Strike Three

What the hay-yo?

And I was so sure...

Yep.

Yep, my boobs are definitely fuller. (Says the girl who's grabbing herself, lol.)

Tricky

Still no period.

Hm.

Tricky, body. Tricky.



I don't want to think I'm pregnant because I aaaalways do. But I suspect I might be; I just feel...off. I'm exhausted; I swear my boobs are fuller, and I'm friggin' starving all the time! Then again, PMS does strange things to me.

I suppose time will tell...

Sorry to be so negative...

It should say that on the box.

My Want My Baby

Last night we had a family pizza party and movie night (Pizza Hut delivery and Hotel Transylvania, both awesome). In the middle of the movie and completely out of nowhere, Jolie laid her head in my lap and longingly said, "My want my baby."

Assuming she meant Baby Waah (her doll), I thought nothing of it. But then she continued, "My mean, my want my WEAL baby. My baby dat's wiff Gwamma Bunny."

(cue teary mommy)

She proceeded to explain that we needed to get "hings" ready for our baby ("her" to be specific) and elaborated on that a bit. Then she turned back to the movie and didn't mention it further.

It's possible I wept just a little. Me too, Jolie. Me too.

I'm getting tired

... of seeing these.



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Shh... Listen.

While I am looking forward to having a bouncing little baby in the house again (and am still really hoping this month's the month...though there've been a few incidents of spotting that have made me leery), I am really loving the occasional moments of utter peace and quiet that I am privy to in this stage if the game.

Ahh, naptime.

It's a sacred time. Housework is (usually) done; children are fed; James is at school, and Jolie is dozing away in her room. As much as I love my children's company, there's something delightful about naptime.

I will be sad to give up this precious peace. But if it means I'll inherit a darling little baby to smooch on, I will gladly make the switch!