The funny thing about not not trying to get pregnant is that you start to assume that every abnormal thing your body does must be an indicator that you're pregnant.
Forgot to put the oatmeal in the oatmeal raisin cookies you baked for the husband who has been nagging you (yes, husbands nag, too) since last Christmas to make them?
Ding, ding, ding!! It's pregnancy brain! You must be with child.
Notice a mini pooch on your stomach that you swear to God wasn't there last month?
Sound the alarms...it's not fat, it's a preshus baby in there!
Miss your period this month and last?
It can't be amenorrhea, you've got a bun in the oven, girl! Say goodbye to Flo and her friend Tampax for the next 9 months!
Having crazy mood swings that rival Britney Spears and make you cry and scream all in the span of one minute?
Honey, you're not crazy, it's just wacky pregnancy hormones! (psst...put down the umbrella)
So tired at night that you've neglected this here lovely blog and Google Reader and the only Christmas decorations you've put out are a wreath, a doormat and a few candles?
Nah, it's not the stress of the holidays nor the busyness at work, it's the fatigue of the first trimester!
All kidding aside, if I really thought I were pregnant I would not be drinking so much wine at night and would go out and buy a pregnancy test instead. It's just funny how your mind automatically wanders to that "could I be pregnant?" place when you're not not trying. Or is it just my mind that does that?!
