So Chris is gone tonight, doing a Suicide run to the Kenai river to fish. (It's called a Suicide run cuz they leave right after work (10pm) and drive 2 hours to the river, fish and then drive back in the early morning. Then get up and go to work at 2pm.) Silly boy!
So you get to hear all my stuff that I have to say! YAY!
So today MUST be "Announce that you are Pregnant to Krista day." Seriously! I had three friends tell me they were el prego! Congrats to all of them! Great job on the baby making!
Then I turn on MY show, The Real Desperate Housewives of New Jersey, and both Jacqueline and Teresa are el prego!!! Congrats to them both!
Seriously though, Jacqueline was my broken buddy. She's was why I really, really got into the show. We were broken moms trying to have another. Trying not to sound ungrateful for what we have. Now she's all knocked up. You go girl! I guess I gotta find another buddy.
Speaking of getting knocked up. I'm still peeing on sticks that aren't changing. (I bought a package with 7 sticks, which I guess is how many most people need to tell when they release an egg, or ovulate.) Not Kritta. I'm on day 7 tomorrow.
I don't know why I'm getting so disappointed. I guess I thought I wouldn't need all the sticks. For some reason, my head thought I would have ovulated by now. That we would be on our way to baby making. I'm not sure why I expected this. I know that I have a longer cycle... usually 35-39 days. If this was a normal cycle without drugs, I wouldn't ovulate for another week, at least.
I am thinking that I thought this was going to be a miracle drug that would just fix things right away. That I would ovulate the first day and already know if I was pregnant. Today seems to be the day that I realize, it might take a few times on this medicine, Clomid, to get prego.
To tell you how much faith I had in this medicine, I already have the due date figured out. (March 14, so you don't have to figure it out.) Sad huh?
PLEASE everybody, tell me when you are pregnant! I am so excited for you! REALLY, REALLY! Two of my friends were scared to tell me. Just because I'm broken, doesn't mean I can't love that fact that you can make babies! That I get to kiss and hug them and steal them at church. (Just ask Bobbi!!)
So don't be afraid.
I won't bite you.
Or kick you.