The scale stood still for me again today. I’m super stoked about it since it’s my ovulation week (last month I gained 200g)…and I ate such a load of nonsense over the weekend. I didn’t drink my water on Thursday, Saturday or Sunday and we skipped our Thursday walk because I was ill.
This morning Rudi was sick. He was throwing up and everything. On the one hand I feel bad for him because he’s sick, on the other hand I’m not so sympathetic. He didn’t believe I was really ill last week. I think he thought I was trying to get out of going fishing with him. I felt hurt that he wouldn’t believe me and said something along the lines of ‘I wish you could feel how I feel’. Now he does. I hope we don’t keep on re-infecting each other. I’m only just starting to feel better. My voice isn’t 100% back yet, but I’m not very sick. I also still have a bit of a cough. Rudi hates it when I cough…it irritates him for some reason. He’ll rather have me down cough mixture than listen to me cough my lungs out. Of course when he felt nauseous this morning he said ‘Maybe you’re pregnant’. Go figure. He is sick and it’s somehow my fault. LOL. Had to stress with him that I’m still ovulating and it’s just a little too early to tell!
Even though my microscope says I’m ‘not fertile’ I think I still am. My body is giving me clear signs that I am still ovulating, pain in my nether regions being one of them. I guess we’re done trying for this month though. Rudi won’t be able to participate in the condition he is in. Also I don’t know if he’ll walk with me tonight being so sick. I guess I’ll take a couple of laps around the complex.
Thank you so much for the overwhelming response I received yesterday with regards to finding my father. I’ve even gotten a number to try and call. Suddenly I’m scared and nervous. What if he doesn’t want to hear from me? I’m a chicken. A friend offered to phone the number and make enquiries…For those who have requested an ID number or date of birth, I will try and fish these out from My Evil Mother if at all possible.
Since losing James the concept of ‘family’ and ‘children’ has changed for me. Finding my biological father is somewhat of a sensitive issue now. Now that I understand that parental bond you form with a child that isn’t even born yet…I don’t know. Suddenly I’m confused. Maybe I need some dutch courage!