The birds and the bees

I have been off the pill now for two whole weeks. First time in 14 years. Yes, that's right, in my adult life I have not known what it's like to be off the pill. Without going into too much detail, let's just say I feel different. Good different. Like a woman closing in on 30 years old should feel. It's been eye opening to say the least. My husband's a little intrigued too.

I had to explain to him that there are really only a few days a month a woman can get pregnant. He didn't know that. I'm guessing that very early on someone told him that it only takes one time and it could happen anytime, like most pre-pubescent boys are told.

I think it's kinda funny how blissfully ignorant he is about the whole situation, because I am thinking about it in a very logical, calculated mindset. I'm very interested to see how long my cycles are on their own, and to find out when I ovulate, assuming that I do on my own. All in all, I just hope that everything works itself out like it's supposed to. In reality, I know that being on birth control pills for the last 14 years of my life (half my life people!) may hinder my attempt at conceiving someday. I already started taking pre-natals, no harm in that even if I don't get pregnant soon. I saw my ob/gyn and chatted with him about 'pre-conceptional planning' as the brochure calls it. He gave me the figurative 'slap in the face' I think I've been needing the past few years to get into shape. He said it's a good idea to get down to a proportional weight before getting pregnant. Thank God someone finally said something. Kinda made me feel like my doctors didn't care if I was getting fat. But someone does.

Other news...my job, well it's a job. Makes some money. That's about all I can say about that. Ho hum.

Well, here's hoping for sticky baby dust in the future. ;)