We had a scare at my house. No, no one jumped out from behind a door and yelled, "BOO!" It was more of a "Hmm, shouldn't there have been something by now" scare. Yes, I know I am in the middle of my 3rd decade of life and I should have this stuff under control - apparently I don't.
So, I spent about a week trying to remember the things that were taking place in my life the last time I had seen this visitor. See, for the past 2 years this visitor has been dropping by unannounced and early. Sometimes visiting within 2 weeks of the the last interruption, but usually waiting until 3 weeks. This is the type of visitor who just has a knack for showing up at the wrong time. Stopping to call with great frequency. In the absence of this guest (for more than a month), my heart was skipping beats left and right.
I am happy with my life. I love my 3 children and if there were more of everything - money, time, money - I would be good to go. But there isn't, so I am content. Hubby fluctuated between insisting we stop to pick-up a test and reminding me that there have been many stressors in my life recently. He even went as far as to say, stress makes "visitors" come late. Really? He knew that! (Could have knocked me down with a feather.) I relented and said if there was no word by Saturday, I would stop at the drug store.
Friday evening an unannounced visitor arrived.
I was telling this to my oldest sister on Sunday. She told me that I am turning into an old crone. Ok, well she didn't use those words exactly, but the meaning was clear. Seems it can start early and her doctor told her to prepare her sisters. Great. I have dreamed of a visitor free life since I was 12 and here that time may be coming sooner than I anticipated. I should be thrilled - right? So, why is it that my mind keeps returning to this thought at random times? I am happy with my family - but somehow the idea that soon my choice will be taken away has me in a tizzy. I guess I'll just chalk it up to hormones.