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I think I got married and forgot I had a blog!
What's new? Hmm. I'm at a new school, it's ok, but miss my attachment to colleagues. I don't think I realized how many true friends I had at work until I had none. I'm sure that with time I will make buddies at the new place. I am awesome, after all!
Crazy co-worker is still crazy, but ever since her crying breakdown in my office a few months back, things seem better and she seems to understand that I am not the evil bitch who has arrived to steal her job.
Marriage is still going strong. I tell people: 11 months and I still like him quite a bit, which, I suppose is worth something. Some say that it means a lot, actually. Ask Kim Kardashian.
I suppose the biggest thing in life is the the new found kid-plan. The biggest secret of my lifetime is that Matt and I have been trying to get pregnant since the wedding. Having, obviously, no luck so far, concern is beginning to mount. My once upon a time "like clockwork" (11AM on Wednesdays) cycle is no longer exactly like a clock. It's on time like a train is on time in Italy. Now, in the past, I would have been overjoyed to only have a period every 46 days with every cycle getting longer and longer. Who really wants to have their period anyway? However, since I've been warming up to the baby idea, I get more excited. Wait? It's been a week longer than last month? Maybe we're pregnant? Pee on stick. Nope. That's $10 I'll never see again.
A few months back I started tracking, via app, cycles and potential "prime" baby making times, but that got us no where. Now I've started the temperature taking fiasco. No big deal, really, but I don't like getting up early. I especially don't like morning wake up calls that require me to shove a thermometer in my mouth.
Anyway. Babies come when God decide babies come. I'm still of the opinion that if it's meant to be, it's meant to be. Maybe I'll end up buying a baby from the Philippines off the internet yet. www.filipinobabiesforrent.com?
What's new? Hmm. I'm at a new school, it's ok, but miss my attachment to colleagues. I don't think I realized how many true friends I had at work until I had none. I'm sure that with time I will make buddies at the new place. I am awesome, after all!
Crazy co-worker is still crazy, but ever since her crying breakdown in my office a few months back, things seem better and she seems to understand that I am not the evil bitch who has arrived to steal her job.
Marriage is still going strong. I tell people: 11 months and I still like him quite a bit, which, I suppose is worth something. Some say that it means a lot, actually. Ask Kim Kardashian.
I suppose the biggest thing in life is the the new found kid-plan. The biggest secret of my lifetime is that Matt and I have been trying to get pregnant since the wedding. Having, obviously, no luck so far, concern is beginning to mount. My once upon a time "like clockwork" (11AM on Wednesdays) cycle is no longer exactly like a clock. It's on time like a train is on time in Italy. Now, in the past, I would have been overjoyed to only have a period every 46 days with every cycle getting longer and longer. Who really wants to have their period anyway? However, since I've been warming up to the baby idea, I get more excited. Wait? It's been a week longer than last month? Maybe we're pregnant? Pee on stick. Nope. That's $10 I'll never see again.
A few months back I started tracking, via app, cycles and potential "prime" baby making times, but that got us no where. Now I've started the temperature taking fiasco. No big deal, really, but I don't like getting up early. I especially don't like morning wake up calls that require me to shove a thermometer in my mouth.
Anyway. Babies come when God decide babies come. I'm still of the opinion that if it's meant to be, it's meant to be. Maybe I'll end up buying a baby from the Philippines off the internet yet. www.filipinobabiesforrent.com?