You have a funny penis! May 18, 2008

So says Gatito, upon spying my lady bits after barging in while I was on the toilet.

My response? “Go tell Daddy.”

Am I lay-zee or what?

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For my birthday, I got myself a cute tennis skirt, shirt, and shoes. Who cares if my racket is seventeen years old as long as I look good? Isn’t that the most important thing? Clinic starts Tuesday.

Then, with a few minutes to spare before our dinner reservations, I popped into a new boutique and found the most gorgeous, flattering dress. I love this dress so much that being able to wear it for a while would actually be a pretty decent consolation prize if this is not my month.

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I forgot about how the tiniest things can make me worry when there’s a possibility I could be pregnant. How aware I am of every tiny twinge or ache. I woke up this morning with a painful swollen lymph node near my jaw and I cannot help but wonder if and how some kind of infection could affect development of a potential embryo at this very tender stage.

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Every time I am in the two week wait, I wonder why I never poke my boobs at times when I know I’m not pregnant, so I have something to compare with. They’re not sore, but they do seem a bit less droopy than normal and my nipples have been damp more often than usual.

(Speaking of… What the hell? Am I going to have occasionally damp nipples for the rest of my freakin’ life? I only breast fed for four weeks 2.5 years ago! It seems a bit unfair.)

I usually don’t get a positive test till 13 dpo, which is not till Friday. Onwards…

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