I have found my sister’s perfect job.  She and Pete need to apply for the Amazing Race. Seriously.

First, they would rock at TAR.  They have the appropriate Chiron titles ("Kate, 26 Pete, 29: Adventure Guides, Dating") and they have the right look. Ever seen a homely adventure guide? No. You haven’t.

They would kick ass on the challenges.  They KNOW how to use ascenders, rappel, dive, drive stick (heh), drive heavy equipment, drive Snowcats, etc.  They are physically fit, can run, and climb and swim and all of that.  Pete is an eater, and likes meat and spicy food, and Kate likes fish, so there would be no double-vegetarian penalty.  Plus, Kate is a flake, and Pete calls her on it, and it would make GREAT TV.  Finally, who else has a schedule that would let you take a month or more off to run around the world?

I even called her and said "HEY! You need to apply." I think I might make her.

Behind the cut, Babyish update, with the short version being "Day 42, nothing doing."

So, yes, Day 42, nothing doing.  I woke up this morning feeling crampy and it hurt to pee, not in a stinging way, but in a crampy my bladder HURTS kind of way. Not sure how to describe it better than that.  If I had woken up yesterday feeling like this, I would have probably called my doctor, but now its the LONG weekend, and I don’t think it’s ER worthy.

But, yeah. Day 42.  I spoke to the school nurse, who used to work in an OB/GYN practice, what I should do (she knows we’re TTC because of all the things that come through an elementary school that could be harmful to fetuses) and she recommended waiting a week or so, that during the holidays a lot of people end up with longer periods due to stress. Makes sense, so I’m going to wait just a bit longer.  Haven’t retested, but I’m pretty sure at this point that I had an evap line, and that I’m not pregnant, just menstrually fucked up. Yay.