And we are off the the races. The baby-making races, that is. Since my body can't seem to cooperate and it's too soon for the ob/gyn to give a damn, I am stepping things up for the month of May. We will be running this race every other day. I know for a man, this is like a dream come true! For us women? Unless you are a certified nympho it is just more to stress over.
Of course as soon as I found out we weren't even the slightest bit pregnant, suddenly all around me where pregnant women and shows about pregnant women. I can't go to the store with out seeing them everywhere and being a little bit jealous. I realize that being jealous will come to haunt me when I am as big as a house and uncomfortable as hell but for now I can't help it.