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I said so still on the table, right after giving birth to my son Torin. He is 7 1/2 months old now, the ol’ factory has started humming again, and I was already hopeful, but alas. Strange how getting your period can be so annoying when once or twice in my lifetime, I was begging the universe to let me get it and not be pregnant. Well, now it’s upside-down week and after doing 3 tests, stating that I don’t believe it until I see it, every time it turned out negative and the damn test window stayed bloody white instead of getting a pink stripe, I now have gotten my period and I am everything but happy about it. Especially since a lot of things about me pointed in the direction if possibility: mood swings, inexplicable sadness and teariness, etc. But not yet, not yet.
The first time, I got pregnant on our first attempt. Bull’s Eye, straight away. Now, just getting my period once when I was sure I was pregnant is like a massive slap in the face and I can only imagine what other people have to go through, month after month. It’s been only once and I hated it SO MUCH!
Better luck next month. Keep your fingers crossed, as I’ll be crossing mine for you gals out there!

So I’m a mom of a wonderful little boy. I am also 35 and in serious need of a party. There is one coming up: Halloween 2009, my man’s birthday is the 1st of November and the party we are invited to is partially his birthday party. There are two more birthday people and it’s a housewarming at the same time, plus it’s costume themed because of the date. And I know my costume so well in my head! It’s going to be so cool! But of course I can’t go shopping for the necessities unless I know Torin’s got a place to crash for that night. But who to ask? And a whole night, not just an evening! I mean, I would probably like to stay until about 2 or 3, that would be about night-bottle time for him, but to go and pick him up then would that be even more to ask for? To have somebody wait all evening and then until the wee hours of the morning to let me in in my (assumingly amazing) getup so I can pick up my little gem?
I dunno.
Thoughts?

After a holiday in France and a brief visit to Ireland, I’m back on the horse. Not that I’ve fallen off it, I’ve gotten off it, gently, just to get back on it today.
The run was fine, felt good, and though I didn’t cover much ground, I did the times and ran comfortably. I was proudly wearing my super yellow safety vest, which I had originally bought to have in the car in France (it’s the law!), but now that we are here, I might as well wear it at dusk and not get run over by a bike. Yay, me!