Let's Go Already!

I've got severe PMS and am frustrated about the wait. I know it's gunna start, so start already.

By the way, I refuse to refer to my period as Aunt Flow (or AF as they call it in the Fertility message boards). That's gross. The people on message boards also call semen and the act of having sex (or insemination) "baby dust." Um, no. I do not need to start using cute words to describe reproduction. No wonder so many couples experience stress while trying to conceive--everything suddenly gets either very clinical or way too cute. (I go for clinical.) After this baby exercise, I'm going to have to go back to using this area of my body for fun; that won't be possible if all I can think about is little angels spreading fairy dust when I'm getting my groove on.

So, what was I saying. Oh, yeah. Let's get going. I'm ready to start on month #3.

Temp Dropped :-(

Oh, my temp dropped today, which means that I will probably start my period in a couple of days. Gearing up for next month...

No News Is No News

I'm still in that dreaded two-weeks-passed-ovulation period. This month, I don't feel pregnant at all. In fact, I'm craving chocolate and I'm kinda irritable, so I think that means I'm having PMS. Four more days until I know for sure...

Starting Week Two - Again

This Sunday marks the start of Week 2 of waiting. I did much better during my Week 1 this time because I forced myself to chill out a bit. The second week is the hardest though. I hope it goes by quickly.

I have no business being a parent

While organizing my files today, I found my prescription receipt for some eye drops from last year. I totally forgot that I had conjunctivitis. Imagine my horror when I discovered that for the past two weeks, I've been giving my cats MY eye drops; not her's. Nice. I apparently can't tell the difference between human and feline meds. I'll probably accidentally have my infant declawed.

Poor Boo

The Litter Robot is doing an amazing job. I don't have to touch anything anymore and there's zero smell. It's definitely going to be worth the $350. I took my female cat to the doctor today because her chronic conjunctivitis has been acting up and the poor thing looks like she's in pain. I didn't want to leave her for a week (with the pet sitter visiting) with sad, red eyes. Anyway, the Russian doctor kept saying "You want blood tests? If she dies, we might want tests." I was horrified until I figure out that he was actually saying "You want blood tests? If it's these eyes, we might want tests." Good God, that was scary. But then he asked me what pet litter I was using then rushed behind a door and came back in a few seconds later holding some litter. Holding it in one hand, he picked it up with the other and dropped it to demonstrate that it creates some dust. Then he proceeded to tell me to use regular torn up paper instead of litter. Oh, sure. How about if I just lay paper around my apartment and train the cats to shit anywhere they'd like. Oh, darn, Boo shat on my IDC report. Oh, heck, Boo shat on my tax returns. Um. No. I won't be training the cats to go on paper. Besides, I just bought a $350 litter box that holds litter, not shredded documents. Boo can deal with dust like the rest of us.

No luck this month

No success this month. But I'm now equipped with FertilAid and Evening Primrose Oil supplements, so I'm prepared for next month.

The second I found out that I wasn't pregnant, I had a big ol' cup of coffee. Later in the day (yes, the day), I polished off a glass of scotch. Ah, to be alive again. But, then I immediately crashed for a two hour nap, which killed my sleep schedule. I got up at 3 in the morning and watched two hours of Celebrity Poker on tv as I sipped chamomile tea. For those keeping track, that's coffee, followed by scotch, followed by herbal tea. And I wonder why my eggs are making a mad dash for the exit.