Wednesday?

Emma wanted to know why Wednesday was called Wednesday. I told her I’d have to look it up.

I’m scary cheerful at the moment. This is a direct result of not being pregnant again. (Also the new phone system at work. I’m in love.)

Always the day before my period I grapple with the unreasoning fear that somehow, in spite of being on birth control I have managed to procreate. This has never happened yet it continues to worry me. Last night I was almost in tears because twice in the last 2 weeks I’ve had a glass of wine so I was thinking “If I’m pregnant I will have irreparably damaged the baby!” If I had ever missed a pill or gotten pregnant accidentally I might have a reason to panic but I never have.
This is my version of PMS. I don’t get cramps, I don’t get bitchy, I don’t get murderous, I simply get tearful and worry that the world is ending.
I don’t tell Brian this, because he would worry that I was worrying. He also doesn’t understand the whole concept of the week of pills with nothing in them. This worries him. So I don’t tell him that every month for the last year I’ve been freaking out thinking I’m pregnant with his child. He’s very good at patting my back and telling me that everything will be okay when I tell him I’m just PMSing, though..
SO no, once again I’m not pregnant. I knew that anyway but you know how crazy PMS can make you …

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