and again… just like newPosted: October 30, 2007
Good old Clear Blue, she loves me, even though I neglected her last cycle. (Is it a sign of too much ttc-ing when you say cycle instead of month?) She wanted a pee-stick this morning – I think it’s too early for that shit, but what’s a little disagreement over pee-sticks between friends? – but because of Cat Drama™ I had no FMU for her. Nor any SMU. “Tomorrow, honey,” I whispered sweetly in her little electronic ear, “tomorrow, I swear.”
I’ve got a fabulous prize for all you non-ttc-ers who can figure out those acronyms. Fabulous – like a cake.
It looks like Plan B is up and running (oh, god – the cracks that could be made here). Early November, cycle number 50-bazillion – The Age of BioTranz. Yes, I am putting my trust in Fed-Ex again, even though they have fucked me before. Fuckers. Anyway, Plan B is such a good one (you can’t beat it with a stick, remember?) that its karma will steam-roll the crappiness of Fed-Ex.
There was a sort of cheesy article (column?) in The Washington Post Magazine yesterday (searching for link…) about old friends. The writer mused on what to call them – she didn’t like the “old” part, but wanted to distinguish them from newer, more fly-by-night friends. My answer is to call them family.
Hang on to your hats, kids, it’s CD 9.