Aunt Flo

Well, I didn't have to exercise my self-control relating to the pregnancy test for very long. Aunt Flo stopped by for an early visit this month and burst my bubble of hopefulness. I'm kinda down about it. We've really had it so easy in the past and I know I shouldn't complain about trying again, but I built up expectations. I couldn't help it. I want to have the right sperm and egg together more than I want to be pregnant just for the sake of being pregnant, though, so I believe this just wasn't the right egg... if there even was one this month.
Mentioning Aunt Flo reminds me of fourth grade. I can't believe that there were girls starting their periods in fourth grade, but my teacher decided there was a need for a code phrase so girls wouldn't feel embarrassed to tell her if they suddenly were in a womanly way in the middle of class. I remember her gathering just the girls around at one point and telling us we should say we "fell off the roof" if we needed her to know our period had begun. How in the world that was normal and subtle sounding, I couldn't tell you. The point was that it was something the boys wouldn't be able to guess. But who wants to come up to the teachers desk and say they fell of the roof? Wouldn't you have some broken bones or not even be in school. Kinda weird. I didn't "fall off the roof" until around 7th grade and by that time, I was being home schooled, so no need for code words. I just told my teacher straight up. :)