Mr. Naughtypants is in T.R.O.U.B.L.E.

Somehow, I don't know HOW- he reduced my blog to the size of a newspaper column. I can't read it, it's so tiny. Does it show up normal for people reading it? IDK.


The 2WW is going fine. I am too tired from the progesterone to care much about anything. Which as far as I'm concerned is a plus. Also, I don't really think it worked. It would be too early to know, clearly. I think if I ovulated Thursday into Friday then it would not even implant until tomorrow.

Mister has been very sweet and has taken very good care of me. I think he was very impressed/freaked out by Mighty Progesterone when he saw how tired it really makes me. I don't even remember him coming to bed last night. I could have had a troop of dancing clowns jumping around in the bedroom for all I would have noticed.

I am still feeling off my game. I really need to do some laundry and dishes today. Thank God we are having pizza for dinner.

Mister and I are going to talk about our July budget tonight. It's not gonna be pretty. We have decided for sure to take next month off so we won't have debt from this months medical bills hanging over us. We could have put it on our credit cards, but we don't believe in using them anymore. So we are sticking to our guns. We are gonna hack emergency fund, and then carve the rest of it from July's entertainment budget.

So July will be like this
chirp chirp
cricket cricket
EFF IT HARRY POTTER IN IMAX
back to crickets
And then instead of having fun in August like we planned, we are going to have to re-build our emergency fund. But we are committed to a debt free life. Being infertile and being debt free is FUCKIN PAINFUL. We canceled our vacation plans. Stupid grown-up financial responsibility.