Tedium of sex
Jun 15, 2001 Ancient Archives, Infertility
I woke up today to find that my temperature is *still* not up. For you folks playing along at home, that means no ovulation as yet. All the other signs are kicking (in the lexicon of the ‘net that would be: CM and CP) but my body seems to drag things out. This would be fine but as those of you who have had to work at conception know, it makes things tedious in the baby-making department. Speaking of the baby-making department, I’ve noticed the terminology has changed in the five years since we built Noah from scratch. Procreative sex used to be called love olympics (LO — you know how ‘net denizens love acronyms) but now it’s called baby dance (BD, natch). Personally, I prefer LO, thanks. By the way, the miracle baby doctor looked at my charts and said that since I was ovulating so nicely, I was sure to get a baby out of this gig at some point. He’s running the usual battery of hormonal tests to see what’s what; we shall see.
People have been contacting me about the now defunct Spoon Co. former publishers of fine homebirth baby books and nursing journals. They were a hit but we’re lousy at managing a home biz so we quit making ‘em. I’m still listed in yahoo for them (I’ve wrote them about changing it and they haven’t) and it’s likely that if you’re reading this, you linked in from there since that’s where I get a lot of my traffic. Sorry folks, don’t have the books anymore. I’ve been talking to Amy Scott about her maybe taking them on.
Today I have friends coming to dinner so I have to clean the house. I also have to work out. And see my counselor. And make the dinner (much of it in advance). So why in the hell am I sitting here typing on this damn blog????
Dawn, thy name is procrastination.
