Fingers crossed

Posted on September 25, 2009 by heatherlauraclarke

I am not one to get carried away with “potential symptoms.” Ahem.

But if I were one of those people to get carried away, I may have noticed …

I am super nauseous this morning. Right now, in fact.
I am not craving chocolate like I normally would be, with my period expected in four days
I do not have my “warning” blemish — that always means Aunt Flow is about to pull in the driveway
I am really, really, really hopeful for this month. We gave it a good ol’ college try, so to speak …

I hope I am not jinxing myself with this post, but I had to record it for posterity. Please please please please please!

Repeat after me: Third time’s the charm. Third time’s the charm.

UPDATED TO ADD: … and I was!!!

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4 Comments on “Fingers crossed”

lindsey
September 25, 2009

I've got fingers and toes crossed, I'm saying prayers and wishing on stars! What day will you test?

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Laptops to Lullabies
September 25, 2009

I think Monday morning! Eek! Thanks for the love!

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Kate
September 25, 2009

I'll say a prayer for you too!

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Laptops to Lullabies
September 25, 2009

Thanks, Kate!

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I’m Heather Laura Clarke. I’m writer living in beautiful Nova Scotia, I have a 11-year-old son and a nine-year-old daughter, I married my high school sweetheart, and this is the story of my handmade life.

I have depression and anxiety, and I fight like hell every day to keep it from taking over my life. Making things isn’t just a hobby — it’s part of what keeps me alive.

Whether I’m writing novels, decorating a room, busting out my power tools to build furniture, getting muddy in the pottery studio, sewing clothes for my kids, or cross-stitching a swear word, I’m all about using my creativity to craft a life I love.

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