Everyone is pregnant.
EVERYONE IS PREGNANT.
I feel like my entire blogroll is pregnant with Baby Deux (or 3) and everytime I open up a blog post about the SURPRISE (yes, all surprises I SWEAR) pregnancies I want to throw up a little bit.
The LOGICAL part of my brain is perfectly comfortable with the fact that I am not currently pregnant. Baby Jett would just barely be over 2 if we were to get pregnant right this second, so a few months from now is TOTALLY COOL and actually ideal.
But the INFERTILE part of my brain is freaking the fuck out.
Dear Period, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? Yes, it was great that you stayed away for so long, but COME ON! Time to grace me with your presence again!!!
I feel like I'm 13 again and all my friends have their periods and I haven't had mine yet.
Not cool body, NOT COOL.
Every time I choke down a glass of herbs or swallow another Vitex pill resentment wells up inside of me.
Why do I have to do all of this shit to ovulate? Not even to get pregnant, just to OVULATE?!
I'm beyond frustrated with my body.
And then in other completely neurotic news, just the thought of a newborn makes me want to cry. Not a good cry, the lock myself in my bathroom kind of cry. WHY DO I WANT TO DO THAT ALL OVER AGAIN??? That whole newborn phase was HORRIBLE!
Baby Jett is awesome now, he SLEEPS and he EATS and he ENTERTAINS HIMSELF. Why would I disturb the awesomeness???
Hard to understand how biology has such power over us. But it does...it so does.