Red alert

Yes I admit it is getting dusty in here, I blame it on time constraints, flue bugs and Ayra's tendency to love the laptop whenever she sees it sitting on top of my lap. Then its bye bye blog and hello elmo youtube videos.

Besides absence does make the heart grow fonder no? ;-)

Well I here I go writing yet again about my missing monthly friend. Its not here yet and am a bit worried. Its been a week now, but I'm scared to death to bring myself to the pharmacy to get the bloody (pun intended) clearblue pee stick.

The thing is - okay I'am using the conventional method of protection as any sort of foreign thing in my body and hormone pills freak me out, am already chubby as it is and I don't really need the extra weight. (yes am still vain its a vice kill me)

The good doctor did warn me that I could not get preggers until Ayra was about two, because I had a caesarean delivery and because they cut me up like seven layers down so that has got to heal first. And if there was a pregnancy, because of my size it would be a very risky one and they might have to cut me up again.

That was suppose to scare me into getting the pills or the stupid rod inserted right, but no, and here I'am still dilly dallying about the pee-stick, and scared out of my mind that it might have the faintest positive sign.

I have been reasoning with myself that I couldnt be as I dont feel weird or sick or anything like that. This was because when I was preggers with Ayra I sort of knew a month before I took the test, well and I did'nt even show until about my sixth month.

But then every pregnancy is different, which means I need to get the pee stick fast. ;p

And If am not that means an appointment with the gynae is long-overdue and If I'am err my blog entries will probably be more regular ;p