My period is late. While I am reasonable enough to weigh in the fact that it would be really damn hard to have managed getting pregnant while breastfeeding around the clock and taking my progesterone birth control pill EVERY TIME at the same time each day, my logic does require me to consider the teensy weensy possibility that conception of a 4th child has occurred. And I'm paranoid. Of course I'm paranoid, because that is part of my mode of operation. I'm pretty sure my psychological file has P A R A N O I A highlighted twice in red bold faced letters. It doesn't help that nausea has plagued me night and day for the past couple of weeks and I've been craving clam strips smothered in red pepper hummus, and I'm even  more devastatingly lethargic than usual. My boobs hurt too, but that could very well be an effect of the fat abusive vampire baby that sucks, gnaws, and pulls on them numerous times a day.

I'm hoping just the act of writing this will cause my period to start.

Not that I wouldn't love to have another child with the love of my life. But financially, it would be a nightmare. Emotionally, it would be a nightmare. We would somehow deal with it, but life is hard enough as it is. 

Besides imagined pregnancy symptoms, I've had another not-quite-explained issue. In the past month or so, there have been quite a few occasions where I have broken out in hives on either side of my torso. The rash looks much like raised, slightly diagonal, red lines on my skin, and it is quite itchy. Upon my first encounter with this puzzling rash, I immediately considered allergic reactions to something that had come in contact with my skin. I have mild to moderate skin sensitivities to certain perfumes and dyes, and I am especially prone to an itchy rash from bleach. However, after careful thought, I realized nothing had changed in my laundry habits or otherwise. It could potentially be a reaction to the Celexa, but after observing the pattern that it only occurs when I am stressed, I can only assume it is another icky manifestation of that unstoppable anxiety of mine. Whatever the case, it's annoying and insanely itchy. Ho hum.

And now I must go back to bed to combat this newest wave of nausea...