The hard life of being hopeful

Every month something happens that makes me think, well maybe this is the month. I guess that is a good thing because you have to keep hope, right?

This month it was my sense of smell. We had some issues at work with toxins coming into the building due to a roofing project. They reopened the building and I could still smell the toxins. Nobody else could. I thought I was going crazy because I still smelled it VERY strong and nobody else smelled a thing. Turns out I wasn't going crazy and the building is now closed again until the toxins are gone. A couple days later my coworker made some disgusting food in the microwave. I walked in the office and the smell was soo bad I could barely handle it. I had to keep the doors open and it was still bad. I ended up going to the park service office becuase the smell was just gross. When I went over there one of my friends there joked that I had quite the pregnancy nose with all the smelling I did last week.

Of course with a comment like that I started thinking, well maybe I am. That particular day I thought maybe I had peed a bit more than usual and then that night I came home and fell asleep at 6:30(which I NEVER do, I am more of a midnight girl). So naturally, I started thinking I was pregnant.

Well, I still haven't gotten my Aunt Flo, but I woke up this morning feeling like she was coming and according to my calendars she will be here tomorrow. It kind of sucks getting all worked up every month over something stupid and small like smelling toxins and your coworkers onion soup for breakfast. I wish I didn't do that to myself. Yet, I'd like to stay hopeful because you never really know. Maybe one of these months I won't get my hopes up because I will actually be pregnant. Until then... I don't know.