Farewell, vacation-induced typepad silence! I have moblogging!

(Okay, I crushed my finger between a boat and a dock on Monday, so typor may be plentiful as I cannot use my right middle finger. Deal.)

Now I can post via Gmail, without having to go through the whole spiel of clearing cookies on my parents’ computer. YEY.

So, I could have emailed the post that said “Hey, I’m out. Maybe I’ll be pregnant NEXT month.” with relative ease. Hee. The biggest disappointment is that I won’t have a magical April Vacation centered due date, which means I will have to work AFTER April vacation, regardless. That sucks. The good news is that my cycle was shorter and more normal than last month’s, which makes me happy. My Fertility Plan for this month is to be distracted by school, heh, and try OPK’s. You know how I LOVE to pee on sticks.

Speaking of school, I spent some time going through my new supplies, and I put together my new wheeled whiteboard easel. I pulled out my new Expo markers and made a fake spelling list: “Welcome to School! Shit Fuck Lesbian (No Z!)*” and spun it around to show my co-teacher. We laughed, and I erased it, but there was a ghost-image of the words. Not in color, but in sheen/contrast from it being the first use of the whiteboard. Hah. Figures. I ended up scribbling over the whole thing and cleaning it with spray stuff, and i think the problem is solved.

Now I’m waiting for my sister and her fabulous boyfriend (He is SUCH a better guy than her double ex-fiance twice removed) to return from rafting, for Dave to get home from work, and for time to just stop and school to never start. But, it will. At this point, it’s like a bandaid — just START, get me through those first three days, then we have Labor Day weekend, then get me to Columbus Day, then Thanksgiving, then Christmas, and somewhere in there, let me get knocked up. (Oh, other pro for delayed conception: cheap holiday gifts! Merry Christmas. we’re pregnant (and so couldn’t afford to buy you useless crap this year, so there.)

My stupid finger hurts. Sigh.

* “Lesbian,” or “lezz” is the insult of choice among the girls in the class, and it’s ALWAYS with a Z which drives me nuts. The use of the slur drives me nuts, too, but that damn Z pisses me off.