I am not pregnant.
Therefore I am not forcing a peanut butter sandwhich down my throat in hopes of warding off another round of puking.
And I of course did not send off my kids to my moms for the week because it was easier than explaining what alien being has overtaken their mommy. That and the whole can't make it off the couch without getting nauseous makes it just a little hard to care for them.
So, then, since I'm not pregnant...I wouldn't have gotten to see a picture of our newest little one by ultrasound today and hear the choo choo train sound of it's heartbeat. And I didn't shed tears...because even after 3 other pregnancies...the miracle of life never gets old.
Nope. Not pregnant.