Biological Clock or Biological Bomb?

Tick Tock. I can hear it. Worse...I can feel it. It's in the pit of my stomach. It's in my chest. And it's spreading into my brain. Tick Tock. My body has turned on me. I'm pretty sure that there is a trigger in your brain that clicks on once you are married. Or maybe it's more like an alarm clock--or a bomb--that gets activated once the ring is on your finger.

I can usually ignore it. There are so many more pressing matters. Finishing college. Getting a job. Planning a wedding. But more and more frequently, it is getting harder to ignore.

The thing that kills me, really kills me, is that I don't want a baby right now. Just tell that to my ovaries. My ovaries don't care that I've only been working at this job for a year. My ovaries don't care that I live in a tiny, two bedroom apartment. My ovaries don't care about traveling. My ovaries don't care about The Plan.

I'm a teacher. I live by plans. I plan every moment of my day. When I am not teaching, I have lists. When Brian and I got married, we had a pretty good sense of The Plan. And let me tell you, babies are at about Step 5. We are currently at Step 3. My ovaries don't care.

The Plan:
Step 1: Get Married
Step 2: Get a job (Meg), save money, start paying off loans
Step 3: Buy a house
Step 4: Continue saving money, set up house, travel
Step 5: Babies

Clearly, my ovaries don't care about the plan. In fact, they have turned on me. Brian says they are trying to kill him. I forgot to take my birth control for a week. I have been taking the pill every day since I was 16, but somehow I forgot to take them for an entire week. This would not be an issue, if we hadn't had sex during that week. But we did. I'm pretty sure that I am not pregnant. It was the wrong time of the month. But for the next 28 days, there is always that niggling thought. Now we play the waiting game...