I've been tired. Really tired. As soon as I wake up, right after a nap, for no reason at all, I'm tired. Fatigued even. I checked to make sure I hadn't been taking my anti-anxiety meds in place of my anti-depressants - which is something I was doing for weeks once before I realized it. No, not a meds mix-up.
What else could it be?
Web MD gave me two options. Cancer or pregnancy.
I told my husband he needed to pick me up a pregnancy test because I'm either pregnant or I've got cancer. Without missing a beat he says, "It better be cancer."
So, obviously no mattress dancin' for him tonight.
But... Oh. my. God. The last time I remember feeling like this was... oh surely not... yes, when I was pregnant with Aidan. Wait! When was my last monthly pimple explosion? Oh hell, it better be cancer. Otherwise somebody got some 'splainin' to do. The makers of Mirena and Dr. Liar Liar Pants On Fire better come up with a visitation schedule and some college money, not to mention damages for pain and suffering.
So I took the test.
Thank almighty God in Heaven! That's the first negative pregnancy test I've ever taken. It's a toss-up as to which made me the happiest.