October 21, 1999
My Birthday!
Happy Birthday to me,
Happy Birthday to me,
Happy Birthday, dear Carrie,
Happy Birthday to me!
You'll have to imagine the harmonies and choreography on your own.
Eric must have had food on the brain, because he bought me a box
of gourmet chocolates and a muffin cookbook. Not only that, but he
had a gourmet baker make my birthday cake! I'm not sure of what
flavor it is yet, but the icing is rich and white, and it's surrounded
by chocolate dipped strawberries. Yum!
Mom and Dad sent me a sweatshirt, appliqued with a mouse in the
pocket. Very crafty; Mom used to be a professional crafter.
Rita sent me a pair of earrings and a
copy of Sears'
The Baby Book. Think somebody's anxious for grandkids?
Speaking of which...
We may be gearing up for it this month! Last night after the
preacher left (very nice guy, by the way), we made love. I thought
Eric knew that I wasn't currently fertile, but later he commented
that he purposely didn't ask me if I was. He didn't elaborate
beyond that, but it seemed a very significant thing to say. So it
looks as if this month may be the month, as long as no cold feet
show up later!
Now, I've mentioned that I chart my fertile signs already for
contraception, and I plan to continue to chart towards the opposite
ends. My question is, how much detail should I go into here in the
journal? I mean, the terms and concepts aren't delicate; I don't
want to offend anyone, but I know that I would have been interested
in reading such details long before I started using them myself.
I don't know...is anyone currently reading this grossed out by the
word "mucus?" I can say "fluids" instead if that will help...
Trying to conceive is going to be a big part of my life soon,
and I'm thus inclined to want to write about it, but I can restrain
myself if it'll make everyone run screaming for the hills. In the
interest of finding out the current opinion, I've set up a little
poll. (Don't be afraid to click; it'll launch in a separate
window.) I'd just like to know where everybody stands. I can be as
frank and open as the next girl, but I do attempt to be tactful...
well, at times, anyway...
Oh, and in case you were curious, the sex was wonderful.
P.S. The preacher asked about children last night, and we told
we were getting ready to try. The last thing he said before walking
out the door was, "Good luck on the baby-making stuff. That's a lot
of fun!" Eric and I both turned three shades of puce.
