Buzzkill

As much as I hate to crush all of the fun speculation going on in the comments of my last post, I’m pretty sure my potato salad craving was just weird, unusually early PMS. Apparently instead of craving normal stuff, my body has decided to make me want to eat food I won’t even enjoy.

Of course I would love it if you were all right. I’ll admit that part of me still hopes each month that I’ll get pregnant on my own, but in my heart of hearts, I don’t really believe that will really happen. The sheer number of obstacles my body would have to overcome to get pregnant without some sort of assistance make it very unlikely to occur.

And this afternoon I’m pretty sure I felt a cramp and I got very crabby too. Seriously, you would not believe how irritated I was that there was no hot chocolate in the kitchen closest to my office. I mean, I had to walk down the hall to one of the other kitchens! I practically stomped my way down the hall. And I’m re-reading a book I’ve read before, and one of the characters dies at the end, and I almost started crying when he first appeared in the story because I know he’s going to die. So, yep, PMS.

Sorry to spoil everyone’s fun.