since wednesday was the last of my pills, I asked Bill if he minded if I went off the pill now. Not that we would necessarily try now, but just that an oops could occur. He goes "why not, I'm not getting any younger." He is also suppose to go on Chantix today. The increase in the price of cigarrettes along with hopefully me getting pregnant gave him the kick in the butt he needed.