Yup, we had a mouse in our bbq over the weekend. It was a cute furry little mouse with 2 tiny little babies, nestled into a cozy nest right between the grill and the burner (see not everything is barren and infertile at my house, at least the rodents can reproduce!) Anyway the mom took off and left the babies, partially because I scared the Sh*t out of her by starting the bbq before I saw her. So we moved the nest to where we say the mom run. The kicker is she came back, got the babies and rebuilt the nest in the same spot, the very next day. Silly mama mouse!
So needless to say the bbq has been moved into the garage. Clark says I am a horrible, horrible person for trying to incinerate the mouse family, even if it was unintentional. And I think they did live! I shut down the bbq as soon as I saw them! I felt really bad.
Anyway I think the universe is trying to distract me. I am still trying not to obsess, about the whole Am I or Aren't thing. CD26, so the wait is almost over. And since we all know I am obsessing, I might as well indulge myself a little. It's like I am trying to convince myself that I could be pg, why do we do that? I make every symptom I think I have into something that could be pg related and the funny thing is that when I did get a bfp, I didn't even think about being pg that month. Ah, if only this were like an algebra problem that could be rationalised and solved. My face is a mess! The worst breakout I have had in months, down my neck and even a bit on my chest (I know it sounds lovely doesn't it?) I keep having these twingy cramps for the last week or so. Of course I am bit*chy, not sure if that has ever been hormone related or just who I am.
Oh well, back to real work. 3 more days or so to mull it over, before it's over!