Rob and I were cooking today. Rob put something in the microwave, pressed the Start button, and immediately walked over to the other side of the room while shielding his groin.
Sarah: "Um. Are you ok?"
Apparently since I wrote this post about irrationally worrying if I should shield my ovaries from the microwave, upon pressing the microwave's "Start" button, he's been protectively shielding his groin, and immediately backing away from the device.
This is a very logical man. Logical to a fault. The kind of fault that makes me want to shake him when I've got too many hormones running around my body. So this made me laugh. At least we can share in some of the crazy.
Speaking of The Crazy... I'm much better now. Thank goodness I only had to take those pills days 3-7. By day 9 I was totally back to just my normal level of crazy. I never did get around to calling Burger King. ;) So I'll happily take 36 hours of crazy for an egg or two. Here's hoping!