No, not because I stupid enough to test again this morning, you know, for that early morning pee (negative, of course), but because no matter what is going on in my nether regions, it is giving me bad mojo.  I am coming out of my skin by the mere sound of my dear children’s voices.  I mean it.  Like nails on a chalkboard.  Sandpaper in my eyeballs.  Just go ahead and back the car over me.  Now.

So I suppose, I’m either about to have the mother of all periods, or am expecting quadruplets.  Something is feeling all out of whack.  That, or my antidepressants just up and decided to quit.

Oh…the noise in this house is about to be the end of me.  THE. END.