Seriously?!

Oh F*ck. But that's what got me here in the first place.

I had a serious pregnancy scare. I was almost three weeks late. Me, who is never ever late or misses or has any sort of hiccup in that department. THREE WEEKS. I thought for sure that I was preggers.

Verging on a nervy-b until I sat down last Wednesday and finally spilled my guts to J9 about it. I had to tell someone. I just couldn't keep it to myself any longer without the top of my head popping off, and I couldn't tell Todd or Tiff or my sister or anyone. Jeanine ordered cookies delivered and we talked and drank cocoa and bailey's until the wee hours.

I still felt a little freaked after, but at least I wasn't thinking about taking a header off the nearest five story building.

But then Aunt Flo came to visit with a vengence last night. Practically hemmoraging and cramping so back I couldn't straighten my legs and never ever so happy about it in my entire life.

Let's not do this again, shall we?