We are officially 4 hours away from our home in LA camping in some woods that Keegan found. I had to drag my 18 month old and my 3 year old out in the middle of the woods with my mom and dad that I haven't talked to in years and my mother in law (which I know and love) and father in law that i didn't know was alive. And on top of that, Cassadee has a fever and is dry heaving. I don't know why, I think she is having an allergic reaction. I give her some Benadryl, she goes to sleep, and I put Sophie down for her nap. With them both asleep I start to make the camper or home for the next week. I get it all done and organized when Sophia wakes up. I give her a snack and leave to check only social media accounts. Then I start to not feel well and run to the bathroom, and puke. Great, I have the stomach bug. Maybe this way we can go home. No. I tell myself no. You need to bond. So I get up, put Sophie and Cass in a double stroller, and walk to my moms campsite. I haven't talked to her at all in 5 years. Keegan set up her coming, and I haven't spoken to her. I walk up, knock on the door, she lets me in, and we sit down.

"Troian! It's so good to see you! Who have you got here?"

"What?" I ask.

"Are these Keegan's siblings?" She asks.

OH MY LANTA. She doesn't know we have kids. Great.

"No, these are my daughters, Sophia and Cassadee." I say, gesturing to my daughters.

"What? When did you have kids? Troian, you're only 26!"

"Ok, mom. I'm 26, and I have two kids and am married. I think I'm doing pretty good. Remember how you were the one that left me when I chose to pursue my acting career! Mom, this is how it is, and you can accept it or get out."

"Honey, it's fine, what's wrong with you?"

"I don't know!" I say, breaking down in tears. Cass is sick, I'm sick, I have to go back to work in a week, my house is full of toys, and I'm just really not wanting to be here."

"Is there something you want to tell me?"

"Like what?"

"Like you're pregnant again?"

"Mom, that's ridiculous! Just because I have two young kids and am emotional doesn't mean that I'm pregnant! I'm not some baby making machine, ok? Stop assuming!"

"Ok, ok. But is it possible?"

"No. No. No. " I say firmly, "I'm on my period."