Day 1

Bart and Camille are our psuedonyms. He is my pirate and I am his virginal captive maiden - or something like that. Anyway, Bart and I are trying to have a baby. The whole thing is very ironic since I swore "no more" and we both thought we couldn't have one. So, now I'm peeing on sticks (not real sticks - the ovulation predictor kind) like a woman posessed and we're talking about making the upstairs loft a bedroom. Now I can think of little else.

We have 2 kids already. They are mine from my pre-Bart days but he claims them as his own. They are wonderful, brilliant, and as near to perfect as I would care for them to be. Part of my ongoing saga is my tumultuous dealings with the exiis. (I like that word-just made it up) I'm sure there will be more about that later.

For now, I'm inbetwixt (like that one?) reading every site ever created on how to get pregnant. I did it twice before - sure didn't seem hard then. Didn't even plan 'em. Now I'm stressing and just hoping I can figure out how to do this.

You'd think it was rocket science or something. Good gosh - guess I should just take the Nike motto and "just do it". I think the fear is this - when you want something it's always harder to get.

Same basic premise as shopping. When you have money, you find nothing to buy and when you're broke, you need and want everything in sight.

Enough for now.

Camille