I decided to make a journal "companion" to my daily pet LiveJournal, because I think my friends are tired of hearing about my uterus and its antics.
So, I've been out of undergrad since August, and became a grad teaching assistant, because the money was better than staying at the Surgical Clinic from Hell for another year, essentially helping people get breast reductions paid for by health insurance. And yeah, that wasn't how I wanted to make a difference in the world.
I basically teach and tutor freshman and senior-level health policy and law, which is nice, since it's my major interest. I hope to go to law school at some point in the near future. I secretly say a prayer for the nice folks at the University of Virginia to think that I'm the bees' knees every single morning, right after I temp and pray for a baby. I'm such a dork.
Then again, I actually threw pennies into every fountain in metro Atlanta before I took the LSAT, and landed a 162 (top 90%). I'm good at wishing.
I got married on January 10th to my best friend and fellow big-dorky-geek, Kohdee. He's a postman, because it suits him well, and actually pays better than most jobs around here. Deep down, he's a film student who realized he'd be happier doing something with his hands. Except for people chasing him for their welfare checks at the beginning of the month, he loves his job.
And since we inherit his grandfather's house at the beginning of the spring, we've officially started TTC. My PCOS is under control, thanks to My New Best Friend (tm), Glucophage, the medicine that makes me pukey and sickly but also makes me ovulate and drop off pounds quicker than you can say "Damn, I'm not hungry!" while puking out the window of a blue VW bug rolling down I-85.
Speaking of my beloved bug, both of his headlights have been out since Christmas Eve. They went out on the way home, 100 miles from our house and my parents', so we had to drive foglights only in the dead of night. Fun! And yet nowhere can fix them, and anytime I call, they're too busy for the day already (at 7am, no less). So tomorrow, I'm going to Columbus to get that taken care of before my birthday, and so I can drive to Birmingham Sunday for my much-awaited California Pizza Kitchen lunch I will pull my birthday-girl hissy fit if I must. I will prove that I am Auburn's answer to Paris Hilton if need be!
I've decided that this is our month, because if I O when I normally do, and account for our first child being a week overdue (like I was), our kid could be born on Halloween, which has always been a lucky day for me anyhow. I met Kohdee on Halloween, dressed up as Wizard of Oz Dorothy, back in 2000.
Plus, I've called Kohdee 'pumpkin' for as long as I can remember. I think he's tired of it, and we need to pass the name on to our kid, quick! We need a little pumpkin baby, darn it!
So here goes nothing. Uterus, watch out! Ovaries, stay like you are! Eggies, get ready! We're gonna make a pumpkin!