And I feel good. Last night was miserable. I cramped up a storm but no fuggin' period yet. After I gave blood I was told the doctor would call me before 12. I said in a calm cool manner -- "don't worry, he can leave a message on my voicemail... I have to give presentations today." The Andrologist (nurse wasn't available) who took my blood looked surprised (I suppose most women are anxious for their result). I said, "well it's only a 20% chance, I'm not holding my breathe."
I actually feel pretty zen. It is what it is.
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My friend Smurf is pregnant. She's 32 years old and 11 weeks along. I met up with her and other festival folk for a weekend project. ... -
I'm kinda scared of brownies. Okay, scared is a strong word. Plus I'm married to a South Asian, does that give me street cred ? ... -
I find you to be a f*cking cunt. I hope there is a special place in hell for a b*tch like you. You never deserved to have children. Here ...
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