October 27, 1999
Odd Events
Cycle 1, Day 18, 2 DPO
Temp: 98.0
Cervical Mucus: Sticky
Cervix: Firm, closed, low
Two days past ovulation
and at least eight before I can test. Not that I'm planning to
test so early, but it's just a sign of where my mind is at that I'm
thinking about it. I won't have any symptoms for a while yet, and
the two weeks before I would normally get my period seem like eons.
I almost picked up a pregnancy test at the grocery store, but luckily
they didn't have any Confirms, which is what I wanted. I know that
if I had gotten one, I'd have tested too early and just blown the
money anyway.
Eric is still convinced that I'm pregnant, and has talked me into
a little bet. If I'm actually pregnant this cycle, he gets to buy
a new computer. I'm not sure whether he's planning on running
RedHat Linux or Solaris on this one, but he's drooling either way.
Such assurity...
I walked into work this morning and a coworker looked at me and
said, "You don't look so good. Are you pregnant?" I had no
response for that; she doesn't even know we're trying. And as
flattering as it is to be informed of one's morning-induced aesthetic
shortcomings, I couldn't even bring myself to be irritated. I just
muttered something along the lines of "Anything's possible, I guess,"
and stumbled to my desk.
So was she just being obnoxious and nosy, or is she hyper-perceptive?
Is it wishful thinking to think that the conversation may have been
some kind of sign? Somebody pinch me, please!
An odd thing happened late yesterday afternoon (after I
disassembled the evil marble thing).
A woman, dressed in work clothes, came into our office to ask the
location of the nearest dumpster. I pointed her in the right
direction, then went back to work. She later returned to ask the
location of the nearest book store. We chatted briefly (she had
just spent the day with Joe Namath, both having been trapped at an
airport), and then she asked our operating hours. After I told her,
she asked if I would be willing to help her out.
Turns out she's working for a business whose communications hub
is located in the telephone closet down the hall from us. Occasionally,
a computer needs reset or a modem needs cycled, and they needed
somebody to go down the hall and do it. I said I could do that,
and she handed me a twenty dollar bill, saying she was buying my
lunch. Then she took my card and said she'd give me a call later
and mail me the key to the closet. And she left.
Is that as bizarre as I think it is? I just sat there, holding
the cash, wondering fleetingly if I had just agreed to something
illegal. I don't even know the name of the company. I wonder
when I'll hear back from her...
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