Dear Diary,
One week till I know if I'm pregnant. Whew. This month is going so incredibly slowly. Maybe this is why women worry more about ageing - because sometimes our months feel like years, and we assume our bodies are showing it.
I overheard Sarah talking to Rachel at work yesterday. You're not going to believe your little blank pages, but they were talking about cervical mucous. I don't know what it is. I don't WANT to know what it is and why the heck they were talking about it. Has this pregnancy idea has totally unhinged my best friend? What should I do? Is there a Pregnancy Obsessives Anonymous who could stage an intervention?
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