Friday, June 23, 2006


I am the regular 28-day kinda girl, but last month I threw a gasket or an o-ring or something because I only had a 21-day cycle. Now I am two days late for the 28-day thing. This never happens. Last time I had the whole 28-21 drama was when I got knocked up with The Girl. Apparently, the 21-day thing was the implantation of the kid into the womb thing (or some sort of gyno hooey). So I started stressing a bit. And I started saying things like, "I can't be - my boobs aren't sore and I'm not barfing." Extreme worry washed over me today when one gal in my mommy group said, "That could just mean it's a boy. Less nausea with boys!" To which I quickly grabbed the kid and the dog and headed to the drug store on the way home. Hubby came home for lunch so I peed on the stick. Only one line, folks. No sibling for The Girl. And I was VERY HAPPY!!! Because let's face it...who wants to turn 40 in Vegas in late August while six months pregnant? Not me. Whew.

1 comment:

Sugarmama said...

Yes, 40 in Vegas in August DOES sound wretched, so congratulations on not being pregnant.

And thanks for the comment on my blog earlier. I DO need a break, and books plus coffee sound divine. If I could just figure out how to work it...