Earlier this week I got myself all worked up thinking I might be pregnant again. This started last weekend while I was at the beach with my family. Something in the fridge at our condo smelled horrid and apparently I was the only one who could smell it. My mom stopped and looked at me quizzically and said “Are you pregnant?” My response was “good god I hope not, that would be awful!” Nice, I know.

Anyway, so I went about my business as usual but the bionic nose stuck around. Booger actually started sleeping really well mid-week yet I still felt like the walking dead. Then one day I felt like I was on the brink of tears all day long. My mind started working overtime and I thought, “oh my god, what if I am pregnant!”

In all honesty the opportunities for me to become pregnant have been few and far between since Booger was born but the husband and I have been sort of getting back in to the swing of things so of course I figured that would be just my luck. And of course we aren’t throwing caution to the wind, after all I do have an IUD that was “installed” (haha) back at my 6 week postpartum check up. But then there is this, which of course is rare but still scares the begezzus out of me, cause it means it could happen to me as well.

And since I don’t quite know if a second is even in my plan, I’d say two that are 18 months apart are definitely NOT in my plan. I actually worked myself up to such a frenzy that I bought a pregnancy test on my way home and took it. Negative, whew! At least I know I’m just crazy. At this point in my life I’ll take crazy over pregnant.