I'd had 2 weeks annual leave booked for months in advance and I was really looking forward to catching up with all my family and friends back home. I was flying home for my brother's wedding, and as it was so close to Christmas I extended my stay. But the 3 Fs proved to be a little bit too much for me this year, and it resulted in me bursting into tears on Christmas Eve, hiding in my room and packing my bags. Some people aren't that shocked when they hear that, as Family Melodramas are the norm in their households...but not mine. This was a very unusual occasion. I guess I was a bit overtired and suffering the Pre-Menstrual Shits. That's also quite unusual for me, as my normal cycle doesn't usually throw me around like that. The thing is, when things like that happen, a little bell goes off in the back of my mind and I think "That's not normal! Could I be pregnant?" But then a bigger bell gongs at the front of my mind and says "Uh, no! Of course you're not! You would KNOW if you were!"
Meh! If I'm not this month, it will happen another month. I'm not even sure if I would know if I was pregnant. I can imagine myself being one of those urban myths, where I eat a bad hot dog and go to the toilet with gastro and come out 5 kgs lighter and a crying baby in my arms....hhmm, if only it was that easy...
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