The Lesser of Two Weevils: being the writings of two nice ladies

Finally got an invite code and set up a home for twoweevils on Dreamwidth. And, by "set up a home," I mean I've claimed the name and paid for a premium account, but that's all. I might have time to start some decorating, unpack some boxes, and meet the neighbours this weekend.

We'll be cross-posting and cross-reading for the forseeable future.

That is all.

M.

Thanks of the miracle of gestational math, I am 4 weeks, 6 days pregnant.

Now, I know that I was not pregnant a month ago. But most women don't know the exact day they ovulated/conceived, so the medical convention is to date the pregnancy from the first day of your last menstrual period. Freaky, huh?

But it makes me feel better. It makes me feel like it's all very solid and established. I know that there are a zillion things that can still go wrong, but since I don't have to pass any tests until May 14th, I'm going to just accept the reality that I am pregnant and enjoy it.

Depending on which online calculator you fancy, I'm due sometime between December 25th and 28th. The 28th is K's birthday, so that's kind of cool.

I saw the naturopath this morning. She said my pulses were nice and strong. Between that and the fact that my HCG almost tripled in 48 hours, she said that this was "one tenacious bean." So that's what we're calling "him" -- Tenacious B.

Now, on to the Miracle of Life: ( How I'm feeling... )

M.

I am pregnant.

I know it's still early days. They do the second test on Wednesday to see if my HCG numbers are increasing like they are supposed to. And after that it's a long, long, long road to giving birth to a healthy baby.

But, by God, I AM PREGNANT TODAY!!!!

Today is my day of jubilee!

Since Thursday I've been so down and convinced that my period was on its way. I had decided that this was going to be my last go round -- I simply didn't think I could face it again, even with a medicated cycle. You see, this cycle was so perfect. I thought that if I can't get pregnant on this "excellent" cycle with my "beautiful" follicle, it's just never going to happen.

Fuck me.

There's a living creature inside me today.

I am totally knocked up right now.

Please provide me with other ways to describe my current condition.

And thank you, everyone for helping me get this far.

M.

The races were great fun, even though no one went home with more money than they came with. Here are our racing tips:

1. Always pick the grey horse. (Though this may only work for me--M lost $2 today on a grey horse.)

2. Don't pick the favourite. Every time either of us picked the favourite, it came in dead last.

3. Whatever else you do, under no circumstances pick a horse with "cat," "kitten," or anything that even sounds vaguely feline in its name. Don't even pick one whose sire or dam has "cat" in the name. M has a theory that the cat gods don't like horses taking their names in vain. They always lose.

So we won enough to pay for our lunch, with a little left over, which made it about the same price as going to the movies--and probably more fun (unless we had gone to see Fast and Furious, I guess). And I owe my boss $5 because I bet on a longshot that had the same name as her husband and it won.

That wouldn't have happened at the movies.

K.

K here, pinch-hitting for M, who is currently recovering after a Day from Hell at work that was made even more hellacious by the fact that she has caught my cold.

Sniffling and wheezing we both may be, but we still have The Happy.

Today it's The Unusuals. It's a cross between Homicide and Barney Miller, with just a touch of Oz for good measure in the form of Terry Kinney and Harold Perrineau. They even included the classic "photocopier as lie detector" bit!

Plus, at least one of their writers has to be a fan--and I'm guessing it's a fangirl, as others have mentioned--it's just too much of a coincidence that there are characters named Kowalski and Walsh, as well as (in a brief appearance) Snape. There's also a detective named Banks, so I'm keeping my eyes open for appearances by an Ellison or a Sandburg.

And, if you're space fangirls like us, the squad's sergeant has a spacesuit standing in the corner of his office and a picture of himself on the Vomit Comet hanging on the wall! Plus, Amber Tamblyn, who seriously is getting better-looking every time I see her--and she wears normal clothes and sensible shoes, not tank tops and high heels like most female TV detectives. What's not to like?

K.

Everyone has a dreamwidth account except us. *pouts prettily in hopes that an invite code will fall from the sky*

We are in the mailing list/openID lottery and the odds there are surely better than getting pregnant at my advanced age, so we live in hope.

Otherwise, we'll be pushing and shoving with the masses on April 30th and crossposting until everything shakes out.

M.

I've been moving through a thick fog lately. Work is crazy busy just now and I'm in a panic because something that I got assigned in February is due now (actually, a week ago) and I haven't started yet because other stuff kept getting in the way. Including this very long weekend.

Thursday night: Made ham while K tried to figure out if her mom was sick enough to warrant hopping a plane home. She's okay and no emergency trip was required.

Friday: Gathered with the family to paint The Mother's condo.

Saturday: Cross-border shopping. Hurray for LB Houston pants in black.

Sunday: Forgot to go to the All About Pets Show and look for a cheap cat tree. Spent most of the day asleep (see Friday and Saturday for unaccustomed activity). Made a chocolate cherry trifle, and brought it to the family Easter dinner.

Monday: Woke up feeling horrible achy and depressed. Totally not feeling pregnant...whatever that means. Acupuncturist said my pulses were "quiet" -- what was I really expecting? Some kind of definitive answer? *sigh* Went grocery shopping, took a short nap, then got up and did taxes. If I'd realized I was getting that much of a refund, I would have done them earlier!

Now I'm going to make tomorrow's lunch and try not to go to bed before 9:00 p.m.

M.

So. Tired.

We had An Upheaval at work on Tuesday. I am still employed and will be for the forseeable future. However, the manner of my employment is less certain. There's an opportunity for advancement that I think I want to take, but I need to see how other things shake out first.

The whole thing robbed me of sleep on Tuesday night. I was a complete grouchy zombie yesterday. But there was some good news. My cycle monitoring numbers were really good with a 1.7 cm follicle! Of course, then I was looking over the tech's shoulder this morning and it seemed to say 1.2 for yesterday, so I'm wondering if the nurse who phoned me yesterday read it wrong. A 2 can look like a 7. *sigh*. I'll find out later today.

One thing about this Upheaval? It's making me giggle a lot because I see people behaving in ways that they think are subtle, but are actually the equivalent of running naked through the corridors waving giant banners and singing God Save the Queen.

I'm sorry to say that I'm back on the bean. I had TWO giant coffees yesterday and I'm heading down for another one shortly. I just have too much to do and not enough alertness to make it happen.

And now a question for you:

How can you tell if your gut is really telling you something or if it's just wishful thinking? Do you have examples of times when you had an intuition about something and were right? Do you remember the times when you were convinced that your intuition was telling you something, but it was wrong?

I'm a Gemini. I am mercurial. Every time I take one of those personality tests, it comes out with a different result because I'm just that -- I don't know -- unstable?

I've always thought of myself as someone who had good instincts and intuitions. I have several examples of times when my intstincts/premonitions/whatever have been dead on.

Lately, however, I'm questioning myself. I don't feel like I know my own mind or heart about a lot of things. I blame the whole babymaking process. I think it has damaged my ability to distinguish between what I actually feel and what I want to feel.

Anyone have similar issues? More importantly, are there techniques you use to tell the difference between what you *actually* feel and what you *want* to feel? How can you tell when your inner voice is lying?

M.

Have I mentioned that I used to not like people touching me?

( Take your filthy paws off my silky drawers )

M.

We need a jumpstart. You can help.

Please leave requests for ficlets in the comments: Fandom, pairing/characters, prompt.

Fandoms we'll attempt include:

NCIS
Chuck
The Big Bang Theory
Kings
Torchwood
Jane Austen
Georgette Heyer
Homicide: Life on the Street
James Bond
Iron Man (movieverse)
Other (you never know, you might get lucky)

Now, no promises on whether we'll be able to do this -- never tried it before. But at this point, it can't hurt!

ETA: Thanks for the prompts! We've got lots to keep us out of trouble now!!

M.