dear blastocyte,

either you're in or you're out, k? im having a helluva time here wondering if you're gonna pull through and sit it out with the rest of us...

hopefully this appointment to withdraw several HUNDRED pints more of my plasma will indicate such.

in bed resting,

mom

it nearly always happens like this...all of the sudden. BAM. summer's on its way out. i hope i adhere to my strict regime of hitting the beach once each week until fall. i hope we really go camping. maybe early fall? that sounds nice, actually...

and then its my birthday again. big three one. this time with a bun in the oven and no plan as of yet.

im thinking i'll spend my bartab on the spa. thats a good buck fitty plus that i could spend on having endless amounts of pampering applied to my pregnant body.

oh pregnancy.

such a long time, you are.

becky*

ah so we move into our next stage of marriagedom. the incubating and hatching of an offspring.

boy howdy how time doth fly.

of course, im thrilled and overjoyed and only slightly concerned with the extreme lack of champagne and coffee in my future...i know, but dude. its summertime! im going to a beach party and not going to be knackered off my nut.

i suppose however that i'll be basking and glowing in all my motherly glory.

amen. hallelujah. the pipes still work!

so far the only thing ive noticed is that i cant imagine eating a pinto bean. grosses me right the hell out.

now peaches. peaches are a whole new story, bucko.

yay baby.

becky*