• Hi, I’m Blair.

    A sweet Southern girl. Married 4+ years to a devilishly handsome man. Harrison est. October 14, 2009. Miscarriage survivor. Reflux warrior. Battling postpartum depression. Working mom that drinks entirely too much caffeine in the morning. Over-sharing extraordinaire. Hates celery & liars. Loves chocolate chip cookies & to-do lists. "Blair" is my pen name.
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    My Little Buffalo

::twiddles thumbs:: I think I might have to pee on something if my temp stays high tomorrow morning.

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 [...]

If you are just checking me out…

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 Poem

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 [...]

8dpo

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 [...]

I haz confuzzlement.

I have no idea.  I can’t explain it.  I must say that at this point, with temps hovering so close to the cover line, I do not think there is a babe in the ute…but it is too early to tell, of course.  I am, however, still nauseated. *update:  I am spotting very, very teensy [...]

Don't worry, I'm even annoying myself as I write this.

I was pondering being sick now at 6dpo vs barfing at 7dpo with Harpie. & I know that should feel like a good sign, but it terrifies me. It will terrify me if all my pregnancy symptoms with the next babe (whether it be now or in a few cycles) are the same as they [...]

Go fish.

I am shameless. But you are reading this with anxiously held breath, so you are shameless as well. Let us all dance around the campfire of 2ww attention-whoring, singing “Kumbaya.” But you should know that I am about to vom my cookies & my latte into my trashcan at 6dpo. & that at 7dpo with [...]

& the award for weirdest chart goes to…

Me!!!!I mean, seriously…the eff is going on here?? Nope, not sick. Didn’t imbibe an entire bottle of red wine last night. Thermometer & battery are dandy. Heating blanket was off by the time I fell asleep. Wore the same pj’s as always. Would anyone else care to make a guess as to what is going [...]

Stockmarket Crosshairs

You know it’s bad when your chart looks like the stock market. What happened with my temp this morning? Is it sympathizing with my 401K by taking a nosedive? But at least their are crosshairs. By God, there are solid crosshairs & it looks like Nate & I hopped on the good foot & did [...]