Not Me! Monday

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

I have not been thinking recently, hey, this grief thing is getting easier, and then bursting into tears anytime I hear another story of a mom who's lost her baby. I do not pray for my fellow mothers with empty arms and I certainly do not hope that you all are receiving comfort from God as you walk through another day without your baby.

Saturday was not the three month anniversary of Max's exodus from my body. Thus, I obviously didn't realize later that the day had passed by without my even noticing it. Yesterday was not my 21 month anniversary, and, of course, I am not still counting our marital bliss in months. Not me!

I did not imagine a scenario this morning where I went to an 8 week appointment at which my baby had no heartbeat and I took this all in stride, comforting the doctor in her empathy for me. (Leaving aside the "Not me's!" for a second, I'm not pregnant again, I just have a very active imagination!)

I am not looking forward to being pregnant again and I do not have faith that God will bless me with another child someday.

Not Me! Monday

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

I did not skip talking to my in-laws last week because I was spending hours putting together my cousin's Flat Stanley Goes to Boston book. I would never spend that much time on someone else's school project, thus making myself the most coveted cousin this side of the Mississippi. And I did not just figure out how to spell Mississippi by singing, "Em-Eye-Ess-Ess-Eye-Ess-Ess-Eye-Pee-Pee-Eye."

I did not start writing my 100th post several weeks ago, somewhere around the 70th post. I am not that on top of things (or maybe a better word is OCD)!

I did not reserve several books on fertility and fertility after miscarriage from the library. When I went to pick them up, I did not all of a sudden realize that, hmm, this woman is going to know that I just had a miscarriage, and then want to run away as fast as possible. Surely I would have thought about that long before getting to the counter. I did not thank God that she didn't speak almost any English, and did not pray that she had no idea what the word "miscarriage" meant.

I did not stay up far too late on Saturday night, since I recognized the time change, thus I did not exhaust myself before encountering the very grumpy three year olds in Sunday School who also did not stay up far too late on Saturday night. I did not take a nap for three hours yesterday evening, and I certainly was not then stuck awake past 2 am. Nope, not me!

I did not run away in fear from a pregnant woman yesterday. I did not excuse myself from the situation by saying that I needed a drink of water. And when I returned to find my friends still talking to said pregnant woman, I did not sit in the corner of the room, as far away as possible, and was not shaking while trying to be invisible. My biggest fear is not to meet a pregnant woman who is due on June 23, carrying a boy she is going to name Max.

And I would just like to say that this is definitely not true: 60%How Addicted to Blogging Are You?

Not Me! Monday

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

As for me, I was not ill last week with a stomach virus from goodness knows where, and my sickness certainly wasn't exasperated by the cramping that I had ALL WEEK LONG. I was an absolute joy to be around last week and I certainly didn't snap at anyone because of the pain.

Of course, I know exactly when I ovulated this month, considering my thermometer is not a nut job that gives me random temperatures whenever it feels like it. I do not think it is possessed by an evil, evil man who tempted me into thinking I was pregnant last month. Not being either 2 or 4 DPO, I am certainly not convinced already that I am pregnant. That would be ridiculous and I would pay later for thinking that.

Of course, I didn't know that I was pregnant in September far before I tested positive, thus that is not feeding my probably empty hopes this time. Not me!

And I certainly can promise that eventually my Not Me! Monday posts will ever be about anything other than my cycle... Because, sorry, but I am not an obsessed woman!

Not Me! Monday

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

I did not cry at work several times last week. And since I wasn't crying, I obviously did not pretend to have a cold to cover up said crying. I certainly did not consider asking to go home under the ruse that I wasn't feeling very well.

I am not dismayed that I am not pregnant, even though we were officially not trying last month. I would never let my hopes up in response to mere temperatures. Not me! And, of course, I did not threaten my husband that if he did not get me pregnant this month, he would be in huge trouble. Because I love my husband, and threatening him wouldn't be very kind.

And I did not follow up last week's crying and crying harder theme with a fun, relaxing weekend. I did not enjoy going to Applebee's with my cousin, Amy, and her husband and daughter, or the enormous piece of fudge cake from Cheesecake Factory that followed. Not me!

Not Me! Monday

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

I did not have friends over at my house the past three days! I would never have thought that I could be well-rested after a weekend of hosting. Not me!

I was not watching the Superbowl last night, screaming my head off for players to RUN FASTER and CATCH THE BALL! I am not a loud person at all. I was certainly not ecstatic that the Steelers won!

I was not happy and content about the fact that my post-O temps were very stable and looking like a non-pregnancy. Not me!

But, a dip today at 9 DPO has not convinced me that I am, in fact, pregnant. Because that would be counting my chickens waaaaaay before they're hatched! Oh boy.

Not Me! Monday

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

As for me, I am not wondering if these cramps I have only two days past ovulation mean that I am pregnant. I know that this could not possibly have anything to do with pregnancy.

On that note, I am not hoping that I got pregnant accidentally this month. I am not going to be severely disappointed when AF shows up in two weeks!

Of course, I did not leave my engagement ring at my friend's house on Friday night, and I did not make her look around for it, since I of course knew exactly where it was. Thanks, Jen!

I did not have to leave my apartment last night in my pajamas because of a fire alarm. Then, I certainly did not have a nightmare about that fire alarm last night from which I woke up in a dead sweat. Not me!

Not Me Monday

I am not trying to be cool or to emulate MckMama, and I am certainly not writing my first Not Me! Monday post today.

I did not wish this week that I could skip the next six months of my life. That would be cheating myself out of valuable learning experiences and precious time that I have promised not to waste any more. Nope, not me!

I have not missed out on many, many hours of valuable sleep this week because I can't stop being anxious. I am not worrying about every detail of moving in June, certainly not in January, when it is still five months away!

I have not prayed over and over again this week for my period to show up. Surely, I didn't do that, not after hating it for so long.

I also haven't been praying that I "accidentally" got pregnant already. I also have not considered trying to conceive this month, instead of waiting for two cycles, as my doctor told me to do. I would never go against my doctor's implicit instructions. Definitely not me!