Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head
by B.J. Thomas
Raindrops keep fallin' on my head/ And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed/ Nothin' seems to fit/ Those raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin'/
It's April in Seattle, so of course it's been raining all day. Despite our plans to plant bulbs and mow the lawn (which could now completely hide the pug, were she tempted to lay down in the yard instead of sniffing everything in sight), I cooked and LB worked on National Boards all day. At the end of the day, we have two pans of brownies, a basket of scones, couscous stew, and all the fixings for cucumber sandwiches put away. After this, I'm making mayonnaise and calling it a night.
All of this cooking has done well to distract me from the fact that my temperature plunged today, and I've been waiting all day for my next cycle to start. It hasn't started yet, which is more frustrating than ever before. This time, it's not just about avoiding stains on my clothes, or getting a week of bleeding over with. Now, I keep feeling like I'll be losing something when my period finally arrives. Silly, I know - if it comes, I never had anything to lose - but every time I sit down with my thoughts today, I feel like I'm waiting for some tragedy.
On a much happier note, LB mentioned today that as this baby adventure takes longer to achieve, she is getting more excited for us to get a baby. Not that we started off with me wanting a baby and her running the other way, but I've been the more eager of the two of us for the last few years, and she's been more hesitant lately. I'm so happy she's feeling less petrified! (and I'm sure the fear will come flying back as soon as we are successful)