Greg and I started trying to have a baby this August. Well, we stopped using contraceptives in August. An entire world of acronyms and shit about "dust" has been downloaded into my vocabulary. Greg was sweet and purchased the book What to Expect When You're Trying. It was very nice and I did read the entire book, although Greg loves to remind me of the details I can't remember. Damn his ability to retrieve such trivial facts. Is there a future on Jeopardy! perhaps?
At any rate, I'm really tired of the stress and worry of, "are we pregnant?" and it's only the third month of trying. I'm even more tired of the new term for the anxiety of trying to get PG ("pregnant" that's a duh one). Cheesy ass "baby dust." What bored, lame, naive chick thought of that one? The real feather-in-the-cap of the entire experience is my sudden irregularity when it's been clock work since age 11. I'm blaming that on the stress of TTC ("trying to conceive" for those outside of the baby dust crap acronyms).
Now that you all know of my regularity and age of menstruation onset, I'm done sharing. TTC is a PIMA ("pain in my ass" I just made that one up).