2WW

Ok> so what seems millenia later, I am again on the ubiquitous '2 week wait'. It's obscene. I am a reasonably intelligent woman. I am lefter than left. I am obsessed with charting and temperatures and CM indications.
I am overwhelmed by the lingo of the baby-needing online community.
' I am 4 days past OD and have done numerous OPK. Hunny and I BD'd on the...4th...the ...5th and the ..6th.Am waiting for AF but am sure my OPK is pos?'
What the? what's the 'CD' and what's with all the blinky lights?
Am starting to think that only very very crazy women have babies.
This is all very confusing. And here I thought having sex was the thing..generally, for baby-making. Oh no. There is a whole new language.
'My Doc tested my HcG levels yesterday'....my luteal phase is longer'..,'I'm down to 1oo HcG, =can I still get pregnant?'...I don't know. I have a womb and I don't know. They test levels? Who? Not my GP. I get a wink and a handshake. Grumble. t's all too difficult. I haven't the intellgience to decipher the acronyms nor behave like a doctor. I am a music teacher.
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A sobering thought

Like everyone else in this country, I am shocked and distressed by the fires and the sheer enormity of the havoc they have wreaked.

Having been through the fires in the Blue Mountains many times, it has, of course, set me to thinking about what I would do if some evil maniac decided to start flaming up the mountains.

I do not own this house, so it's loss would be awful, but ultimately someone else's problem. However, like many broke young couples, we do not have contents insurance,-I would need to save stuff.

Things I would save for absolute certain

(1) My husband

(2) My cat

(3) My photo albums and CD's with photos (these are in a metal filing box near the door now)

Things I would wish to save but probably couldn't

My piano, my sheet music, my books, my large and comfy bed, my garden, my various artworks from over the years, my marriage certificate (actually, I should put that in the box), the Acting Factory sets in my shed, my blankets that grandma crocheted, Brett's guitars.

What's amazing is how little I have that I really care about. Stuff is just stuff. My greatest wish right now is that the insurance companies that these people have been paying for a gazillion years behave like actual human beings and pay out..lots and soon.