I’m now 100 percent convinced I’m NOT pregnant. No reason, just general end of 2WW paranoia bullshit. Anyway.

Last night was a fierce thunderstorm, so intense it shook our house and we unplugged electronics and lay in the guest room watching the lightning. So of course, last night was also the first time I ever forgot to roll up my car window before going to bed. Groan.  And, or at least? I have leather seats.  DOn’t know if that helps or hurts things.

Amy was concerned about my pool entry, in a "Why the hell are you torturing yourself that way?" kind of way, so I wanted to clarify. yes, the pool fucks with me a little bit.  But, if I didn’t go, then the miscarriage has won. Also, I LIKE peoplewatching down there, and reading a book in the sunshine, and the pool is refreshing on hot, muggy days.  The tan lines on my feet are testament to my plan to not waste away life inside all summer, and walking to the pool and spending a few hours there is part of that.

On the other hand, City Forest is a hopeful place for me.  I didn’t have that in my pregnancy plans, so it isn’t tainted. But I do have it in my parenthood plans, and I LIKE going in there and thinking about strollers and nature hikes and bike trailers and such.  I added going there 3x a week to my plans, and I’m going to go after I finish this entry.  Just walking in for the boardwalk is about 2 miles round trip, so it’s good exercise, too, but it’s NICE to be in the forest and imagining bringing my baby there next summer.  So, if nothing happens this year, next summer City Forest will earn the distinction of City Owned Mindfuck Locale.

In other news, my furniture is in!  My furniture guy called this morning, and it will be delivered on Monday. Woohooo! I’ll have pictures for y’all then.  I can’t WAIT. Yay!