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I have noticed, being now at about week 31 of this whole preggo thing, that I am manufacturing stress for myself everywhere I turn.  I admit that I live my life with an extremely healthy dose of paranoia as it is.  In fact, when my paranoid side makes an appearance, Hubby almost always has to laugh before he points out the obserdness of my latest angst. 

Still, I am going over-the-top flipped out over some of the smallest things.  Let me provide some case studies for your review

Two months ago, Bugsy the Pug went missing.  It was 5am, and as usual, I was woken up by Kieran (with his claws) to feed all 3 cats and the dog.  I trudged downstairs, I pulled out the food containers, I filled the bowls…and then noticed no Bugsy.  If you’ve never owned a pug…pugs NEVER miss a meal.  They’re convinced they’re starving, not 5 minutes after they’ve been fed.  So for him to be missing was highly unusual.  I searched the house, I called him, I woke up my husband to locate the dog.  And then…I put forth the idea that someone had broken in and stolen the dog.  Broken in…took the dog…and locked the door on the way out.  (The dog had gotten himself caged in under our bed, from which Hubby rescued him.)

Never did I say the paranoia was logical. 

Earlier this week,  I lost Kieran.  That cat comes when I call him.  He’s always at my side.  And every morning he waits in the kitchen for his kitty treat before I leave for work.  Except the other day, when I shook the treat container and he didn’t come.  I searched the house.  No cat.  I burst into tears.  He’s my buddy, after all.  And then he comes sauntering out from the familyroom, as if to say “What?” 

Fyi…he’s laying next to me now.  Like I said, he’s always with me. 

Possibly the same day, my dad was having some medical tests done.  He’s fine.  But the night before, while in the shower, I suddenly flipped out about it.  By the time my shower was done, my mind had my dad dead, buried, my mom had lost their house, moved in with us, and all their stuff was shoved into multiple storage units.  And I was in tears.  Until I called my sister and she talked me down. 

But then there’s today….

Hubby’s 45min drive home from work took over 2 hours.  I made dinner when he got home, and left him to relax.  I didn’t want to ruin what little evening he had left by talking his ear off.  And I figured the traffic had made him cranky.  (It would make me cranky, but then lots of things do.)  After dinner, I’m in here reading blogs….and Hubby cleaned both litterboxes, took out the garbage, emptied the dishwasher, and scrubbed down the pet drinking water fountain.  Wow.  Most women would faint.  He’s usually helpful anyways…but I’m thinking, Did I do something wrong that he’s now suddenly doing all these chores?  (Mind you, they are his chores after all.)  Now he’s out buying us McFlurries from McDonald’s.  And I Didn’t Ask. 

Seriously.  This can’t be right…