Anthony Kiedis, you're my boy.

Everyone has heard the phrase "time flies." This is so true. We all know it. Here is one pathetic example of how time has flown for me.

I'm walking out the door on my way to the dentist, just after finding out that I'm pregnant again. I decided to drive the Honda (formerly my car, but ever since we moved, for some strange reason T.J. and I have switched cars) so T.J. would have the other car with the baby seat in case he wanted to take Malena to Mexico to escape the life of being a father of two.

The radio stations were playing crap, so I turned on the CD player. And there it was. The tunes of the Red Hot Chili Peppers...bringing back those familiar moments of being fat, hot & pregnant. And there I was...pregnant again. I had never taken that CD out of the player. In nearly 2 whole years, that Greatest Hits CD had remained snugly in that slot. The most embarrassing thing about this is that the Honda doesn't have a CD changer. There is only one CD, and those Chili Peppers better flippin' feel honored. Perhaps they are my fertility good luck charm.

So, I suppose that is what happens when you have kids. There is no time for anything.