Anyone out there?

Nah, I didn't think so.

So.

Well.

Hmm.

What the hell is there to write?

I can't think of a damn thing. My current cycle is SO fuggered up. I really should go see a doctor about this one. But you know? I sleep in the day. Why does the world revolve around all those fortunate people who get to sleep at night? It's SO not fair.

30 days and no end in sight. I wish you could see all 32 cycles in my FF charts. You would see and know that NONE of my cycles have EVER been this long. I did have that wonky spotting a few weeks ago and then what I thought might be menstrual cramps on the 21st. But now? Nothing. No spot, no cramps, nothing. Not even pain. I have nothing, nothing, nothing, if I don't have pain. Headaches all the time, constipated, sore boobs, major acne breakout, but nothing else.

I'm more than a little frustrated.

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I went to my daughter's first fast-pitch softball game tonight. About 20 minutes into the game, it started raining. No lightening, but it was steady raining. They kept right on playing. After I was good and wet, I decided to get in the car and drive it up next to the field and watch from the car. RIGHT after I parked, this girl from the other team popped up a fly ball and I watched it fall from at least 50 feet in the air right onto the hood of my NEW XTERRA. I have only paid one payment on that bitch. Now it has a dent in it. *CRY* WAIL* My husband, who was coaching, began yelling from the dugout, AT ME, "GET THAT CAR OUT OF THERE. MOVE IT." I'm all like, the damage is done, buddy. You think another fucking ball is gonna hit the same spot? But, I moved it. And sat out in the rain for the rest of the game. Now my hair is this weird CURLY mess (curly?? yes.) cuz I had to go straight to work after the game and couldn't fix it. *WAH*

Good things?

My SIL went to the doctor last week. She kept saying that she had to be at least 2-3 months along, because her periods were "messed up" and she had been sick and tired for that long. She was all excited because she thought the being sick and tired part was almost over, because she was so far along, ya know.
Well, I got a good evil chuckle when she called to tell me she was only 6 weeks and 2 days along. Serves that bitch right.

Oh my god, what if she finds my blog?

This past week, my Skyebaby had kittens. See?

It is pretty damn exciting, until you find out that maybe your cat wasn't meant to be a mother. She spends very little time with them. Anyone who is an irresponsible cat owner (meaning, they haven't spayed, yet) knows that cats normally spend all freaking day with their new li'l ones. Also, they don't kill them, usually. My stupid cat has to be watched because she SITS ON THEM. She crawls into the pet taxi and just plops her ass right down on top of them. I'm a little disconcerted. This is her first litter and all, but, really. When I realized she was giving birth, BEHIND MY COUCH, she had 3 already, and the fourth was, um, hanging out. One of them was laying there, and it was already dead. Sad, yes, but I wasn't really attached yet, so- I'm ok with that.

Then, the next day, I was just looking into the carrier where they all were lying, and I counted two babies. Where was the third? Oh, look, there it is, UNDER HER ASS. Not breathing or moving. Dead.

Now I have to constantly watch her as she goes into the carrier and pull the babies out from under her when she sits on them, which happens, like, all the time. Dude.

(Siamese cat babes are all white when they are born. Know why? Because they are warm from being inside. After they're born, the cold areas (face, ears, tail) turn a brownish color. Interesting, huh?)


Well, some other interesting things are going on.

(Squeamish? Avert your eyes. Otherwise, don't say I didn't warn ya. )

I've been having this odor. Of the vaginal kind.

I assume it's some sort of infection, but I've also been having this weird spotting, which has NEVER EVER happened.

Since my GYN moved out of town, I have no GYN. There is not another GYN in this town at the moment. (small towns sometimes suck.)
I'm going to have to go to my regular doctor for a pap and stuff, and my relationship with her is new! and fresh! and I'm not sure if I want her poking around in my nethers when we hardly know each other. Maybe if I just changed my attitude I'd realize that this just could be the bonding experience we need, you know?

Fan-fucking-tastic news:
I have this breathtakingly beautiful baby neice whom I ADORE and LOVE. She turned one year old just a few days ago. She has an equally beautiful sister, who will be 4 on Saturday. Their daddy-o, my brother, just called me last night to tell me that his wife, she who used to be my favoritest person, ever, but isn't now because she made some comments to other family members about me being CRAZY and OVERBOARD about trying to get pregnant after the miscarriage(s), (where were we? Oh, yeah... my brother called, his wife...) is pregnant again.
(Must be nice.) Oh, yeah, and she's all drama queen and upset about it because, OH MY GOD, HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?

Grrrrrr.