Oh the anticipation!

I'm sure with my last post, you girls are simply dying of anticipation to figure out what the heck I chose to read! ;)

Well, here's a break down:

With option #1, even though I do watch Jersey Shore-please don't judge or think less of me (I'm literally in awe that these people are real)-I would never ever ever read a book about it! Never ever.

With option #2, even though I love love and love stories...the Montana Glory just didn't seem like something I would ever read! Never ever.

With option #3, well I was an English major in college and so math and engineering are not really a favorite subject of mine!

With option #4, even though the price was amazing, I decided I didn't need Kim C. teaching me about sexual intelligence. Gross.

With option #5, umm...HECK YES it's the one I got! Aaaand it was the last one. Go me.

With option #6, no...just no.

And finally, with option #7, well We grilled up two big delicious steaks last night for dinner. Mmm.

So that's that, I'm a reality show watchin'-prolifer-meat eatin' kinda gal! ;)

Oh yes, and I had my blood drawn Friday so tomorrow I'll hear about how low, grrr, my progesterone. That's more in lines with the meaning of the title of this blog post.

I can do this, I am ready to start back up the meds and fully trust God.

My goal is to not use doctor goo.gle, but trust. Even though since last week my bo.obs (I seem to talk about them a lot, sorry!) have slowly started to hurt a little more and more each day, I'm not goo.gling. No sir.

Speaking of boo.bs, you know because why not, ;) I started developing early and in 6th grade they appeared.

I of course was devastated because I grew up with my two brothers and THEY didn't have bo.obs so I certainly didn't want them. I even vowed that I wouldn't get them (oh the grand mind of a 5th grader) and wouldn't wear a "stupid" bra, my aunt still laughs about this...I was very serious you know.

Well then one fateful night when I was in 6th grade my brothers and I were all dressed and ready for bed (think big t-shirts given to us by Gp) and watching some tv.

I was probably talking too much and not sitting still, because I was making a bridge (both hands and feet touching the ground with my little booty in the air) with my body in front of the tv.

Then it happened.

One of my brothers, who because of my amazing body bridge, could see straight down my shirt and announced:

"OH my goodness, J has BOO.BIES!!!!"

I instantly broke into tears and ran down to seek comfort from my Gm.

She did comfort me and then promptly lectured both my brothers about not talking inappropriately.

You see, I was mad because I vowed NOT to get them.

God's sense of humor, a few years later I had to buy a specialty running bra for double d's.

Oh boo.bs.

Okay, I'm done! ;)

For now.

"An intense anticipation itself transforms possibility into reality; our desires being often but precursors of the things which we are capable of performing."(Samuel Smiles)