My period went AWOL this month and I wasn't pregnant, not even a  little bit, despite throwing obscenities at 3 snowy white tests. I was  absolutely convinced the day before my period was due that I was  pregnant, because I had 
symptoms.  You know just how deeply  disappointing that was don't you? But I wasn't. I'm not. I know I said I  might keep a pregnancy a secret but a non-pregnancy? Ha, pregnancy  shmegnancy, you get all of 
those miserable details. Aren't you lucky.
My  boobs were really really sore for about 3 weeks. Fibrocystic breasts  anyone? Aargh don't touch! What fun. I've ordered a sports bra to keep them in order.
Can  I confess something? I have a book of baby names next to the bed,  hidden under a notebook and a silversmithing reference manual and  sometimes I look at it when I go to bed if I go before Ray. It's not  even a good baby naming book but I read a few pages, wonder why anyone  would be called Adolph these days and choose a couple of names, even  though I already have names picked out. Then I put it away. In that day  or so when I was convinced I was pregnant I read it 
just a bit more intensely.
Then I tested. And tested again the next day, and again three days after that. Snowy f@cking white.
My  period arrived after 5 days of tearful, "this is the end, menopause is  here" type misery and poor Ray couldn't quite get why I was just as  miserable at getting my period as at not getting it.
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Then  there was the very terribly anxious build up to Rays colonoscopy, or pooposcopy, or  bumoscopy or otherendoscopy. His misery while taking laxatives and his awful fear  before and during the test. Frightened is hardly a fitting word. What if  it's bowel cancer? What we lose each other? 
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Like many of you, I'm still reeling from the loss of 
Wiseguy's so-long-waited-for Lola.  She's been a great support to many here and this was supposed to be the beginning of the elusive happy-ever-after that we all long for. I  wish so much that it wasn't true. She has such a long sad road ahead of her  and if you haven't already, please pop by and help hold her up.
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There weren't five good things last week and I'm going to have to try hard to find five good things tomorrow.
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Sigh.
Today is Little Poppet's due date. 
