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It’s 5:53 a.m. So, in college I never took a class that started before 10 a.m. For most of my life, morning has been something for other people. I’m a night owl. Used to have a list of friends I could call at midnight to chat with, list of TV shows I loved that aired . . . → Read More: roller coaster (of looo-oo-ove… and crackers) March 26, 2007 So today, I feel like the best kind of Looney Toon. I’m laughing, I’m crying, everything is beautiful, especially the wind and rain outside my office window on the green green spring plants and pink vining roses. Yesterday morning at 5 a.m., I bolted awake again. My period hadn’t come yet. My . . . → Read More: two pink lines I’m not pregnant. At least according to the pee-on-a-stick test I took this morning. And it’s funny, I don’t feel pregnant anymore. Could my mind have been THAT powerful? Really? Or could the ball of cells have just stopped dividing, or not implanted. Or could the test be wrong? Now, we wait. If I’m not pregnant, then this is a mean case of PMS. Heartburn, breast tenderness. Bolted awake at 1:45 a.m. with the absolute certainty of it. I’ve only told four friends so far that this is even a possibility. One, having just witnessed the two-year fight another friend my age had with infertility issues, leading . . . → Read More: knowing and not knowing, yet Already, almost a week has gone by since our minds changed, and so much detail has been lost. These are the things I’ve noted: This morning I woke up to catching a glimpse of Scott’s red plaid flannel clad butt as he was bending over in the backyard, pulling up dandelions, at 7:00 a.m. This . . . → Read More: how it began |
 
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