I was complaining to Jeremy about my body aches and pains, blaming him for knocking me up and causing me such strife.
He pointed out that it was me who broached the idea of Hey, why don't we have a #2? and what man in their right mind would pass up the guaranteed free sex involved in trying for another baby.
I told him we were done. My body hurts every day and, clearly, I'm just not made to be pregnant. Oh, and, by the way, he had better not get me pregnant again.
To which he replied, Oh, whatever. You say that now and in 3 years you're gonna be O"h, I want another one!!!" I'm just gonna get myself fixed and not tell you about it so when you change your mind and want another one I'll be like, "Sure, we can have another one." That way when you don't get pregnant I can say "I'm not sure why it's taking so long for you to get pregnant- maybe we should try again tonight..."
Dirty little boy. Telling your wife you're planning to trick her just isn't very nice.