9DP3DTThe 2WW becomes the 24hW

10:21PM
Stuffed to the hilt on Chinese Five Spice Chicken and Seafood Delight in Garlic Sauce, we waddled through the Borders in Los Gatos, trying to find last minute Mother's Day cards for our respective mothers. J was successful, but I was not. My mother only reads cheap paperback romance novels and I seriously wouldn't know which one to buy or not. None of the more interesting books on Mother-Daughter relationships would have captured her attention for more than a nanosecond. So perhaps I'll take her to lunch or dinner instead. I feel like a terrible daughter...but I think that is about all I can muster up at this late hour.

If it weren't for my horribly aching ovaries, I would have declared my attempts at not thinking about my nether regions a succcess. But I failed and so I am off to bed.

7:24PM
Bills are paid. By some strange miracle, PG&E actually owes me $125 so we didn't have a gas/electric bill this month. I'll take that as an omen of more good things to come.

Cramps actually picked up a bit ago, along with a racing heart, and just an overall feeling of weirdness and uneasiness...but in typical fashion, they're gone again.

Heading out for Chinese to distract me further.

Dr. Moustache's office emailed to verifiy that I willl have my results tomorrow. On Mother's Day of all blessed days. Some friends and family have commented on this coincidence with, "Oh, your test is on Mother's Day. You'll definitely get pregnant then!" Talk about pressure to perform.

Tomorrow will either be the first Mother's day gift I'll ever receive, or it'll be a constant reminder of my failure.

Let's hope for the former. (Knock on wood, spit, throw salt, and make signs against the evil eye).

2:26PM
We hit Whole Foods for Omegas, Ace Hardware for chain and ceiling hooks, and Trader Joe's for vegan cookies and bananas dipped in chocolate.

I would have shopped longer but mom, at 89, is a madwoman behind the wheel and I could not take a moment more of her driving. I think my life flashed before me a few times. It is, also, amazingly difficult to get in and out of a Toyota Camry when your stomach is bloated from heparin injections, and you've insisted on cramming yourself into your slim fitting jeans. I had them halfway zipped down, very tacky, but no matter, it just didn't work.

There is something to be said for the ease at which one can enter and exit from a Landrover Discovery. It's like sitting in a nice lazy boy chair. I may have to tell J that we're taking ours off of the market.

10:30AM
The 2WW has evolved into the 24hW...and the butterflies in my stomach have evolved into creatures the size of flying saucers.

Maybe I'll go and pay bills?

That's guaranteed to get my mind off of my uterus.