ovulation.

it's just another hurry up and wait game.
and if i pee on my hand one more time..

so this is where we're at - trying to pinpoint that magical moment that my body decides to ovulate.
party conversations have turned into discussions about vaginal births verses the big scary c-section, baby names, and that bizarre gender manipulation theory.. (if consuming tons of chocolate will create a girl - then i'm all over having a little girl!)

whatev. really..

the house hunting continues.
the incessantly talking about izzi is less incessant..
and we're doing ok.

you?