Before I get to the meat of this post, I would like to fist of all like to take care of some housekeeping issues. First off, I welcome my newest reader, Nikki S. (I have abbreviated her last name so that she will remain anonymous). Since you have tuned in, Nik, I have increased my readership 25%-- up from three to four fans!! This thing is getting huge. I honestly never expected such a wide audience, but it's just snowballed. So just bear with me as it may take a long time for me to respond to all of you.
Secondly, I would like to invite more comments. I can't help but notice that Lorries' blog is receiving more comments than mine-- on one post she actually has 11! The double digits. I can only hope to reach that level of notoriety. Anyways, some of you started out strong with your comments and now they have dwindled away. I count on these comments so that I know I have readers. This relationship is a two way street people. You can't expect me to do all the work...
Thirdly, several of you have indicated to me privately that you are also rooting for the trolley. I appreciate that you are backing me on this dicey issue. I know it represents a higher cost than the pitcher, but I do think that it will be a wise investment in the end. When you have values you just have to stand up for them sometimes, even it means a bigger monetary sacrifice.
So now, for the subect of this post. As you know, I could be pregnant right now even as I type this message. And that is what I wanted to write about. It seems that my breasts have been a little sore these last two days. Its not all the time, but sometimes they really hurt. So now I am getting my hopes up. That's what I hate about trying to get pregnant. Everything becomes a possible symptom. It's like "I went to the bathroom twice this morning- I think I must be pregnant' (Nothing to do with the fact that I drank two cups of coffee this morning and a glass of iced tea); "I fell asleep really early last night, I think I must be pregant"- (Nothing to do with being run off my feet at work for eight hours and then cooking supper, cleaning the kitchen, and struggling with Payton for an hour about bed time); "My pinkie hurts-- is that a symptom of pregnancy??" Its a little crazy, and sometimes I think maybe its all a big delusion. I have to wait until Monday before I can do a test. I hate waiting.
And speaking of waiting, just to let everyone know that I did submit that article to a few magazines. So far, I haven't heard anything back. But it will probably take a good six weeks or so, as it takes a long time for them to wade through all of the submissions they recieve. Anyways, as I far I'm concerned, no news is good news.
One last thing before I adjourn, some of you have been asking about my husband and whether or not he approves of my blog. The answer is 'frankly my darling, I don't give a damn'. I asked him to read my blog and he said that he did. I then asked him what his favorite part was and he said 'uh... all of it?" Which leads me to suspect that he didn't actually read any of it. So then, I figure, if he's not going to be reading it then I can write whatever I want to on here about him. So let that be a lesson to you: better keep reading or else you will be smeared on here like K Fed on Letterman. But in truth, I do love my husband, and feel compelled to tell you that while I might have painted him as a clumsy lover in previous posts, last night he TOTALLY redeemed himself. So on that note, I shall leave you to reflect.