Sound the trumpets!

(Plug your ears if you want, but I'm blogging about this.)

Thank my luckiest stars. I am NOT pregnant. Happilluja! (You know what I'm talking about, prolific friends.)

There is nothing like a good old fashioned pregnancy scare to put the fear of God into you when you have already been blessed with 4 blessed blessings to feed, clean, referee, instill an appreciation of culture in, teach manners to, read to, clothe, chauffeur, be paranoid about, pay & soothe. Sometimes simultaneously... Sometimes with friends over. Bless their hearts.

PMS has never looked like such a wonderful, wonderful, glorious festival of sunshine. I can now resume drinking beer.

PHEW.