Symptoms

I am fully aware that I am thinking ahead and most likely exaggerating how I'm feeling.  The fact that GPOM and I spent a good chunk of the weekend debating middle names for a potential daughter in no way influences my feelings.

Never going to name her Hurricane, GPOM.  Never.  It's dumb and I don't like it.  I get ten months of no fun = I get total veto power.

To-wit (see how I went all contract there?):
1. My lower belly feels swollen.
2. All I want to do is hold it softly because it feels warmer and because I feel like protecting it.
3. We had pizza last night and it made me nauseous. (I ate pizza every night for about six months and never felt badly. Now, two slices of Papa Johns and I had to put the whole pizza away. Thank goodness GPOM ate the leftovers out of my sight.)
4. I'm craving light, healthy things like salads.
5. I really, really want this to be true.
6. We've been trying for a while and according to an episode of Rachel Zoe I watched last week, it takes between twelve and twenty-four months for a woman my age to get pregnant. I stopped taking birth control over a year ago.

So when again, when I start my cycle again, you'll understand when I feel a bit sad and wonder why I can't join the ranks of the sleep-deprived strangely proud women.