I'm not pregnant... again. I spent a mopey day today. Chuck's getting what seems to be our monthly bottle of wine after his workout in a few minutes. I'm not handling this very well. I know I'm being a baby about it, but that's still the way I feel.
If at second you don't succeed.... ??
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
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