Three days ago I stopped drinking coffee. I haven't been able to write about it until now. My barista guy was really supportive. I told him why, too, cos I felt he'd understand better, and also because I am pretty much not hiding the fact that I'm trying to get pregnant again. Anyway just one more report about coffee's link to miscarriage and I was tipped over the egg. I mean, I'm not an idiot. I'm now on this dirt drink that I think is ok. Apparently dandy tea is not so dandy for when you're preggas so I'm opting for dirt. It's cereals and chicory and it looks and tastes exactly like dirt. Dusty dirt from the school playground in summer, not rich soil from the bottom of the worm farm. Mmmmm.
I don't know what's happening with me and it should be too early to even think about anything and I said I was going to ignore all physical sensations cos I think mistakenly I'm pregnant every time and these feelings can be very misleading and ultimately disappointing but fuck me if i'm not for shiz up the spout. (Yes, Juno. -fabulous movie.)
Should I say why? No, bugger you. I can't do a wee test for ever so forgeddaboudit.
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