Kovixen

Screw it all, I am going to come clean. I once again think I'm pregnant. Or I am circulating that idea in my head. As usual, I had a sign that I was, although this one is better than my period not coming or smelling everything that was ever in the world. I won't say what it is because I think a few men read this and they might freak out. But it's a good one.

Originally, this made me happy. I got excited and giddy and couldn't fall asleep Sunday night. But that is now gone. I have been burned too many times by the signs. Until the doctor says I'm pregnant, or at least the EPT wand, I won't believe it.

I tried looking around the internet for a list of signs that you are pregnant. Really, I just went to iVillage and then got bored. I didn't find anything. I more or less know the signs, but I haven't actually looked at a list of them for some time now and thought it might be nice to refresh my memory.

I saw an awesome trailer yesterday for Broken Flowers. Yes, I love Bill Murray. He is an acting god. Not that I would know or anything, but he certainly has a very expressive face and is a happy fun ball to watch.

Today seems to be poopy day. It's everywhere. No, not on the walls of my bathroom, just on the internet. Here is a pooing cow with "real moooving parts," a pig too, and dog poo spray, which I wish they had when I was a kid picking up the dog poo behind my house.

Test your gaydar. Mine is a strong 85%. Good thing I'm married and don't have to try it out in the real world though, I'm always so afraid of embarrassing myself.

If you'd like to know where I got today's quote, it's an actual ESPN headline.