Gasp. Wheeze. Choke.
It's Day Two of NaBloPoMo. I'm already out of things to write about. My hands are clammy. My pulse is weak and rapid. My blood pressure is plummeting. I'm never going to make it.
Hey, this was my first month on Clomid. I know! You all didn't even know I was trying to get knocked up, did you? I am full of surprises. Anyway, apparently my lithe 32-year-old body was much more responsive to getting pregnant than my withered 38-year-old self, so here I am. There's not much to report about it. Nothing has happened to me, except for hot flashes. These don't make me feel particularly young, but they do keep me toasty, which is nice. I could use one right now, in fact.
Hmm dee doo, what else. Oh! Here's my Wonderland post for this week. It will terrify and enlighten. It took me about five minutes to figure out why "teriffy" looked wrong. My brain is atrophying right along with my girl parts. Age is a cruel, cruel thing.










November 2, 2007
Reader Comments (33)
Good luck with the baby-making!
Buck Up already.
"If you want to get pregnant, go out and get drunk. Worked for a bunch of girls at my high school."
That's going to eat at me all day. Must drop EVERYTHING and figure out where that quote came from.
I'm excited you're gonna post every day!
i find it hard to believe that in that brilliant noggin of yours there isn't enough gold for each day of the month of November
(And I hope your Clomid adventure turns out to be terribly blog fodder -- uneventful and immediately succesful.)
And way to go on the nomination for the 2007 Weblog Awards! You do know you were nominated, right? I want to make sure I'm fighting a fair fight here. Here's the poll:
http://2007.weblogawards.org/polls/best-parenting-blog-1.php
Good luck!
Ok, sorry to disparage you, Clomid. You helped me get pregnant, so I have to love you. But I won't like you until I lose all this weight.
Hey - sorry, Alice. I was having such a tender moment with Clomid that I almost forgot you were there. Good luck!