So my brain is definitely pregnant. Not sure about the rest of me - we're a good 10 days away from any news on that front. But my brain thinks it's pregnant. Today I was grocery shopping, as I always do on Thursdays and I'd already decided to get myself a French bread pizza for lunch. Odd enough - I haven't had one of those in years. And then I thought I'd get myself a jar of pickles to eat with it (I never eat pickles). With orange juice. ? Gordon Ramsay would gag. But it sounds darn good to me.
(Disclaimer: this is not me actually believing myself pregnant and "finding" symptoms. I'm just terribly terribly amused.)
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