Firstly, thanks to those of you for pinning yourself on my GUESTMAP. Now I know where Wisconsin is (even if I can't spell it). Whitby, I dont mind that you aren't a complete stranger, which you may have been able to gather from the fact that I SENT YOU AN INVITATION to come visit my blog. Thanks for the props, and feel free to use anything that may be show-worthy. If it gets laughs, you owe me a Cosmopolitain. (the drink, not the crap mag.)
Secondly, I am the spawn of the devil. After my early morning hormone-induced diatribe against the Graduates yesterday, I surfed over to Bugsy today to discover that she is losing her baby. Not that I think I control the universe or anything, but boy do I feel like the biggest pile of poopy poo in the world for what I said. As Tim Costello said at a public lecture I went to recently, "cynical people suck all the compassion out of the world."
I will be less cynical, I will be less cynical, calm blue ocean, calm blue ocean....
Thirdly, all booked up with Barren Women R Us Clinic (BWRU) for a semen analysis (that one is for Monkey Boy), day 3-5 blood tests which, lo and behold, will be done on the CORRECT DAY and another fanny* probe. I sweet-talked the booking guy into an appointment time for an immunobead test for the Monkey, even though we dont yet have the referral letter for one. I guess it must have been all the noises I was making about wanting to save him having to go through the "depositing" process again. hehehe. You want me on your side, trust me!
Mmmm...still sick. More concerned about mucus that doesn't come from my cervix at the moment. Nice change.
* for our American friends, a fanny is not your butt. Its your cooter.
Oh Hun, I just noticed this post of yours. I don't think you are the spawn of the devil. I think you are suffering this horrible infertility curse just like I am. I know what it is like when someone else gets pregnant. Lordy I have been through that myself. How many times I have thought "how dare that bitch get pregnant and not me". I was worried about telling my blog friends I was pregnant because I didn't want to upset everyone.
ReplyDeleteI just hope one day we can be arguing about who's kid is cuter (of course, mine will all win).
Take care hun.
Cooter, cooter, cooter... what the fucking fuck is up with that word all of a sudden? Never... have I ever heard that word used until this last week here in blogville... What the?? I mean... I quite like the word... sort of raunchy but without the mysonginstic tones of that other C word... but hell... did the Americans just invent that word within the last month????
ReplyDeleteCooter, cooter, cooter... what the fucking fuck is up with that word all of a sudden? Never... have I ever heard that word used until this last week here in blogville... What the?? I mean... I quite like the word... sort of raunchy but without the mysonginstic tones of that other C word... but hell... did the Americans just invent that word within the last month????
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