Sunday, July 31, 2005

1dp5(6?)dt.....or, what I did today to keep myself from going insane

Let's see:

I slept until 9am. Felt good.

Checked the panties to make sure that there was no bleeding-all clear!

Called M-she went to the Duran Duran concert last night with Sexy Josh and had a good time (BITCH-I am so jealous!). Tonight Sexy Josh is taking her to "One if by Land, Two if by Sea" (very schwenky NYC restaurant) to celebrate her divorce from Fuckwad being final (woot!). I told her, after the weekend she's had with him, she'd better do some heavy petting, at the least. I like Sexy Josh-he's so nice and treats her like a queen, which she deserves. Made plans to go have lunch and yummy smoothies this afternoon.

Sean made me breakfast this morning-pancakes and sausages, with decaf coffee. Took the last Medrol prescription and my gassy-biotic, along with the prescription prenatal vitamins Nice Nursey gave me yesterday (a 2 week sample supply).

Watched some of the "Changing Rooms" marathon on BBC America. Got tired of seeing Laurence Llewellyn-Bowen flipping his long hair back, pushing up his flouncy cuffs and espousing the virtues of using "scumble glaze" (whatever the fuck that is). Laughed at the screen when the woman saw her room, started crying, and said that she hated it. Serves you right, idiot.

Went back to bed, read, then took a nap.

Woke up at 1pm-holy shit! Didn't expect that!

Called M-cancelled plans. Was too lazy to get out of bed, or my pj's.

Played on the 'puter. Tried to look up how long a 6-day blastocyst takes to implant into the uterus. Couldn't find SQUAT on the subject. Fuck.

Laid on the couch and tried to watch a movie-couldn't keep my attention on it.

Peed a million times. Marveled at the fact that my pee is now the color of a lemon (due to the prenatals, 'natch). Pushed the obsessive thought from my head that maybe, just maybe, it's a sign of pregnancy (way too early).

Convinced Sean that it would be so much better to go out for dinner tonight rather than try to cook (hibachi-yummy! But, no sushi for me-boo).

Back on the 'puter. Played "Text Twist" and called the monitor a "hairy fucking twat" every time I lost.

And, here I am.

One day down, only nine or so more to go until beta day (I'm gonna try to make the beta earlier).

And, yes-I still hate waiting.

1 comment:

Shelli said...

I LOVE Changing Rooms! GO BBC!

LOTS of peeing IS SO a sign! :)

Crossing everyting dear - and still waiting for the update about what happened at Oliver the other day that you didnt' write about yet.....

Also, We'll get Sean up to the apt in August to do some measuring, k? And if you want, you can come, too,a nd we can go play while he measures! :)