My boobies hurt.

I am so confused with my body right now. I have Goo.gled SOO much it's ridiculous and honestly, you can find whatever you want to hear on there...

Here's what's throwing me off: my "girls" are sore. The ni.pples are and so are the outer parts. I have NEVER had this before. But then again, I was never normal before my surgery and so this may be my new "normal."

The confusing thing is that I am only 7 DPO. I have read two things: one, you could definitely be pregnant and two, this happens right before AF shows up.

I'm over analyzing this way too much, this I know for certain! So basically, I am curious about how many of you (either if you are/have been pregnant OR if you have ever had a period, yeah...that pretty much covers everyone here!) have had sore breasts around this time of your cycle.

I wasn't going to say anything because I felt that if I said something about the idea of the possibility of maybe (yeah, still not being very straight foward, am I?) just maybe this being a pregnancy sign, I would jinx myself or something silly. I am just so excited/anxious for progress, whether it be being pregnant (which is SO hard to even begin to imagine because it's been so long of trying) or that AF is coming and that my hormones are actually working right. Progress both ways. Obviously one of the two I prefer over the other but I learned a looooong time ago that it's not what I want! ;)

Please be upfront and let me know about your experience with sore boobs about a week after ovulation...

Thanks ahead of time.

Post op appointment

We went down to S.Antonio yesterday for my post op appointment. She removed the stitches and we discussed the "plan."

I told her that last week I had seen an abundance of CM and that my nip.ples were sore and that had been cramping during that time also. She was quite excited to hear this. Especially since all these things haven't really happened to me before so it obviously shows that the surgery did something. She said, "great...start trying next month!"

I think at that point I probably turned a few different shades of red.

You see, we had already...dumdadumdumdummm...done it.

I think we both probably felt like kids getting caught with their hands in the cookie jar. But, we didn't mention it to her because she didn't ask.

We had joked, on the drive down, about who would tell her that we hadn't wait the two full recommended weeks. I felt fine and was missing my husband (the feeling was def. mutual!) and thought it would be fine. Everything is fine, I know that it's not that big of a deal but it sure felt like it for about a half a second sitting their in the doctor's office.

I have more to post about how AMAZING of a doctor she is but I'm rather tired and wanting to just veg out in front of the TV and watch the Ran.gers vs. Yanke.es...GO RAN.GERS!!! I'll definitely need to dedicate a whole post about her because she is that amazing.

Anyways, since living with my GM, I found a bag with some old pictures, report cards, school reports, etc... and I found one "book" that I wrote when I was 8...I was a book about "the best things," here's two pages I took pictures of:


My favorite part is that I misspelled "smart" REALLY big in the picture! ;) Oh yeah, and the part about being mothers...


You see, the desire to be a mother was with me even in the second grade...

"When I quote others I do so in order to express my own ideas more clearly." (Michel de Montaigne)