We crazy

I said I would never do it again. "No way, not a chance, count me out." Why on this lovely green earth would I choose to put myself through such discomfort and physical pain—again? I'm not that whack, am I?

But time heals all wounds, right? And you tend to forget the challenges you have been through before; Like it never even happened? (Sorry, I think that's the tag line for the company that cleans up after fires.)

Anyway, please note—I don't forget. Oh heeeel no, I do not forget. That process was not fun. And I really don't know if I can do it again.

But I'm going to have to.

And for the past few weeks I've started to remember all the fun little things that come along with it. The nice little perks. The little jabs in my side. Yep, it's already started. And much earlier this time.

My dreams are super vivid.

Is that heartburn? I only had a stinkin' banana...

Eye twitch. twitch. twitch.

I smell oranges.

Did I just fall asleep at my desk?

I smell Clinique Happy. ...Do they still sell that?

Why do I want to punch everyone in the face today?

I smell copper.

I taste copper.

This headache is going to make me pass out.

Why is the room spinning?

Clinique Happy-lady is going to make me throw up.

Well now my nose is stuffed. Solid.

Oops, now it's bleeding. Ewe.

Uh-oh. This can all mean just one thing. One intense, intimidating, immense thingy-ding-ding.

One incredible thing.

We're going to have another baby!