It looks like I'm returning to some semblance of regularity, moonwise. Since my first moon after Blue was born, intervals went like this: 54 days, 39 days, 38 days.
Why did I not follow my instinct and bring my Diva cup? I looked at it, I contemplated throwing it in my luggage... I did not throw it in my luggage. When will I learn to listen to my inner voice?
Oh well. At least I can start thinking about getting pregnant again. Someday. I was feeling a bit urgent about that, but after realizing that I'm almost past the cutoff point for our favorite gender selection technology, I'm in less of a hurry. I'm enjoying Blue SO much on his own. And I don't have enough money in the bank yet. I want to be able to stay at home with the next baby like I did with Blue. Of course, I won't have Marie to help me this time, which is very sad. She was a big part of my dream the night before last, but as soon as I woke up I couldn't remember what we'd done together, only that she was there for a long time.
Ramble ramble ramble.
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