On the side bar of this blog, I have installed a tickometer--a gauge of how many ticks I pick off of my body during the year. It's kind of done in fun, but still I am amazed at how many ticks find my hairy...
I'm not nervous at all about the tri. I'm not nervous at all about the tri. I'm not nervous -- oh hell, yes I am! I go from being quite calm and easy and lah di dah to feeling the hot acid dripping through my stomach linin
Jodi Cutler Del Dottore
I think I'm having a moment. I believe it's called self-doubt. It ain't pretty.
Maybe because everything is pretty.
Jordan and Sofia are growing and both are involved in activities. Jordan's swimming and now studying piano
, nothing like the watch and wait.
Had the vision of the ticking time bomb waiting...waiting...waiting..., and so on...tickticktick
Tick, tick, tickby
Is it 7 o'clock yet? No? Damn.
Can you tell I'm pretty psyched to meet up with my girls tonight? Well, yes, as a matter of fact, I am.
I'm sitting at work, tying up the loose ends. Tomorrow is the last (1/2) day an
Tick Tock, Tick Tock, You Don’t Stopby
Today I went for my second insemi. It was boring and long. I had to wait an hour and a half. Which really sucks. At any rate. The Dr. told me that I had already ovulated so I don’t know if that is a good or bad sign. But I
Tick Tock, Tick Tockby
3:35 PM: I just ate my afternoon snack. My head is telling me more. My pouch is pretty quiet. But I'm not going to do it. I'm not going to eat another thing until the appropriate meal time. God help me. I wish I smoked.