Weekend (ok, nearly weekend)

It's the weekend, it's the weekend, yeah!!!!!!!!!!

Ok, it's 3pm on a Thursday afternoon, but my students have left, and I only do four days a week, so for me, it's the weekend.

What a week. The computers have been down, the cramps have been horrid and to top it off, I think it's going to rain tomorrow and I have a weeks worth of washing to do at home. So that's my rant.

Catch up with ya'll next week.

What a day

Ok, today has got to be the worst day ever - for a least the last month anyway. Did the preg test, turned out negative. Found a new way to make AF (aunt flow) arrive - take a pregnancy test that will be negative - AF is definatly on her way. Man - whoever thought up the aunt prefix to that should seriously reconsider. My opinion of an aunt was someone indulgent. This is anything but. Cramps, sore @@, moodiness and don't forget the tendancy of some to burst into tears at the worst moment. Oh, that would be me.

Had a meltdown in the staffroom at morning tea - got told i looked upset about something. No, I'm fine - said I the salwart warrior. Yeah right. Tui ad. Felt the onslaught of tears and got out of there as quick as possible, running across the road to a friends place and bawling for twenty minutes straight on her shoulder. Hm, good thing I wasn't meant to be teaching next period.

But, all clouds are meant to have a silver lining, and my meltdown meant that I missed the earthquake scenario drill in the first aid course that I've been doing over the last two days. Pity they didn't teach us how to deal with emotional women. I could have used that one, or my DH could have at least. I feel sorry for him, he was getting so excited about the possibility of a baby. I wonder how the guys cope sometimes. I can get away with a crying meltdown, he doesn't really do that.

Another silver lining - I can make sushi for dinner. I can continue to buy lunches for the next wee while. Ok, I've run out of silver lining and am just making myself annoyed now.

Anyways, all good things must end, like this day - and I'm off to go and do some scrapbooking and make sure the fire is going in the lounge. Tonight is bubble bath, TV and pure indulgence.

Can you read this ...

Ok, the computer is doing mental things. I can't read blog in entirety on one page. Go figure. I need to work on my ITC skills.

Big fat negatives

I hate pregnacy tests. Whoever invented them is crazy. Peeing into a cup or on the stick. Totally mental. And then even if you are like over the days of when your period is meant to arrive, you could have ovulated late, so really, you're not over when your period should be.

Anyway, as you might have figured. I'm not pregnant. Or at least not according to little singular blue line on a stick.

DH - as i was leaving for work, early, after a very silent morning 'Did you do that test?'. Yeah. Duh - it was negative. Oh well - said he - test again next week if it still hasn't come. Lovely sensible men.

Starting Off

Tuesday Oct 3rd

I must be the most frustrating person in the world to live with at times. For example, there is the monthly PMS cycle. I know that I turn into the green eyed monster from who knows where at least two days out of thirty two. That and in those two days I will feast on anything that contains more than 74.4% per 100g sugar (statistics from the Allens marshmallow packet). This month is was them, 100s and 1000s biscuits – the mini ones of course, chocolate wheatens and funnily enough oranges and toast with blackcurrant jam. Anyone looking at that list would assume I’m pregnant. But I’m not. That would explain the very grumpy green eyed monster.

Three cycles of trying now, since the miscarriage – and I guess I thought that it would just happen quickly. DH thinks it’s because I’m thinking about it too much. Maybe he’s right. But seriously – my best MSN buddie got pregnant last month, first cycle off the pill – one of my students mother just announce she’s 3 months pregnant and that was a total accident – they have 6 kids already. And here I am, wanting something that I can’t have or make happens. I guess that’s why I’ve decided to start this novel/blog. I’ve always wanted to sit down and write that novel, so now is as good as any time I guess. I’ll try and keep it emotionally stable – but no promises. And after reading a novel about a person who wrote a blog and used actual names – I’m going to try and keep this as name free as possible. Actually I’ll just have to give everyone pseudo names, or something along those lines.

So, let me introduce you to the most important person in my life. DH – Dear Husband. Younger than me – something he likes to remind me of at funny moments, he comes from Holland, although he’d never call himself a dutchie. No, he prefers a Aussie ethnicity.

Thursday 5^th October

Hm, I’m sitting on the couch, my laptop atop my DH’s legs. He is lying on the couch on his stomach while watching TV. I’m kinda watching, but thought that I’d catch up on the writing.

Some proud announcement: DH got us some meat for the freezer, sorry for all those who don’t like hunting – but I’m so proud of him!! He got two deer, one for us and one for friends of ours. We dropped it off at the butchers today, and in a week we’ll get steak, spareribs, mince and some neck chops!! I’m so excited. I love having fresh meat in the freezer. We killed a couple of year old lambs the other week, so we’ve also got roast lamb legs, chops, and shanks. I’m not a huge meat eater, but I have to admit, that fresh meat, which I know hasn’t been pumped full of hormones and has been killed as humanely as possible, is just the best.

Monday October 9th

Ok, the school day is over, I've managed to create a blog account - copy all the stuff from word and still no period - so off to the pharmacy for a test!! Check in with you all tomorrow.