This is just a weird month. We've been trying to get knocked up for so long, I've forgotten what it feels like to try NOT to get pregnant. And the one month that good ol' Doc B asks us to abstain because of testing has to fall on my birthday. So now I feel old, and like I'm wasting a month.
In three years, I'll be 40. By that age, my parents had a kid in college.
Oh, and on a completely unrelated note, we decided this weekend that someone needs to invent a spork with a slightly serrated blade on the handle (think KFC plastic knife, not something that's gonna take off a finger) and we'll call it a Spornk. I think it's brilliant.
I was going to call it a Snork, but was afraid people would confuse it with these:
Plus this way it has the word "porn" in it, which makes it seem a little dirty.
4 days ago