The good news: I am not pregnant.
The bad news: I am stupid. Really, really, stupid.
It had not even occurred to me that I might be pregnant-that's how stupid I am-but when Michelle mentioned it and my mom seconded it, I was a bit panic-stricken. Michelle said it reminded her of my well-publicized 'quarter debacle' of 2004. When I was pregnant with Lola I had a conversation with Timm in which I could not be convinced that 5 quarters did not make a dollar. I do really dumb things when I'm pregnant. Like, uncharacteristically dumb. So it did seem like a valid concern that I might be pregnant when I couldn't locate Molly's house, or even realize that it wasn't her house until the 7th obvious difference was noted. When I started to scrutinize, I could actually name a couple of physical symptoms that could coincide with pregnancy. I started to contemplate every possible scenario and script and practice my reactions to both possibilities. Whew.
Although now I face the fact that I am just really, really stupid.
Further evidence includes a letter I got back in the mail today. It was a picture Bella colored for Sebastian the day after they left for Texas. I promptly sent it, but apparently felt that a street address was not necessary. Just name, city, state, zip. Seriously, what? Early-onset dementia? Oh well, a 4th pregnancy would probably just worsen the condition.