Item – Secret Squirrelling is so stressful I am having bad dreams about it, and then having trouble getting back to sleep. Arse arse arse arse arse.
Item – The resulting socking great gaps in my sleep schedule are screwing with my morning basal body temperature. According to the digital thermometer, I ovulated on Thursday (day 16. Yes, I know, that can’t be right). According to everything else, I haven’t yet but am on schedule to pop any minute now. Any minute. Wait for it… just a few more seconds… yes… oh, alright, talk amongst yourselves, I may be some time.
Item – Both H and I have picked up some sort of very low grade persistant tummy bug, so while neither of us are incapacitated or trapped in the bog for hours on end, we’re both feeling a tad uncomfortable and troublous in the lower abdomen (in my case, it seems to be aggravating/being aggravated by the aches and pains of Cute Ute, who is in pissy hysterics for at least an hour or so each day, horrible little organ that she is). The main problem with this, eh, problem is that it Interferes with regular and enthusiastic Marital Duties (ie neither of us wants to at all just right now), which in turn makes me antsy and irritable and makes H hide in the study.
Item – I think this cycle will be a bust.
Item – I also think that Satsuma is waiting to time it so that my wedding anniversary will be ruined, because I will be menstruating, in full-on can’t-stand-must-puke mode, in which state one is unlikely to enjoy being taken to a fancy restaurant and/or to a concert.
Item – I hate my guts.