Instead of counting the many blessings that September brought, I will count the one it did not bring: pregnancy. I haven’t written in awhile because this has really stopped being funny to me. I hate it. And I feel a time limit sneaking up on me–if I don’t concieve in the next 5 months, I don’t concieve at all. The insurance deadline is creeping up. And while hippie home births aren’t expensive, I’m too risk adverse to not have an insured back up plan just in case.
And if you want to know what really pisses me off–In addition to fervently believing I was pregnant, I got a false positive from those mothereffing blue tests. DON’T PURCHASE BLUE DYE TESTS. It’s well documented that they’re the worst.