Morning Train (Nine to Five)
by Sheena Easton
My baby takes the morning train/ He works from nine to five and then/ He takes another home again/ To find me waiting for him/
Second morning in a row that the song stuck in my head all day has started with the words "my baby"... I guess even my subconscious is wishing for a BFP! Which makes it all the more ironic that I have ZERO willpower and P'dOAS this morning...and got a BFN. At 8DPO, which is a surprise to no one, I'm sure. It would be nice, though, if I at least got a break from baby-fever during my non-waking hours.
The song for today is also a creative choice from my brain since I don't work this week (being a teacher has it's perks, even if paid vacation and a house in the tropics isn't one of them). Instead, LB and I made the rounds of Seattle's consignment stores, scoping out where to find cheap maternity and baby clothes when the time comes. We found a few places that met our standards (organized, inexpensive, sketch-free), and are marking them down for future reference. It was gloriously sunny today, and with all the riding in the car, I was back in laa-laa-land while LB tried to keep me awake. When we got home, I took a nap before dinner, which is very unusual for me, but I suspect the über-walk we did with Olive the pug this morning is more at fault than anything else. (9,000 steps, anyone?)