No, not that kind.
I'm officially back in the saddle. If I fall off this horse again, I am going to be super pissed.
My levels are negative, so we are once more on the road to motherhood. Have I mentioned I'm terrified? I mean, really, let's do this thing correctly. You know what they say...the fourth time's a charm!
I'm sick of receiving coupons for formula, samples of diapers, magazines that say, "Your baby at X months," and baby lotion I can't use. This time, the fourth time, I will not be so stupid (maybe) as to sign up for everything under the sun related to babies until I am more than positive this might work. I am, however, stupid enough to save that crap in the baby's room. I'm really good at cracking the door open (because if you crack it rather than open it, the room doesn't really exist and all is well), chunking it in there, and slamming it quickly. There is a mound about 2 feet high of it, and I better get to use it soon.
I've got my game face on and my hurdle jumping shoes laced. For now, I say...Three Cheers for Number Two!