I spent 4 hours last night doing a major cleaning of my condo. Vacuming, laundry, sweeping, mopping. Hell, I even cleaned my microwave and refrigerator. There was no rational reason for this. I mean, I'm not normally a slob or anything. I generally keep things fairly tidy, but I'm no **** retentive neat freak. I don't start twitching if there's a few dust bunnies kicking around, or cobwebs in the corner. Once I had finished cleaning up my second bathroom, and was contemplating running a clean cycle on my oven, I began to wonder what caused this.
I picked up my pregnancy test at the drug store today. The gal at the counter asked if I was excited. I told her I was terrified, as the implications of a positive result could be extremely painful. She looked at me funny, but then I get that a lot.
I'll let you all know how it turns out.