Oh I feel like being naughty and not doing what the doctor suggested. I want to try to get pregnant this month and I'm fighting myself not to, not to count the days, not to pee on just one ovulation stick just to see if... ah, it probably wouldn't happen anyway.
Whether it's because I really think my infection has finally finally gone, or maybe because my period hasn't been sent from hell this month lightening my mood (hooray for raspberry leaf tea. Maybe) or because I just so don't want to work in that place any more and the sooner I'm pregnant the sooner I can leave... I don't know.
But I'm so ready.
Must. Restrain. Myself. Dangerous. Wait.
Don't worry I won't, we won't. Ray won't let me. I won't let me.
But I wanna I wanna I wanna!
Today I'm banging my head against the wall (an internal wall so as not to disturb the neighbours).