The past few weeks have been strange. I started eating mayo, I wet my pants, I dreamt I was re-doing my freshman year in college (but maintained my status as wife, mother, etc.), and planned a trip to Disneyland (in real life, not in a dream). I feel a little as if my mind has left early on the California trip and left me to manage alone. I haven't made any huge mistakes in it's absence which has me even more worried. Did I use it before? Did I even use the 10% of brain capacity that an average human uses? Close friends would argue not. However, throughout this period of weirdness I have had one reason for comfort. There is one, solid explanation for all of the strange happenings (except maybe the Disney planning) and perhaps I should have opened with it. It would, at least, explain the incontinence. But then I couldn't end with a punch like:
I'm pregnant.
Here we go again.
