So, the week before last I suffered from perhaps the worst PMS known to man. I was crampy, grumpy, bloated, my boobs were so raw and I regularly burst into tears for no good reason at all. I even had a dinner conversation with my good friend A about how I wish my period would com already and provide me with SOME kind of relief. As though my body were listening to my cries, I started spotting on Saturday. I spotted Sunday. I spotted Monday.

ENOUGH ALREADY WITH THE SPOTTING!!! So I did a little internet search...and guess what? Spotting is a common sign of early pregnancy. Deciding not to panic, I spend Monday lunch hour swinging by the local pharmacy to grab the cheapest EPT I could find. Sure enough...TWP LINES APPEARED. I panicked. Choking back 1000 emotions I called my doctor, to ask what the hell to do now. I had no idea. I did not help that her nurse came back to the phone insisting I go to the ER right away.

As I took off for the hospital, I realized, I didn't even know where the heck it was...so I ran to my neighbor's house to get some directions. She panicked right along with me, and insisted she be my chaperone. I didn't realize until that point how out of control I was. I was sobbing all the way to the emergency room.