Twelve, or O.

It would be very poetic if this morning's IUI was The One. Today is the anniversary of the Stoat and my first date.

Also our first kiss.

That kiss changed my life. If February 7th holds any magic, it's in the way this date resonates with the way my world can change at a moment's notice. I'm hoping all has gone well internally and there's the beginnings of a big change heading for my uterine lining right now.

I'm trying very hard not to get too excited about this very well set up cycle, but it's tough.

1 comments:

meggo February 7, 2010 at 7:19 PM  

Beautiful-- I, as well, hope this is the one for you. Feb. 7 will only be all the more important!

BTW, I nominated you for an award. Come and get it :D

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The Stoatette, wife of the man known only as The Foxy Stoat, has embarked upon a strange journey during which she has to conquer her fears of pain, loss, heartbreak, and needles.