Tuesday, August 05, 2008

Seventeen Months was a Good Run

It is now a certainty that I am not growing a human, contrary to the nausea that still plagues me most of the time.

I can now quit telling the doctor, "June...2006."

And I can now blame hormones for my bad attitude, whether or not that is true.

But seventeen months (or better, 25) was a pretty good run, don't you agree?

We should all be so lucky.

2 comments:

Imperfect Mom said...

Be careful what you wish for. After my last "break" of about that long, I then had one EVERY DAY for the next nine months.

Nurse Boy said...

Welcome to the "real" world where our husbands hide from us once a month.

And so do our children.

Come to think of it, it's not so bad.

Mrs. Nurse Boy