Number 11 is lucky. Just so you know.
Well, you probably remember my miscarriage that ended with a D&C in March, if you’ve been reading for awhile. Previous to the March miscarriage was a December miscarriage. Altogether I’ve had more than a lifetime’s worth of pregnancies. Michelle Duggar almost ain’t got shit on me.
Jeremy got this promotion at work awhile ago, right? Well, part of the promotion was health insurance after 60 days, right? So I decided to wait on that IUD I was planning to get, right? And after 60 days it would be free for the IUD, right? And why pay out of pocket for birth control when I’m a 32 year old grown woman who has been pregnant 10 times and KNOWS WHEN SHE FARGIN’ OVULATES, right? Right?
Uh-huh… Right…
Sunday morning I decided I wasn’t feeling quite right. “Man, this diet is getting to me. My blood sugar is whacked. I feel like I’m gonna hurl.” Then I realized that I hadn’t had a period in 30 days. After being in this body for 32 years, I know that not having a period EXACTLY every 28 days means one thing. One thing. No, it wasn’t my blood sugar, the diet, or too many beers while camping that made me feel like crap Sunday morning… It was…

Here we go again, number 11… But just so you know? This baby is stickin’ if it means I hang upside down for the next 8 months! The doc is putting me on a bunch of “sticky pills” (a.k.a. Progesterone) for the first trimester. Wish us luck?
And Michelle Duggar? I’m on my way to breaking your pregnancy record, Girlfriend.














