Seriously, I am THE single most non-photogenic person I know
Monday, December 29, 2008
I have an audience...
And might I note, that though it is only 1 person that I know of, my audiance is the prettiest!
So while attending the Christmas choas that occurs every holiday at my in-laws, I was informed that, in nicer words, I am a crap-tastic blogger. And its true. I was alos reminded that now is not the best time to fail at said skill. Why you ask? Becuase I have officially become mother natures version of a taxi-cab.
Looking back at my past blogs... (in which I had to go wayyyy back) I laugh at the Big-Man's sense of humor. 6 months of charting, temping and faithful business-having and nothing. nada. only one solo pink line. Then I set foot on the biggest ship in Florida, on th vacation I had been planning for over a year, and low-and behold I get my period 5 days early. So a friend and I embark on our journey across 14 floors of the biggest cruise ship in Florida, right after a mandatory "practice" room evacuation that closes both the medic and every store in the prominade, to find a box of tampons. I proceed to pay 8 bucks for 5 tampons (HIGHWAY ROBBERY) and go on my merry way, all the while shaking my fist at Mother Nature.
Fast forward, and we arrive back to MI. See said blog post, but I decide to stop charting for that month, since I did nothing while on the above mentioned ship. 2 weeks later and the OCD in me kicks in. What is going on? Have I ovulated? Am I pregnant? Is my period due...or late? Who the hell knows...not me. I then bitch and moan all over my blog, to my mom and friends about knowing for sure I am not in fact knocked up, however I also have no idea where my period is. I take 2 pregnancy test, both negative. I decide to wait.
A week later, still nothing. Because I am OCD I decide to start temping even though it is near the end of said cycle but I want to see what is going on. Monday...increase temps= increase hope...Tuesday/ Wednesday...Temp falls faster than a bowling ball jumping off a building. BUT...Wednesday night...I had the most painful chest you have ever...and I have been wearing a bra since 5th grade...so I REALLY mean EVER...felt. There goes my hopes...creeping right back up in my head. Thursday morning, temp jumps by 10...YES 10 degrees! WTH? So..I PIAC. And Test. And test again. I got my BFP on 11/20/2008.
So while attending the Christmas choas that occurs every holiday at my in-laws, I was informed that, in nicer words, I am a crap-tastic blogger. And its true. I was alos reminded that now is not the best time to fail at said skill. Why you ask? Becuase I have officially become mother natures version of a taxi-cab.
Looking back at my past blogs... (in which I had to go wayyyy back) I laugh at the Big-Man's sense of humor. 6 months of charting, temping and faithful business-having and nothing. nada. only one solo pink line. Then I set foot on the biggest ship in Florida, on th vacation I had been planning for over a year, and low-and behold I get my period 5 days early. So a friend and I embark on our journey across 14 floors of the biggest cruise ship in Florida, right after a mandatory "practice" room evacuation that closes both the medic and every store in the prominade, to find a box of tampons. I proceed to pay 8 bucks for 5 tampons (HIGHWAY ROBBERY) and go on my merry way, all the while shaking my fist at Mother Nature.
Fast forward, and we arrive back to MI. See said blog post, but I decide to stop charting for that month, since I did nothing while on the above mentioned ship. 2 weeks later and the OCD in me kicks in. What is going on? Have I ovulated? Am I pregnant? Is my period due...or late? Who the hell knows...not me. I then bitch and moan all over my blog, to my mom and friends about knowing for sure I am not in fact knocked up, however I also have no idea where my period is. I take 2 pregnancy test, both negative. I decide to wait.
A week later, still nothing. Because I am OCD I decide to start temping even though it is near the end of said cycle but I want to see what is going on. Monday...increase temps= increase hope...Tuesday/ Wednesday...Temp falls faster than a bowling ball jumping off a building. BUT...Wednesday night...I had the most painful chest you have ever...and I have been wearing a bra since 5th grade...so I REALLY mean EVER...felt. There goes my hopes...creeping right back up in my head. Thursday morning, temp jumps by 10...YES 10 degrees! WTH? So..I PIAC. And Test. And test again. I got my BFP on 11/20/2008.
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