It's almost July 2008.
That's fucking crazy to me.
Like Jordan's tattoo.
Like everyone else getting pregnant around me.
Like all the babies and baby bumps enveloping me.

Life is fucking crazy sometimes.
Like going to visit a retirement community with my aging father.
That's not supposed to happen now.
Not until I have kids.
I'm supposed to take care of him.
In my house.
With my kids.
But there's no house.
There's no kids.
No room.
It's not going to happen.
So off we go to the retirement community and hope that he's a good fit.
Hope he likes it.
I hate seeing him miserable.
But I'm only his daughter.

Work is driving me crazy.
I'm too busy.
Just for a couple months.
Then the rest of the time I'm sitting around with my thumb up my ass.
Or blogging.
How that would be nice.

I've decided to start believing, truly believing...
So which 'design' should I get to present to Stan when that BFP comes along?
Soon.
It will definitely happen soon.
I believe.
I think I might get them all.


The dancing banana one cracked my shit up the most so I think I'll give him that one plus the positive pg test when then time comes.
Soon.
Real soon.