Echoes.

Power of suggestion has always had way too big of a hold on me.
If you suggest a certain meal, more than half the time the suggestion will sit in my mind until I’m drooling over something I wasn’t in the mood for before that conversation.
The mere mention of things, both good and bad, songs and stories, stay with me for days – sometimes forever.

Worries more so than anything – I’m a paranoid person by nature, worrying about everyone I love and wishing that I had the power to protect the ones I love from anything that could go wrong in their lives.
I can’t.
But I worry about myself too.

And when I started getting sick this week I discovered a new paranoia and a new part of being married.
The Baby Phenomena.

Logic would tell folks that with my husband and I being separated the majority of the time that getting pregnant is somewhat low on the probabilities list.
However, when you’re a newlywed, apparently probabilities don’t matter that much as Every Single Person close to me has asked me ‘Are you PREGNANT?’ when I’ve mentioned my nausea.
Including my husband.

What?  He’s been there every single time I thought of… eating Jello. 
So, surely he knows… just how much Jello I’ve had and the odds of that… Jello making me sick.
Right?

But, apparently, if you’re a newlywed, a female and sick – that is The Most Logical Cause.

I’ve been home a week from Minneapolis and the paranoia had begun.

A visit to the grocery yielded chicken soup, applesauce and pepperoni.
The smell of frying potatoes almost sent me outside to hide.

But, this morning I woke up feeling very differently, a little silly, and completely glad that I know this about myself and don’t have to worry for the next two weeks.

You know.
As long as someone else doesn’t mention it again.