What does it take?
I didn’t want to become one of those people who stress out over conceiving.
So of course, I have become one of those people.
Two months. Only two months and already it is stressing me out. I thought it was supposed to take six months before people got anxious. Apparently not.
When I really think about it, conceiving is very complicated. You have to do it at the right time — and usually you’re not totally certain when it is the right time — and hope that his doodads swim all the way to your hooha, and that electric spark happens — you know, the one they show in all of the movies? That’s a lot of science!
And yet, some people just fool around — with no regard for FDLPs or ovulation or position or leg-cycling-afterward — and poof! Pregnant.
Did those people just magically happen to do it during the “good time” window? Do some people really need to follow all of the instructions, or else they would have no chance? Are some people just more naturally susceptible to getting knocked up?
More importantly, which one am I?
Not Me Monday
- I did not eat six chocolate-chip cookies for an afternoon snack, and feel genuinely sad after I licked up the crumbs, because I didn’t have a seventh.
- I did not over-indulge in cheesy rice for dinner. I ate … uh … salad.
- I did not forget to blog until 8 p.m. I never forget anything, and I am always on top of my little blog.
- I did not proceed to jump Darling Husband’s bones just because it was “a good time” — even though it was really, really hot outside and neither of us really wanted to. I would never use him as a sperm bank or give him no choice in the matter.
- I am not wishing I had more cookies.
Top 5 reasons for my blogging hiatus …
- It’s really hot. Really hot, which means I can’t do much more than sprawl on the couch. Or in a cold bath. Last night I dragged the laptop into my bathroom and watched episode after episode of Kathy Griffin: My Life on the D-List — am totally obsessed with her show right now — while sitting in a tub of cold water. In the dark. In case you couldn’t already tell, we do not have air-conditioning.
- I was away … Darling Husband and I had a lovely mini-break, and I was too busy with packing for us and packing for Little Dog — who was graciously baby-sat by Sister-in-Law — to write some posts in advance.
- … and didn’t bring my laptop. I try not to bring it on any trips. Between Home “HP” Laptop and Workie “Dell” Laptop, I’m with these two chicks 24/7. A true vacay is a break from both of them.
- It was my birthday. Yup, I’m another year older. Another year closer to 30. Another year further from 20. Half-way to 50-something. Damn, I remember when birthdays used to be fun. After I turned 21, I officially passed all of the “good” ages. Now it’s just filler, really. And where is my baby???
- I was feeling uninspired. That happens to all of us in the Bloggie World, doesn’t it? I won’t judge you, if lest not yet ye be judged — or something like that.
Wordless Wednesday
Made a quick turn into an aisle
Almost bumped a cart
with a baby in it
Almost bumped a cart
with a baby in it
But didn’t
The mom shot me an evil look
Will I be that protective someday?
The mom shot me an evil look
Will I be that protective someday?
Good girl gone bad
- I cut waaaaay back on my beloved Caffeine-free Diet Coke. I went entire days without having any — don’t snicker, this is progress — and when I did have it, I limited myself to half a can.
- I did not take pills for headache, allergies, or anything else that crept up — and normally I would pop pills immediately.
- I avoided fish, drinking, smoking and trampolines — you know, because I usually do.
- I was extra-careful about getting enough calcium and Vitamin C.
- I switched to caffeine-free tea — and tossed all of my regular stuff, so I wasn’t tempted to have an eye-opener.
- Diet Coke? Glug, glug, glug with no guilt.
- Feel sniffly? Have a headache? Where are those pills?
- Drank Mike’s Pink Lemonade. Still avoided smoking, fish, and trampolines, but that isn’t really saying much.
- Milk and juice? Yeah, sure, I’ll have some … once I have another Diet Coke.
- Sometimes I need regular tea to wake up. I’m sleepy!
Now, as we get closer to T-time (trying time), I’m officially choosing today to get back into that super-strict mode.
… OK, maybe tomorrow.
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