Crushing

This morning, dressed in my favorite new skirt, feeling pretty good about my weight loss, makeup applied, glasses cleaned, feeling kind of sassy. Until I dropped the Kraken off at preschool, that is.....

SG - (while collecting my goodbye hug and kiss) Have a good day, sweetheart, I love you.
Kr - I love you too.
Carrie (name changed to protect the little twerp) - Kraken, is that your grandma?

Ulp.

Saturday Morning

57 degrees. A bite to the air when I take a breath, instead of the sensation that wet cotton has just been forced into my mouth and throat. The sudden explosion of fall-blooming flowers around my yard. The promise of impending Fall, with the smell of burning leaves, the sound of the high school band practicing in the evenings, and the wildfire colors in the trees on my street. My favorite time of year.

If only it lasted more than a week.

While I was out....

The GrandGorgon (aka Nanny) is here at the moment, so the Minotaur and I got to have an actual date tonight. You know, the kind where you have dinner, and there are pauses in the conversation. And then afterwards you watch a movie where there are no talking maps, mermaids, or glass slippers. We went to see Burn After Reading, which I recommend highly for general hilarity, finely structured storylines, and some pretty impressive acting. All in all a lovely evening.

And on our return, the Nanny informed me that while she was using the bathroom, the Kraken said "Hey, Nanny, can you turn around so I can see your butt?"

WTF???

Thin pink line

Just one. Followed by the proof, within hours of peeing on said stick. A 25 day cycle - shortest I've ever had. So, either I have two LH surges in a month, since I did get a positive LH test this month, or an 8 day luteal phase. Both would be odd, but I've given up expecting any of it to make sense.

The good news? Red wine in my hand. If I ain't pregnant, I'm having a damn drink, thank you very much.