Am I pregnant?

Ok, so if you have a blog roll and saw that title, you probably couldn't get to this post fast enough. Just so you know, I'm not pregnant. At least I don't think so;) I'll tell you why I thought so. I woke up yesterday in a terrible mood. I was just mad, no reason, just aggravated at everything. I wasn't yelling at D'Laney or biting Cameron's head off, but I was acting just like I do when I'm mad about something. I get really quiet and just want to keep to myself. I'm very, very rarely in a bad mood. However, every since D'Laney was born and my lovely little monthly visitor returned, the couple of days leading up to it are no fun in this house. I've never PMSed in my life, but I am not a nice person towards my family for a couple days, and then it goes away and I'm my jolly old self again. So back to yesterday, for some reason, I was just pissed. And I knew it wasn't PMS, that was last week. I thought to myself, it's not a big deal, everyone is allowed a bad mood every now and then, and I'm long overdue. The three of us got up, Cameron made breakfast, and we went about our normal saturday routine, ya know, settling in for a long day of football. Only I didn't want to watch football. I wanted to clean my house. I realize that most of you don't know me well enough to know how crazy that sounds, but rest assured, it was very out of character. But I dive right in. And I'm not just talking usual stuff. I scrubbed both bathrooms top to bottom, not just the commodes, sinks, and tubs. I washed windows, I dusted ceiling fans, I reorganized my laundry room closet. I couldn't stop myself. Cameron and D'Laney were watching TV and would just stare at me every time I would walk by. I was elbow deep in a toilet when it hit me...oh my goodness, this must be what nesting is like. I never went through that when I was pregnant with D'Laney. I knew I wasn't actually nesting, but the thought did cross my mind. Next I decided to box up all of D'Laney's clothes that were too small for her. It took me over an hour, but I filled up a very large plastic tub. I cried and cried. I'm not extremely sentimental, but I do form memory attachments to clothes, especially hers. She had some precious, precious outfits that she was so sweet in. It was like I was boxing up her babyhood. I was so sad, way more emotional than I should have been. I thought, What's wrong with me? I've been mad for no reason, all day long. All I want to do is clean, and I'm crying like a baby over onsies and socks! Am I pregnant?! I have to admit, I seriously, seriously thought about it for a while. I had to fight the urge to see if I had a pregnancy test left over in the medicine box. Surely I'm not, just last week... Well, I know I'm not. No, I didn't take a test, but my demeanor returned to normal and I'm as lazy as ever today. I have no reason to be, I've been good about taking my BC, but still, I was a little scared there for a while. We definitely want more kids, just not yet. I'd like for D'Laney to be a little older. I just hope I don't act like I did yesterday!!