1)  I realize that all the people I am so frustrated with (esp. ILs) may very well be looking at me and seething at what I have: a degree, a house, a husband, a professional career. 

2)  I do not react this way with other babies. Most of me wishes I could come clean on what it is I want so badly, but I know that it would just mean more. . . .interference in the process.

3)  I realize that I probably have more in common with these people than I allow myself to know. However, at this time, I am pretty much seeing everything there in a Pregnant/Not Pregnant filter.  If I was pregnant, it would give me something to talk about, at least, since it is a favorite hobby of my ILs.

4)  The GNC conversation was very unsettling, and to go straight from that encounter to the House O’ Fertile Folk only exacerbated the angst I was already feeling.

5) Also, found out that two more of Dave’s coworkers are up the spout.  One is (of COURSE) a young (unmarried) PA and the other is a young, married couple that is actually from my hometown.  So I heard about them from both my mom and Dave.

6) As I related the story and angst I’m feeling to Amy on the telephone, CSI came on featuring an empty crib and kidnapped baby plot. MMmm.. More baby.

7)  The Angie in the previous entry is not to be confused with the Angie I work with. Two tooootlalllly different Angies.

8)  Amy and I tried to laugh off the stress I’m feeling, looking to the end of the week and saying maybe this whole day is a moot point and I’m pregnant RIGHT NOW. Hah.

9) Just before I hung up with her, my Amazon shipping confirmation came through on my gmail.

10)  In a fit of positive energy, I ordered one book on grandparenting, and two on pregnancy. You know, just in case I find out before we go to the mountain for dinner, I can give my parents a Holiday Surprise. Heh. Seriously, I’m going fucking nuts.