Darkest before the dawn?

Here we are in the half of the month when the thing we don't know is is Jam pregnant? (In the other half, the thing we don't know is is Jam ovulating?) God bless us all, very much.

Considering the extent to which we were (okay, I was) convinced that 2008 was going to bring an instant change of our fortune, I am a little embarrassed. Could it be that that conviction was nothing more than a cheap, false-type tool I was using to get us to the end of the Horribilis 2007 and over the threshold to the fat, womanly last digit of the New Year? Was I lying to myself when I opined that the pointy 7 was the cause of all our loss? AM I A BLIND OPTIMIST?? AM I??!?

Anyway, the temp has stayed up, there has been no period (I mean, sure, it's only due today, but give me a break) and that negative piss test can be explained without even raising a sweat. I've decided that there's a proto-girl in that pre-rounded tummy, and that's all there is to it. And maybe there isn't and we'll be sad all over again but whatever. I would like Hope for my friend. I don't like Eternal Gloom, and I'm putting him in the basket with the other people I plan to cull this month.