I have a funny habit of getting a moment of wonderment-stroke-clarity where my head just spins when I stop, take everything in, and wonder to myself 'how in the name of a randy badger did I end up here?'
It usually happens when I find myself in a strange place with strange company, or when I'm doing a job far removed from what I'm supposed to, or just in any bizarre situation that crops up.
What insane chain of events in my life has come to pass and put me in this spot, in this situation, at this very moment in time.
I had my very first one of these moments in respect to 'trying to conceive', today.
As a result I stopped and thought, and came to the decision that I need to soak my brain in bleach for a week.
It wasn't the fact I know more acronyms, thanks to TTC, than an Olympic texter.
It wasn't the fact I have a far too vivid understanding of things like luteal phases, and progesterone levels, and morphology.
It wasn't the fact I talk to my own baby gravy or christen ET's eggs.
It wasn't even the fact that I could probably identify ET's funny bits in a police identity parade at this stage.
This moment of 'how in the name of Jehova did I get to this' came today when I handed my timesheet to my boss and informed him that this was "my timesheet for the 'cycle' of May"
I might as well request that I get my salary paid per menstrual cycle.