::twiddles thumbs:: I think I might have to pee on something if my temp stays high tomorrow morning.
22 Jan posted by
22 Jan posted by
I am constipated.
Which is physically improbable, considering the 4 cups of coffee I downed this morning along with a greasy egg biscuit from Bojangles. That is a recipe for an intestinal oil change, yet I stare longingly at my pink Metamucil can.
I must be pregnant. That is the only possible explanation, no?
I am tempted to run out to Dollar Tree tonight & buy pregnancy tests, 26-degree weather be damned.
p.s. I should catch a large-mouth bass soon with all my fishing.
If you are just checking me out…
21 Jan posted by
apologies for the ridiculous amount of charting regarding cervical mucus & updates on my waking temps.
Unfortunately, you have stumbled across the greatest blog of all time during mid-trying-to-conceive psychosis, aka the Two Week Wait.
If you stay with me, I promise to dazzle you with vivacious wit & make it worth your time.
Example A: Sex injuries
Example B: Sweet letters to the babe
Example C: Random noteworthy shit, like my obsession with carbs & Burger King
A Poem
21 Jan posted by
Oh, Blair’s ute!
Make a baby that is cute!
Let the sperm meet the egg
Do you want us to beg?
She’s been getting so busy
It makes her feel dizzy
She even had drunk loving
To put a bun in her oven
Now get to making a Harpie number 2!
~ by the beauteous Preppy
8dpo
21 Jan posted by
I give up trying to figure my body out. Part of me is thrilled that my temp has “rescued” itself again; the other part shakes it’s head at the temps so close to the cover line the majority of this cycle.
No more spotting, but my pelvis feels like it took a baseball bat to the uterus.
meh. Whatever.
