Today was my day to get up with the kids, while Lisa got to stay in bed another hour. As I'm making breakfast, Lisa comes down the stairs, walks over to me and gives me big hug and tells me that she is pregnant again. I'm like... "really? again? oh boy, erm, well, we'll deal with it...", and then Lisa turns around and laughs, asking me what day it is.
Dagnammit! She got me again - last year she surprised me with a surprise 30th birthday (my birthday is in February). I didn't even remember that it was April Fool's Day today, until she surprised me.
Who knows, maybe a third child might be a good thing, only perhaps in a few years
