Here's the truth. My last weekend wasn't great not because I was ill (but that didn't help) or because we didn't have any trick-or-treaters (which we didn't) but because I thought I was pregnant.
And I freaked out. I cried. I hyperventilated. I cried some more. In my head I scared myself silly with the idea of what it would be like for me, if I did end up with 3 children. Three children all under 4 years old and thinking about it made me depressed and scared and angry and sad. And not once was I feeling any positive emotions on the subject.
And it turns out that even though I was 10 days overdue, I am not pregnant. And I can breathe a sigh of relief. But it's opened my eyes to the things that I value and what I want and what I need to work towards (not least of which is more reliable birth control!).
So here's to having a lifeplan and a list of goals and a happy and complete family!