A few weeks ago I took a pregnancy test just as I started a new pack of pills. The lack of unpleasantness the week before suggested this might be a good idea. I kept this to myself. A few months back I’d shared my concern with Jay about a similar incident and I think it may have been a bit of a shock to him, so I figured I would keep things to myself until there was a reason to be concerned. Yeah, I am considerate that way. The test was negative. I’d made the right call. But after a few days, I began to feel like the unpleasantness was coming, just late. No cramps, per se, but other symptoms were bothering me – especially those symptoms having to do with breasts.
I have been lacking inspiration for writing lately. Don’t get me wrong, I still write – almost daily as a matter of fact – but the stuff that has been coming out has been either really negative or decidedly bad. I miss writing my little topical stuff for notes on Facebook, but I have drained that well for the time being and have to find another outlet. And then, lo and behold, here comes something new I can write about with no problem. Besides, turning 40 in 51 short days (and counting), I have discovered a new life change is on the horizon. So, I figured I might be able to pull off something close to entertaining about this.