Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Falling into the trap

The other day I was looking at the calendar and planning out the next few months' worth of Nibble dance rehearsals, performances, visits to my Mom and Dad.... and I fell into the trap. 

What if I have to self-administer PIO shots that weekend?

What if I'm knocked up and feeling gross when I'm summoned for Jury Duty at the end of May? (Of course, in my City, who doesn't feel gross sitting in Jury Duty)

Would I get to switch to suppositories by the time I'm set to enjoy a relaxing trip to PA?

Will I get to teach a few zumba classes at the end of the school year?

And on and on.

And then my rational brain kicks in and smacks me on the head and says, DA FUCK JUSTONEMORE.  Don't do this to yourself.  All of this is your brain fantasizing about another pregnancy and you know that is a terrible thing to set yourself up for.  Just keep stabbing yourself, go forth to your lining check tomorrow, and stop imagining a future.  Because the last time you imagined a healthy pregnancy, you ended up ready to check yourself into the nearest psych ward.

2 comments:

  1. It's such a tempting trap, I know it well. Hang in there!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I'll try. Yesterday I ordered Wondfos. SMDH.

      Delete