Category: Mood

My eggs are laughing at me!

I am in the prime of life. And every month I get reminded by my eggs. With my eggs I mean my ovaries who produce those precious eggs.

Only that I can’t use said eggs anymore! I am a bit of a hippy auntie. When it comes to contraception, I keep it natural.

I don’t want to go into detail, but I know exactly when I am ovulating.

Usually when (back then) still in baby planning, I used to shout my husband home to create wonderful, cute little babies the very second I knew there is an egg on its way!

Thing is, I am not allowed any more babies due to a weak c-section scar (it would split open again before I am due). It is a life threatening condition so husband, frightened as he was, got the snip shortly after Cash was born (despite the fact I wasn’t fine with it!!!).

So month after month, I get the feeling, that my eggs are making fun of me.

It is a bit like

“Hahaha… here I am… on the way in your uterus…you could, but you ca a a aaaan’t, ha ha ha haa haa…”

I mean, where is the point? If you are done… if you have all your desired children… if you are not allowed more children… or even if you don’t want children…. why still having your period, why still ovulating??? Why still getting reminded of what could, but never will be???

I am sorry, mother nature, but we women clearly got the shit end of the stick!

Ts… Rant over… I guess… till next month.

Franky

New Dawm

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “New Dawn.”

I set my alarm at 5:55am. Monday to saturday. Every week.

I was all excited yesterday, as I finally feel good enough to go for a run! I felt like Rocky when he  made it up all those stairs and of course my last thoughts where about running.

For me 5:55am is getting up before or with sunset. It is very early for someone who needs a lot of sleep. If I don’t get enough sleep, I am quite grumpy and tend to snap peoples heads off.

No sleep= Don’t talk to me

This morning I heard the alarm… I also heard my daughter getting up and I thought “oh how long was it on, that Dana got up?”.

So I jumped out of bed, grabbed my running kit which was peacefully and patiently waiting next to the bed and got quietly out of the bedroom to see Dana in full school uniform.

I was a bit baffled and asked, why she was already dressed and she said “it is 6:20!”

Stupid mommy left the telephone downstairs instead  on the stairs and overheard it!!!

I SLEPT IN!!! I still feel like a hedgehog who was woken up against his will, now sitting here in front of the notebook in pyjama, unwashed, waiting for a smoothie.

Well I couldn’t have went anyway (aaaaah smoothie just arrived), as it is storming out site. What good would it do, when I go for a run and my 43kg (I am a short ass, hence the light weight, so no worries) frame gets blown away or worse gets hit by a falling branch. Yeah nice image, me bringing my little Miss Mouse to school, with a wounded head and/or black eye.

Okay, me and my foul moode, we should get a move on, BIG LONG SIGH AGAIN…

Franky