Tuesday, November 21, 2006

my wasted letter to santa

Well, I wasted my letter to Santa, as one has to actually get around to the act of sex to get pregnant. It was such a crazy ass weekend that sweets and I passed each other in the hall on occasion and that was about it. And despite what all my Sunday school teachers said (I'm Catholic) you CANNOT get pregnant that way. So. No baby for me for the time being. It just means that we'll have to try harder. And it is always so much fun to try harder.

Friday, November 17, 2006

dear santa,

I wrote a letter to Santa last night. To Santa. On stationary, in pink ink and put a stamp on it. Did I mention that I'm just a few months shy of 31? I know. Sounds stupid. I wrote a letter to Santa last year and asked for a baby. That was it. A baby. And it worked. We got a baby, but it wasn't my baby. Turns out it was my sister-in-law who got the baby. So THIS time, I was much more specific. I asked Santa for a baby for me. That I wanted to get pregnant this weekend and have a baby next July. My baby. For me. Mine. Who knows. Maybe it will work. Rest assured, you'll be the first to know nonexistent readers. Or who knows, maybe Santa's on the Net.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

can i have something to drink to swallow my bitter little pill?

No baby for me. I don't know how that makes me feel. No, wait. There it is...That's it......Angry. Yes, angry. ALL of my friends seem to be able to pop them out like Pez but then there's me....a CATHOLIC for God's sake....and can I get knocked up?!?!?!? NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

In case you haven't noticed, I've decided to write about whatever the Hell I want. Of course the "you" I speak of is about as real as the non-existent children I will never have. No, I'm not bitter. But I do have one of my favorite friends, and although we don't see each other all the time, we've known each other for along time. Well, she's preggers. And what pisses me off, is how I can't get past the jealously that is lodged in my throat like a giant no freakin' baby tick-tac! (Man, what's with all the candy metaphors today?) I just don't get it. Why does everyone else get their family and I don't. But, I am "percolating" this weekend. So who knows. Maybe I'll get my Christmas wish this year. Last year I wasn't specific enough because evidently, when I asked for a baby, I should have said "I want to be the one pregnant and getting the baby" because we got a baby in my family...my new nephew. Don't get me wrong, I'm so happy we have this child in the family. He's kind of a "miracle" if you will, as the parents didn't think they could have kids the easy way. But I want "MY" baby. And my hubbies as well. So, I'll be writing Santa a letter. And it will be very specific.

I guess I'm just having a hard week. I got my ass handed to me the other day by the bitch of my organization. Little does she know, that along with being a domestic goddess, I AM THE UBER BITCH! (Odd, I just saw myself standing on a mountain top ala He-Man with my sword drawn.) And for the rest of the week, I'm the queen of the meetings. Two today, one all day tomorrow, a conference call on Thursday and two meetings on Friday. And I still have laundry to do! God, I can't wait for the weekend!

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

bwah ha ha ha

Well, I peed on my stick yesterday when I got home and nothing. No second line. BUT! the "others" didn't show up again today either. Except for the few little telltale signs, some of which are a little foreign to me. Actually, I feel like I could just snap someone's head off at the smallest provocation. And is it just me or is it freakin' cold in here!? I may have to go and jack the heat up in the office. One of the little perks that comes with being "the boss" is that I have complete control of the heat and air temperature *insert manicacle laugh here* and no one can say anything about it.