Carrie Bradshaw is Having Twins!

At least she was in the dream I had last night.  I was in France, visiting with my BFF Charlotte, when we stumbled upon Carrie working at a restaurant.  Owned by Aidan!!  They already had one child, and she was pregnant, WITH TWINS.  God what have I been smoking lately?!?

She was cooking roasted chicken with root vegetables to serve at their restaurant, and although I would love to delve into the juicy Jungian details of what all that imagery might represent, I think I have to chalk it up to watching both Top Chef and a portion of Sex in the City yesterday.

So I am smack-dab in the middle of the two week wait, or the 2ww as it’s commonly referred to.  Although  I use some of the TTC/IF abbreviations, they really do bug the living fuck out of me.  (But now that I think of it, much of what I do annoys the crap out of myself.)

Anyway. 

Before I stumbled upon the fabulous blogs out there, I routinely logged on to ivillage to see what was happening on their boards.  Now, don’t get me wrong – I think there’s a lot of value in the discussions that happen over there, and yes, I did learn some stuff.  Since it’s all anecdotal, I took some of the medical advice with a grain of salt, but reading about other women’s experiences was helpful.

BUT.

The asinine initials for everything is lame and creepy! It’s like a secret club and if you don’t get the password you’re totally screwed.  I mean, who wants to read about someone BD’ing with their DH in the hopes of ttc a DD or DS!? 

I am all for the warning TMI, and I’m actually fine reading the specifics about someone’s EWCM, or hearing about their BBT based on the TCYF book. But come on,  baby-dancing?!?  BLECHHHHH!!

As if calling it THAT could make it any more appealing.   In our house it’s called "are you kidding me I just ate a huge burrito" but the acronym for that just doesn’t work.