This week was relatively without incident. I haven’t seen spotting in a week, though I expect it tomorrow, since Graham and I had sex today. I’ve read many places that it’s not uncommon at all to have some bleeding after sex.
We still have a week to go before the first doctor’s appointment.
Graham and I told Mama and Papa today.
I was talking to them yesterday, and I realized that I nearly slipped about half way through the conversation.
Fusilli and Celosa are asleep as I’m writing this. Graham is working. It’s raining and has been for a long time. This was surprise storm, and a welcome one. We’ve needed the rain.
I spent a good hunk of the morning working in the yard, pulling stuff out from under the palm tree and trimming vines that are creeping over the fence.
So since July, Graham and I have been trying to get pregnant.
For a few days this week, I thought I was pregnant.
After much consideration, I went off the pill after my last packet was finished.
