Mom

Yesterday was my mother's birthday. I had every intention to blog this acutally on her birthday, but much like that birthday present and loving card I was planning to send, I was/am a little delinquent.

About 5 days after my insemination day, my Mom called me up on my cell phone while I was at work and announced with about as much authoratative confidence as if she were telling me firmly that no, I could not attend an after school coke party and have group sex with a bunch of recently released prison convicts at the age of 13, that I was indeed pregnant this cycle. She knew this because her other two friends, whose daughters have been struggling with infertility, just both got positive HPT's, so clearly I (well, "we" including my mother) must NOT be left in the dust on this regard. Because that would just be... well... embarassing! She also brought up the fine point that she's only ever been wrong once in her life before, so I should take her prediction as gospal. Done.

In all honesty, I fall just short of worshipping my mother. Next to Drakey, she is hands down my best friend and I aspire to be as funny and cool and classy (well, maybe not QUITE as classy) as her when / AS I grow up. She has her flaws, of course, and we've certainly hit a few bumps in the road along the parenting journey, but I can say with total confidence that much of my decision to have children myself is because I feel so blessed and grateful for the kind of comraderie and maternal relationship we share together, that I would be remiss not to take a stab at carrying that special bond down into future generations. And I'm not sure if I could do it quite as cool as my mother (being the most popular person among ALL my friends), but I'd sure as shit give it my best shot. and I'd likely have a damn fine time trying!

So... I'm pretty fearful that I got the timing all wrong on this cycle; and I didn't get a chance to pee on any sticks or take my basal temps (because the cycle happened so early and I never usually prepare for anything that early) that now I have no proof or way of telling if I did it in time or not. I think I was very early, actually. Maybe I should have taken Dr. Dumbass's initial suggestion of doing the shot and going back the next day. Anyway... I have some doubts, but I'm counting on my mother being all-knowing. Shouldn't Mother's always be all-knowing? C'mon Mommy Dearest - I'm counting on your maternal instincts here. And maybe as a belated birthday present, I can surprise her with an ultrasound photo of a little black sac in her only (and favorite, as she claims) child's womb.