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theobvidentneonprincess
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Country: United States
Gender: Female
Interests: Politics, reading, poetry (yes, poetry), writing, sex, parenting, midwifery, and tapioca puddin'.
Expertise: Neurotic self analysis alternating with deep inner peace.
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10/25/2005
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| So, we're trying to make a baby. This is our 1st cycle.
My average cycle is 33 days long, occasionally shorter by a day or two and, even less frequently, longer by a day or two.
I am now on cycle day forty-freaking-two. I have tested more times than I care to admit. All negative. What the freaking hell man? It is driving me bat shit crazy.
I just want to know one way or the other. Either lets have a period and get on with cycle #2 or let's have a pregnancy confirmation. Seriously!
If I don't have either one by late tomorrow, I'm going to have my midwives do a blood draw. I NEED an answer. I am driving myself and my poor DH crazy. | | |
| I haven't written here in so long.
I'm a married lady now! We got married on July 6th. Everything about it was perfect and I am so happy I chose this man to be my husband.
We are officially trying to conceive. We threw out the baby batter blockers on our wedding night. But, I ovulated a week or so before the wedding and I won't ovulate again until about 7/29. We're so hopeful and excited! I cannot wait to be pregnant! Wish us luck!
I'm thinking I'm going to start a new blog. So much of this blog is about my angst over the PM and that chapter of my life is so beyond closed. We'll see.... | | |
| Not much to report. I'm knitting up a storm these days. With how frigidly cold it's been, all I want to do is knit. Since the hat and booties, I've knit a re-usable plastic shopping bag made from strips of old plastic shopping bags. Now I am knitting convertible fingerless gloves for PJ.
Other than that, my baby fever is raging. It doesn't help that PJ wants to knock me up as badly as I want to be knocked up. We mention it at least once a day. Alas, I do want to wait until after the wedding so I can be all traditional and shit for once in my life. But oh my freaking goodness. I. Want. A. Baby. Like yesterday. | | |
| I knit these booties and hat for my neighbor's new baby. The pics stink because I took them with my computer photo booth program, but, here they are anyway.
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