Since I can’t reach my doctor… 25/Jul/2005

Y’all.. I hurt. Not like crampy hurt.. but hurt. Like knife-in-the-ovary hurt. Like “Helloooooo Uterus!” hurt. I don’t normally *feel* my uterus. But I am now. And the emotions? PLEASE! So far, I’ve cried at Dizzy Tangerine, Erin’s, Seuss’s, and Mama-C-Ta‘s blogs today. TODAY. *sigh*

I quote Mr. Flinger, “I know that the stick... Read more

Still negative.. and still emotional 23/Jul/2005

Another test today. You know.. just to be sure. (Although, I’m still not scheduled to start for another week.)

It said Not Pregnant.

That’s a good thing, right?

So why am I crying?

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Don’t hate me because I’m negative 18/Jul/2005

I peed on a stick. An UNUSED stick, I might add. And it actually read “Not Pregnant” because the two line thing, apparently, is entirely to confusing to us morons that call the doctor with a positive test bawling when, in fact, it is not.

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I’m not a doctor 15/Jul/2005

I’m so freakin’ tired. LB’s teeth are coming in and I’m tired and emotional and a wreck. My great friend Traci asked if I really think I’m pregnant. “Honestly?” I said, “I always think I’m pregnant.”

So do I think I’m over thinking everything? Of course. Will I stop? No. All I know is that people try for months and months when they’re ovulating and don’t get pregnant. Why would one or two tries in a couple of days clinch the deal? Ya know? I’m a fool to think... Read more

Is there onion in my carrot cake or am I pregnant? 22/Jun/2005

Did I tell you that when I was pregnant, everything smelled like onion? My friend’s shampoo was onion. My husband seeped onion into our room at night while he breathed and I’d come in from the bathroom and gag from the smell.  The dish soap was onion.  The laundry, fresh out of the dryer, smelled like onion. I gagged from all the onion smell all the time. I grew to hate onions. I still cant eat them.

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The Ultimate Mommy Brain 22/Apr/2005

Today I did something I can hardly believe. In fact, I’m so embarrassed about it, I’ll share it with all of you.

I’ve been feeling odd. Strange. Emotional. Bloated. Big-boobed. And late.

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