We’ve spent the weekend thus far trying to forget–with much success: Dave offered me a beer with dinner last night and couldn’t figure out why I denied him–that I may be pregnant.
This (spits twice and knocks wood) is the longest I’ve incubated a wee critter since I had my Ben and Alex. What does this mean? Fuck-nothing, not really. Anything can go wrong at any time, life sadly offers no such guarantees.
I’m hesitant to call either of my doctors (my endo and my OB) because I don’t really want to make a big deal out of this should things go sadly awry again, but I know that I need to put on my Big Girl Pants and make the calls.
Today, for the first time in I don’t know how long, I am going out with the girls to lunch and to a movie. This makes me nearly giddy with the freedom of it all! Lunch without my kidlets! Movie without being whined at by my big son! I’m going to dive into a vat of fake-buttery popcorn and Ashley is going to have to pull me out by my feet!
I haven’t been so happy since I went on a shoe-buying binge a couple of weeks ago (okay, bad example).
So, sweet Internet whom I love possibly more than my new puppy, what would make you feel blissfully happy? Shallow or deep?