*Or for the men with burning curiosity about such things. And are you sure that's curiosity burning? Does it only happen when you pee? (That should run off the menfolk, girls.)
So you know the phrase, "Careful what you wish for--you just might get it"? I've been wishing for a visit from my monthly friend. In fact, I have been on hormones to encourage the monthly friend in order that I may go take a really fun dye test next week. This will go some distance in determining my fertility and whether it's time to hit the fertility drugs or not.
And now it has happened: riding the cotton pony, surfing the crimson tide. And I'm feeling so dragged out. And crabby. And fragile. I've been excited all day about the potential house deal. The next step is taking my dad to see it. Dad is a retired real estate developer and his opinion is gold, if not platinum. He's coming up from Boise tomorrow afternoon to take a tour of the property with us. And just talking to him makes me feel like it's not going to work and that I should just lay down on the floor and have myself a good cry.
I know it's the hormones. I know it's also the stress of home-buying coming back around. Make no bones about it: buying a home could very well be the most stressful thing you ever do in your whole life. It was way worse than planning and participating in our wedding. Who're the fools thinking of getting into the whole mortgage, title company, closing day crap? Yeah, that'd be us.
The good news is that Matt is baking brownies right now and a solid dose of chocolate, butter and sugar should put everything aright again.