No Sex For You!!!!

So finally, I shall talk about the sex restriction I am on.

I suppose it’s not for a "horrible" reason… but I still think it’s a dumb one!

So we didn’t roll around AT ALL this weekend. I took it as it was because I was fertile (even though I didn’t tell him that, lol) and there is no need to tempt the fates and make things stupid in a few weeks when ole bessy the rennovator comes to my womb and rips my innards to pieces and sends them down the shoot in a bloody torrent.

I know you love that imagery.

*blink*

ANYWAY…

According to the calendar today is the last day I’m Miss Fertile America… and I’m guaranteed to not get any, so WHATEVER.

Anyway… yesterday, almost immediately before I was going to rub one out (cuz I was crazy horny from lack of said sexilation)… Baboo messages me (he was at work) and says that we aren’t having any sex until I go to the Doctor.

*blink*

WHA?!

Sure sure, I had a few moments of pain from my ovary bubble, but I haven’t felt anything for days now… so I’m sure it was just something stupid and it’s all over with and I have nothing to worry about…

But he started thinking about it and demanded that I go to urgent care yesterday or today… and that either way, I wasn’t getting any penis action until I was checked out.

WHAT THE HELL!!!!

Mean!!!!!

Needless to say, I did NOT go to the Dr. yesterday and I won’t be going today.

I’m fine.

At least, I think I am. I alternate between hypochondria and whatever the opposite of that is. I have an appointment on October 23, and yeah, that’s weeks away, but there is no need to go running into the hospital freaking out for no reason.

So when Baboo came home last night we compromised and if I do start to hurt again, then I will go.

Truth? I sorta DON’T want to mention it if I do start to hurt. I want to just wait till my Dr.’s appt and tell her everything that’s been going on and be done with it.

I don’t want to go in and look stupid when they tell me NOTHING is wrong and I’m wasting their time and my own.

Blah…

so yeah.

And even as I write this, the stupid ovary bubble starts to plump up and push against my skin.

STUPID OVARY BUBBLE!

Wanna know what?

I’m scared that it is a tubal pregnancy happily moving along even though I had a period. I’m afraid that they’ll have to suck it out and I’ll have to intentionally kill my baby.

I know, if that IS happening then I’m fucked anyway because it’ll kill me and the baby if I don’t get it taken care of.

but jeesh!

But that’s just my overactive imagination working.

You know, the same one that hears a swish of something behind me and I think it’s a lurching undead zombie ready to eat my flesh.

So yeah, I’m a bit insane and I have no basis in reality for most of the crap my brain dreams up.

This is why I write stories.

I have to release it somehow!

Sadly, jonathon has the same curse. He has NOTEBOOKS FULL of stories.

He’ll either be an awesome author or completely insane.

Or both.

Like mother like son.

blah.

Lunch in 2 minutes.

I have left over enchiladas and beans and rice from my super grown up lunch last friday (it was so awesome and nice and I missed them and we are so going to do it again soon!) along with carrot sticks and ginger sesame dressing.

wheee!