And the diagnosis is –

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Ok guys… today is the day I found out just how defunct my uterus really is. It’s funny, I’ve been putting off this testing for so long that my mind goes to a million different places when I start to think about what the outcome of today could mean…so I’m not going to think about it anymore. Just deep breaths and showtunes.

I’ve just finished a long hot bath, and now I’m off for an ultrasound, and then some bonding time with a set of stirrups. And after that? A massage. Cause regardless of what this afternoon holds for me… if my day involves a speculum then I deserve a damn massage… and possibly chocolate (since chocolate is about the only thing “bad” for me that I can eat while doing only raw foods. Which for the record is going stupidly well. Eating has never been so easy. Eating has never been so much fun. I’m amazed at how great having a real appetite makes me feel. Even if I am still sleeping way too much.)

Cross your fingers.

To whom it may concern,

There is nothing to see over there.  No.  Really.  Nothing at all.  You can stop sneaking around now…because I can see you.  When there is something to see over there, I will make a huge announcement with all sorts of wild fanfare… there might even be a trumpet or 2. Till then?  Let the mad genius pull her hair out in private, please?

Thanks!

Sabine

I’ll be dead.

This weekend I encountered 2 very different types of boys. The first, after a very unexpected phone call, had me sleeping like a baby for a good portion of the night. But the second? The second had me up all night pawing thru closets and pacing the floors.

If I’m lucky I might get 2 or 3 hours of sleep on an average night and woe to the boy who takes That away from me. It makes me grumpy almost as grumpy as the fact that all of my brilliant moments come at 3 a.m. This boy in question?

James.

Yesterday in a volley of phone calls this evil plan of James’ was born. An evil plan, which I love. An evil plan, which involves me dressing up. An evil plan, which enables me to play with accessories. An evil plan, that after trying on just about everything I own it was decided that I’m going to have to start from scratch.

Now talking to Sarah, we worked out a plan where I was at least starting with a base garment that I already owned. It wasn’t perfect but it would work and I wouldn’t have to stress over having to start from the beginning…

Until 3 a.m. this morning.

When I realized that I had been an idiot. When I realized that the entire night the perfect fabric for this was already in a box prepped and ready to go to Amalia and with a bit of tweaking would be perfect. Now I just have to track down my seamstress and beg for that dress to be done a month earlier.

And then find accessories.

And probably end up having to make accessories.

This hurts, James. It’s a good pain but it hurts. That is until I wind up burning my fingers on a glue gun, then? Well then I only have 2 words of advice for you, James.

Shin Guards.

Cause it will be all your fault.

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