Posted by mama playground | Posted in Uncategorized | Posted on 01-01-2011
Nothing to make two weeks go by slower than the sight of a broken condom. Every gas bubble that moves in my stomach, every wave of dizziness when I stand up, every slightly irregular churn of my stomach and I am immediately overcome with a sense of foreboding. This is not happening to me. In my gut I know that it will all be okay. I also know enough to know that I am within days of ovulating. My husband’s sperm are ninjas. No, no, this is not happening.
The condom only looked suspiciously empty afterwards, but not completely broken. My ovulation prediction kits have been negative. It does not make sense for us in our lives right now, so God would not do this. Right? Oh to go back in time.
I googled “broken condom” and feel much better now. Well, sort of. For one thing 90% of the time I read a yahoo forum answer about an even remotely scientific concept I end up feeling depressed that the world has so much ignorance being passed around. I feel like America is getting more stupid by the day. But then I feel smarter in comparison and it lessens the depression. http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20071222135613AAnhLaX
yikes