Mutant Babies and Such

It's midterms week for me. Not to say that all my classes are giving midterms, just the ones I don't want to do badly in.

Now I am not by any means a calm person. Just take a look at the cuticles on my right thumb and my habit of slowly ripping them off. Although I am trying to stop, it just leads to another anxiety reducing habit. It could be chewing my nails (something I haven't done for a while) or destroying the caps of my pens. I have an oral fixation (no this does not mean I like giving head, or that I can do it particularly well); biting on things reduces my anxiety.

I live with small anxieties everyday, usually not very stressful for me. But this week kicked my ass. I just can't handle large amounts of stress. Between my taking the CPE (I need to pass it to graduate) and two tests in one day (one of which was a midterm), it was almost too much for me to handle. The added stress has also probably caused my period to be late. Add the stress from that aspect in my life, and the stress is too much for me to handle.

Now, I relatively sure that I'm not pregnant. Of course I'm not a hundred percent sure, which is why I might end up taking a pregnancy test tomorrow. I'm still getting all the 'signs' from my body that I'm getting my period, and the odds of getting pregnant without penetration are pretty slim. This isn't the first time I was late because of stress, but this time there is a higher risk of pregnancy. The dreams of babies clawing their way out of my uterus and trying to eat me aren't helping the stress either.

My brain can't take the added stress of being late and neither can my body, if the slight cold and sinus headache I have are anything to go by. As soon as I finally get a new doctor (have to stop seeing a pediatrician now, I'm too old) I'm getting birth control pills.