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A suburban girl transplanting to the big ole NY countryside. Married to my soul mate, step mom to a pre-teen boy, survivor of a miscarriage...and struggling to get pregnant again. These our my thoughts, my dreams, and my struggles, so fasten your seat belts, it's sure to be a bumpy ride.

2005-06-12
2005-06-19
2005-06-26
2005-07-03
2005-07-10
2005-07-17
2005-07-31
2005-08-07
2005-08-14
2005-08-21
2005-08-28
2005-09-04
2005-09-11
2005-09-18
2005-09-25
2005-10-02
2005-10-09
2005-10-16
2005-10-23
2005-10-30
2005-11-06
2005-11-13
2005-11-20
2005-11-27
2005-12-04
2005-12-11
2005-12-18
2005-12-25
2006-01-01
2006-01-08
2006-01-15
2006-01-22
2006-01-29
2006-02-05
2006-02-12
2006-02-19
2006-02-26
2006-03-05
2006-03-12
2006-03-19
2006-03-26
2006-04-09
2006-04-16
2006-04-23
2006-04-30
2006-05-07
2006-05-14
2006-05-28
2006-06-04
2006-06-11
2006-06-18
2006-06-25
2006-07-02
2006-07-09
2006-07-16
2006-08-06
2006-08-13
2006-08-27
2006-09-03
2006-09-10
2006-09-17
2006-09-24
2006-10-01
2006-10-08
2006-10-22
2006-10-29
2006-11-05
2006-11-26
2006-12-31
2007-03-18










My body has quite a sense of humor these days. AF was due to arrive last friday and didn't show up until today! I have never...never been late, you could set the world clock on it. Jeesh, as if I don't have enough going on she has to go and play these games with me. I knew I wasn't pregnant. I mean it was virtually impossible seeing how I only saw my husband maybe 10 times last month and everytime we were together we were either with our parents or with Scott, so baby making was pretty much out of the question.