Yes, the nasty AF witch has her sights on me again. She just chucked a gigantic house in the air, and it's scheduled to drop unceremoniously on my head sometime in the next couple of days. (Yes, I know I mucked up the metaphor. But I'm PMSing... do you really want to argue with me? Didn't think so.)
I'm glad to be seeing the end of this wacky cycle. I'm not even sure I ovulated. But I think my body at least tried to O around CD 18 or 19, which is a big improvement from my other post-partum cycles, so I'm trying to look on the bright side. (Great, now I'm going to be hearing the Monty Python crew singing "Always look on the bright side of life" for the rest of the day. Well, it's better than "Living la vida loca" or something. .... SHIT!)
Fortunately, the universe seems to be feeling bad for it's past transgressions and has planned a nice weekend for me.
On Saturday, we will be attending a potluck dinner with a some other families from the MOMS Club. It's a "mixer" where there are a few families hosting, and the attendees are all assigned one of the houses for the evening. You plan a theme, a menu, lots of fun ensues, etc etc. On a day when DH and I must have been smoking something, we volunteered to be one of the hosts. Well, we narrowly dodged that bullet because due to some last-minute declines from a couple of the families, we and the remaining family decided to disband and join other groups. So no cleaning and decorating, which is awesome because DH has been working 12-14 hour days this week, and frankly I don't think we have the time or energy to whip the house into shape by tomorrow night.
The only down side to this new plan is that the menu theme of the party we'll now be attending is "light and healthy." Which is in marked contrast to the theme I was trying to push through our original group, "heavy and fattening." Oh well. We are bringing fruit and cheese and bread, which is easy enough to get at the store, and I have ice cream in the freezer for when we get home.
On Sunday, I have plans with Jen to get some deliciously delectable cupcakes at a local coffee and cupcake joint. I can't think of any better way to drown the AF blues than with about 3000 calories of frosted goodness. (How many cupcakes will that be? I can't wait to figure it out.)
Hope your weekend is just as sweet with none of the sour.
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