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{January 14, 2009}   “The Infertile’s Prayer”

I’ve written some lyrics.  All together now, with feeling, to the tune of “Wouldn’t It Be Loverly.”  Y’all tell me what you think.  Feel free to make suggestions.

All I want is a pregnancy,

far away from anomaly.

One chubby cheeked baby,

Oh wouldn’t it be loverly!

Lots of breast milk for me to freeze,

Saying “Goodness Sakes!” to a baby’s sneeze.

Yes, please, yes, please, yes, please!

Oh wouldn’t it be loverly!

Ooh, Soo wonderf’lly at the kiddie park

we would play.

I would love you for all time!

That’s all that I can say!

All I want is a sweet baby,

Warm and cuddly as they can be.

I’ll take good care of thee,

Oh wouldn’t it be loverly!

{January 14, 2009}   I still can’t tell.

Idiocy abounds.  Utish idiocy.  I may have to borrow Geode’s attitude and start calling it BT.  No, maybe BT, Jr.  Yeah.  That’s it. “Ahh am so pissed off.  Screw you guys, I’m going home!”  I am so Cartman right now.  I have no patience, and I’m taking my toys and going home.

{January 14, 2009}   Tales from the…gullet?

Took my husband in for an EGD.  Basically they shot a camera down his esophagus and looked at his whole digestive tract.  They had to give him enough meds to knock a horse over.  He keeps telling me he’s fine, arguing about his ability to drive, and then asks me the same questions over again.  Bet he’ll listen to me next time and opt for general anesthesia.  Results, you ask?  He’s got GERD.  Well, bust my buttons!  Why didn’t you say so?  (Movie reference, anyone?)  We already knew that.  Oh, and the whole reason I’m blogging about this?  Remember a few posts ago when I told you I spent the whole day disparaging my husband’s gaseous eruptions from the nether regions?  Yeah.  I heard the MD and the nurses talking about the “Big Stinker” in the back.  I knew immediately.  Shall have to tell him when he regains use of his faculties.

In other news, well, there’s no news.  However, I can’t go on thinking this is just spotting if it continues.  I’ll just have to assume that my Ute is an idiot.

et cetera