However, when Brandon and I married, I realized that somebody else had different plans for me (and no, it wasn't Brandon - he would like everyone to know that). So despite firm avowals that children wouldn't even be mentioned until our first anniversary, Kathleen was born three and a half months after that anniversary. The second anniversary was baby-free, but I spent the third anniversary 8 1/2 months pregnant. And this anniversary?
Yes, it wasn't spent alone again. After having had two warm-weather babies, we're welcoming the next one in mid-December, in enough time for me to spend Thanksgiving, Christmas, and my birthday exiled to North Carolina under competent medical care while Brandon spends a lot of time in a big, empty apartment in Cairo.
One day our life will calm down, and by then we won't know what to do with ourselves. Until then, however, we will enjoy the fun.