It's that time of the month...

The three little days before you actually start. You stock up the bathroom cabinet. You pull the granny panties out from the back of the drawer. Then a little thought enters your mind...What if? It's the first thing you think about when you wake up. "Will today be the day?" Then it's not. Well it's ok- you still have two days on the calender before you really have to worry. Then the next day comes. "Today better be the day!"

And so it goes on until your (gasp!) two minutes late after midnight and you start debating whether you should go and buy a test or not. You're just freaking yourself out right? We were careful right?

I thought I was the only crazy one who did this. And believe me, the feeling gets wayyy worse when you've seen that one little plus sign and EVERYTHING that follows.(don't get me wrong, I love Chase more than anything, I just can't handle another one right now, or maybe ever...) Because while before it was just a thought, now it becomes an all too real a possibility. Apparently I'm not the only crazy one out there. My lovely kindred spirit who will remain nameless brought up this lovely topic when out to eat with our husbands. Both of them got a squeamish look on their face and I shouted out "YES! I know exactly what you mean!" While she does go through many more tests than I do, that feeling is still the same, I'm just too cheap to go buy a three pack, I just buy the generic and wait till I'm really really nervous to use it.

So it was that time of the month last week. I go to get an x-ray on my back (totally Chase's fault) and the x-ray technician is going down the list of questions.

"are you pregnant?"
"I hope not!"
"um ok so are you pregnant?"
"No sorry I shouldn't be."
"well if you are we have to know."
"Sorry I really don't think I am."
"do you need to take a pregnancy test? We need to know."
"No. Not pregnant. Really."

Poor guy was so confused. He must not be married. I started that night.

Side note - After checking chase's poop for a week the mysterious object has not been found. Now I have convinced myself they will find it in his stomach when he's 13 and breaks his arm falling out of a tree and he's the one getting an x-ray.