I have nothing particularly interesting to write today. But I really wanted to demote that last "pious" post.
I'm reading "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn." No, I am not an 11 year old. But last weekend while at my parents' house, I wanted to read outside in the sun, and there were slim-pickins since we have all taken most of our books. But I always did love the book, and haven't read it since I was a kid. It really is excellently written. Unlike this post.
I sent out a check today for my 10 Year High School Reunion, which will be on June 6th. It's funny to think- how long ago High School feels, but yet how short 10 years really feels. Our class was pretty tightly knit - -the majority of us all went to the same school from Kindergarten through 12th grade - - so it should be a good time. And fortunately for me, none of my close friends from HS have babies or are pregnant, so it'll be a little easier on me than the college reunion (that I skipped).
I am sitting here breathing in the sweet aroma of my new favorite household appliance- - my Glade Plug-In!! If you have a cat, or cats, this thing is HEAVEN-SENT!! Oh, the pleasure of not smelling crap in your house :)
My cm has been kinda scanty this cycle. I just popped a Mucinex, and we'll see how that helps. My post-coital is tomorrow, so I'll keep you posted on that front. I need to go self-hypnotize now so that I am not dreading the obligatory BD session tonight and tomorrow morning. Has anyone had a post-coital done? Is it really as bad as it sounds? I am NOT looking forward to walking in there with a twat full of spoodge, dripping all over the place... sorry to be so crass, but the whole procedure makes me feel incredibly grossed out, and giving you that little shock is just my way of letting you in on my emotions regarding it. Sorry.