So I am hanging in this weird limbo land right now.
We are trying to have a baby. I have taken a test. One test said yes, several tests said no.
However here I am late.
Not a lot but late none the less.
So here I wait. Am I aren't I?
I would really love one of my Mike's Margaritas chilling out in my fridge but if I am and I do well that is not cool.
Ooh but that bite and cold and a little salt. Yum
My body has been weird but people I am taking that with a grain of salt as my body is always weird.
I find myself looking at my tummy asking it are you chub or a baby? I wish my tummy would let me know pretty soon. This waiting thing for something you really want blows.
Chris has been a trooper, he talks me down from my ledge each day. Gleefully telling me that he guesses that means we have to keep trying.
My job as schedule deputy starts Saturday ending Sunday. Leaving me chained to my phones in case someone calls in.
At least that means I will have plenty of time to start cleaning our basement.
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Caprise, I know that eventually you will have a baby. So why worry? You know it's gonna happen eventually, so just enjoy this limbo time....if you are preggers, it's the last limbo time you'll ever have.... :) If not, a margarita is on it's way...either way: win win. :)
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