Month 7, Cycle Day 14... if you're thinking to yourself "hey, shouldn't you be having sex instead of writing this entry," I've got 8 words for you:
"Who do you think you are, my pimp?!"
I'm just sayin'. More specifically, if you're on your grind in terms of cycle days then maybe you too have been TTC recently. BTW, hope things have worked out in your favor - clearly they haven't for me yet.
As it turns out, my sex organs are tied to my brain. UGGGHH - I hate being your stereotypical girl - tangling sex all up with emotion, but alas this is where we are. If hubby's being a douche -- for the record, I'm not saying he is... 'course, I'm not saying he's not either -- but IF he was being a total twerp then it might stand to reason that I don't feel like spreading the drumsticks, right? That's what makes this whole conception business hard. My eggs are numbered - can I afford to waste one on my bad attitude?
Let's hope that baby Brandon forgives me...
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