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What Cycle Day is this? Who Cares!

I am over it. I don't know why, but I am just not getting my groove back.

It does not mean that I am not TTC anymore. It only means that I am not letting arithmetic get the better of me.


^WiseGuy^
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  1. sharonvw25 February 2009 at 15:45

    You go girl!

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  2. Liv25 February 2009 at 20:06

    After reading your last post about how you failed your unit exams but in the end would pull out ahead, I would say perhaps my dear that is exactly what you needed.

    Cheers to throwing arithmatic out the window!

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  3. A Nutchell25 February 2009 at 21:27

    That's right sista!

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  4. Clio25 February 2009 at 23:02

    you are so right!
    I'm also too tired of writing down stuff, dots over calendar date... who cares!
    that has been my mood lately. However, I am cycling for this IUI and today at the u/s the lady asked me when was the first day of my cycle and I couldn't tell! I had to calculate back to about three days before I was told to start the medication.. it was hilarious.

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  5. Cara26 February 2009 at 06:56

    My nephew (age 7) said to my daughter (age 6) the other day, "Everything is math. If you know math you can do or make anything."

    I just chuckled. HA! If he only knew. To hell with the math...what day did you say it was?

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  6. katery26 February 2009 at 07:06

    i hear you, good luck!

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  7. Photogrl26 February 2009 at 09:35

    Nothing wrong with that.

    Good luck!

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