Well then. Years later... Shit, I thought I might blog more than once a year, but damn it, I have been busy. My lover man proposed. I said yes (imagine that). I planned a wedding. We got married twice in the same month (more on that later). And here we are, it is March and I still think he is the bee's knees. The cat's meow. The tango in my, well fuck it.... He rocks my world, I love him, the end. Trying to get preggers, not working out. I am old for getting knocked up. As in 35 going on 36. We want a bunch of kids, but so far nothing. I search the Trying To Conceive forums (TTC), and feel like I am grasping at straws. Want baby, want baby now. I don't want to wait, I don't want to wonder if I am broken or is he broken or is writing on your blog for the first time in months with a wine buzz a good idea. I just want. I read other blogs about women who tried for years and women who tried for hours and wonder. I wonder the following:
Am I half as funny as them?
Will i get pregnant soon?
Yep, that's it, that's all I wonder. Except this...
Am I weird or normal?