Archive for June 11th, 2012

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As I knew it would.  I’m actually late in writing this because it started almost exactly after I got to work.  Oh I was so pissed with the timing.

Anyway, aside from paranoia I figured it would start.  And Pat, who normally pales about 3 shades in the face If I’m so much as 5 seconds late according to my average, never doubted I would.  But oy is my body annoying at times!

I have much more to write about other topics another day.  I need the thumbs up clearance first.

But… My body isn’t the only thing that’s annoying around here!

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It would be at this point in my cycle delay that I would be peeing on a stick.  However, I have been very irregular since I got my tubes turned into bacon.  Usually I’m early but, late is just as possible I’d imagine.  I’m weighing the improbability of me getting pregnant with bacon tubes against the fact I get knocked up if you sneeze near me…  Throw in the fact Pat was told he was sterile something like 14 years ago, and yet fathered our 3 children.

I range, since the surgery, 24-28 days with a 27 day average.  I’m on day 30.  Bacon tubes though!  Snipped and burned!

When pregnant with Sammy, before we knew it was a girl, we discussed the name Douglas Anthony.  It’s been decided that should I get pregnant a 4th time, little one is being named Douglas Adams.  Forget Anthony, the improbability drive behind this hypothetical child alone would earn the Hitchhiker’s nod.

Bacon. Tubes.

I’m going to be so pissed.

But the child would never know.

Seriously though, I’m stressed out more than usual.  With Pat’s health, the move, and trying for a promotion.  And I haven’t been regular at all since my tubal.  One month I’m close to 24 days, the next I’m 28.  It’s like 1 tube is firing early and the other on time.  Well, last month was 26 so I’d expect to be closer to the 30 this month, but if stress has me late, it would be more noticeable this month than last or next.

Think bacon.

Oh and I’ve been bitchy as hell this past week.  I’m gearing up for something!

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Today is the 1 year anniversary of the last time I stepped foot inside my previous job as an active, on the clock, employee.

Tomorrow is the 1 year anniversary of when I woke up paralyzed in my right leg.

Remind me to thank my daughter for that.  In hind sight, it’s one of the better days of my life that was also one of the most miserable days in my life.