Bed Bugs?

So I woke up at 3 am the other morning to that very unpleasant feeling of something alive and foreign being on my body. In my sleepy haze, I looked at my arm and saw a bug. A disgusting small black some sort of Bug! I held myself together so as not to wake Little P, and I squashed that bug DEAD!
Then, I did what anyone would do. I went straight to GOOGLE. And I googled. I googled "common household bugs." The problem was, since I had killed the bug and it was squished in a piece of kleenex on the floor of my garbage can, I couldn't remember what it looked like. 
By 4 am, I was still poring over my google articles and pictures all bug related, and by this time, was starting to feel itchy all over. I wondered where the calamine lotion was. Went to the bathroom to look for calamine lotion and couldn't find any. Back to my beloved GOOGLE to open a new window on how to make homemade calamine lotion. Who knew?!!
So, by 5 am, I had convinced myself it was bedbugs. Yes, people, bedbugs! They really do exist..and not just in a bedtime cliche. If you don't believe me, GOOGLE for yourself. Apparently bedbugs are even rampant in upscale hotels all over North America. I even found one article that said prior to the Vancouver 2010 Olympics, the downtown area of Vancouver was over run with bedbugs, and it was warning visitors to stay away. I didn't find one google article that bore any semblance of encouraging news when it came to bedbugs.
Among the worst news to my newfound bedbug dilemna was that only the best exterminator would allow you to even stand a chance against these pests. And even then, if you were lucky, and even then, only after spending thousands of dollars! I wondered if Billy The Exterminator would make house calls to Canada.
Anywho, by 6 am, while I was praying for it to be lice, scabies, German cockroaches, or anything but bedbugs, I had stripped the sheets off my bed and thrown them into the washing machine..set on "hot" and "extra cycle" with three times the amount of laundry detergent. By 7 am, I was curled up in the fetal position on my bedroom floor singing "The Crying Game," convinced that my life would soon be taken over by bedbugs...

Okay, are you wondering where this is going? Are you crossing your fingers for me in the hopes that it wasn't bedbugs? GOOD NEWS!!! It wasn't! I'm pretty sure it wasn't. I mean, I didn't discover bugs living between my mattresses, and since that fateful night, I haven't seen any more bugs on my bed. It was just the one little bug, and I really don't even know what kind it was. Just your average household bug, I guess. Which leads my to my Confession of the day: sometimes I tend to over-react in a negative way. There. I said it. I think I see the glass as half empty, y'know? One little bug, and suddenly I'm selling a kidney to afford Billy The Exterminator, and moving to a new house to escape being overrun by bedbugs. Maybe this has to do with the fact that over the past year of my life, nothing has gone right. Nothing. Well, one thing (Little P). But other than that, I can't catch a break. I wonder how long this wilderness will last?

I didn't mean for this Bed Bug post to turn sad or solemn. I'm sorry about that. But I've decided that I'm going to just be honest and transparent in this blog, with the hopes that I can find healing. So sometimes I may be humourous (or not), and sometimes I might break down and blog-cry. But I will always write what I am feeling at that moment in time. And tonight was one of those times. So with that, I will close by saying "Good night dear reader, and don't let the bedbugs bite!"