Before we started trying to conceive I felt very confident of our planning and now, nearly nine months into the process, I have begun having the most crazy thoughts. Yesterday it was 'OMG Stupid, why have you not been saving up money for maternity leave?' I talked myself down from that ledge by reasoning that the money in our joint savings can be used for whatever we need it to be used for and I don't need some special personal maternity passbook of savings or whatever it is I was thinking that I needed. Of course, I am not even pregnant so there is plenty of time to figure that out.
Back at the end of April I went to my GP for a thyroid follow up and we had the most strange discussion in which we were each having thoughts that we did not reveal. Things went down pretty much like this
BB: I feel fine but I did have like a 70 plus day cycle
GP: So you skipped a period
BB: Yeah, but I'm not really worried about it
GP: Well, you aren't and I'm not. In a few months if you still aren't pregnant there are things we can do ...
BB: **Mental panics! Is she going to pass out "THE CANDY"?** Well, we have been trying for less than a year we could talk about it after then
GP: And you didn't want to be pregnant for Lollapalooza anyway!
Thank goodness for TB because without all those characters I would not have had the knowledge and strength to wait it out. Ignorant me could very well have gotten DA EXTRA BOOST
for my personal one way express train to
WantababysobadlyIcantastetheJohnson&Johnson Crazytown.
I really like my doctor but if she wants to be my Clomid dealer then I will have to quit her. Really though, I think that she just wanted me to not worry and to enjoy the summer but I would be delighted to be pregnant at Lolla. Or at Pitchfork, or at any activity that I have participated in for the past nine months or will participate in in the future until the the end of time forever and ever Amen!
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