Horoscopes. I read my horoscope obsessively now. I’ve always read it now and again, but now I read it in a different way. I try to read “into it”. I read it and compare it to the day of my cycle to determine if this one will be a good one or a bad one. Its almost if one day I expect it to say:
"You will have 3 great follicles on your right ovary and 1 on the left. You will not surge early this time nor will you, for god sakes, have to trigger on Friday evening leaving you with the Saturday and Monday IUI option that you know in your heart of hearts will be poorly timed. Things are looking up for you dear Capricorn, finally!"
Sick. Sick. Sick. I know. And disturbingly enough, I’m also having a love hate relationship with an online magic 8 ball that keeps giving me all the wrong (wrong?) answers like these:
Will I get pregnant this month? “My reply is HELL NO”
Will I get pregnant this year? “Don’t count on it”
Will I ever have a healthy baby? “Better not to tell you now lest ye go screaming from the room looking for a rope to hang thyself with”
And to that I say: ENOUGH ALREADY!!!
Nothing wrong with a little 8 ball love... ;-)
Posted by: Milenka | Wednesday, March 17, 2004 at 01:56 AM
You're right about that Milenka. unfortunately, with my last 2 and 1/2 cancelled cycles, that's the ONLY ballin' i've been doing! Except for the old fashioned "bawling" I've been doing. isn't the english language great? sounds like the same word. TOTALLY different meanings.
Posted by: Jalaine | Wednesday, March 17, 2004 at 10:33 PM