Oh, it’s that time of the month again. No, not THAT time, the new ‘that time,’ one week post-ovulation, when I begin compounding my lists of signs, and analyzing them. 

Physiological Signs:

My boobs are hot for the past two days. Weird hot.  And my nipples are spending a lot more of their time at attention, when that usually doesn’t happen unless I’m cold or mid-coitus.

I forgot to eat today. That’s pretty fucking weird, because I love to eat.  But no, I had a peanut butter sandwich at around 10, and at 8:15 I was on the way to Target and realized I hadn’t eaten anything else when I smelled Chinese.   I went to the Chinese place and thought about getting takeout, but decided I didn’t really want it.

Cramping.  I’m just noticing some odd crampiness just above the treeline, and that’s weird. Hmm.

Non-Physiological Signs:

I’ve been nesting.  The sewing room is done, and I’ve spent the last two days actually sewing.  I have curtains made and hung in all three windoes of the living room, and both windows of the sewing room.  I also hauled out some silk I bought a long time ago, and have been freeforming it and machine piecing a quilt like thing. Probably it will end up a awall hanging, but sewing away and singing along to the Indigo Girls has been very satisfying the last two days.  "The Power of Two," in particular, makes me teary.

The local college radio station, three times now, has had Live’s "Lightning Crashes" playing when I get in the car.  This is weird because it’s college radio and they usually play new stuff, and if they do old stuff, it’s usually Jane’s Addiction or some such band, not a Top 40 one.

The dream last Sunday, of the sucking in of a new soul.

And the dream of CTG, wherein I was 13 months pregnant, which would be weird, because it would be 13 months since our first serious talk of TTC, when Dave and I decided to split the difference of me wanting to start right away and him wanting to wait a year.

And also, rumors on the internet have Muse dreaming of me too. What’s that about?

That I forgot three  five things on this list and have had to edit it twice  three times so far.

I’ve decided to leave my job. And I made the nursery a sewing room.  Murphy is digging through the statutes as you read this, right?

Either way, I bought a 3 pack of HPTs at Target tonight.  I remember looking for deals on cigarettes, back when I smoked. There were lots of them, "Buy 2, get 1 free!" or "Buy 3, get 2 free!"  When smokes got super expensive, brand preference went out the window, and I bought what I could afford, and what I could afford was what was on sale.  We smokers swapped sale alerts, especially if Camel Lights were available in a multi-pack somewhere.  Now my quest for the multipack is for HPTs, not cigarettes.  I will try to hold out on testing until Wednesday. Until then, I’m the girl in the Subaru grabbing her tits at stoplights.