Pregnancy Paranoia

It's happened again. The pregnancy paranoia has set in. Every little cramp and I'm checking for blood. A twinge and I'm on the couch with my feet up. Four more weeks until the "safe zone", and I can't wait!

Friday was a prime example of first trimester instability. I had been working at the computer for a few minutes and when I stood up, I felt something wet. When I looked down at my pants, they had a bright red spot about the size of a quarter. I instantly ran to the bathroom and quickly pulled down my pants for a closer look, praying and shaking as I did. I was devastated to find two smaller red spots as well. As I was examining the spots, I caught a whiff of something familiar. And sweet. Strawberry. Relief washed over me as I realized I sat on a strawberry cap that baby C had left on my chair. Had I been in my normal, logical non-pregnant state, I would have clued in to the fact that there was no red on my panties. But being a hormonal, emotional freak, I didn't even notice.