Yawn!
I am so tired. I need to go to bed and just forget about making a diary entry today. Can I do that? Of course not. I am addicted to this diary like some people are addicted to crack. I must like the sound of my own thoughts. Sound? My thoughts usually have no sound. I see my thoughts more as images and words scattered across my brain. I am not an auditory person.
I’ve discovered a show that I should never watch. It’s called The Human Baby and is full of cute little. . . human babies. Not a show for those with a screaming uterus. I want to pinch all their pudgy little cheeks, and then give them a big blow kiss on their chubby little bellies. They do psychological experiments on the babies and the poor dears look so confused when they turn their mother’s faces upside down or make things disappear. I, of course, have succumbed to crazy Clock Ticking lady and have to make up a baby-talk monologue for each child. Mike sits with his Game Boy, growing his square eye and shouts out curses while I say things in a mushy-ooky voice like “ohhh! I just want my Minnie! Why must you perplex me so, you bad lady!” Ok, so maybe a two-month old wouldn’t know the word perplex. I certainly hope a two-month old wouldn’t know the naughty words that fly out of Mike’s mouth when he can’t find his sword.
I always have to turn the show off when I start sobbing because I’m never going to have a baby. This is a complete over reaction and I really must stop reading infertility blogs. Seven months of trying is nothing. We still have another five months to go before a doctor would even want to see us. There is probably absolutely nothing wrong with us. So, no more Baby Humans for me. Instead, I shall go to work and remember why I used to be adamantly opposed to bearing children. I’m doing ninth grade sex ed tomorrow. Whoo-hoo! De Grassi High. The teacher said I missed a couple of episodes so she’s going to leave a note to keep me up to date. I think that was a joke, but I don’t know. I don’t know which would be worse, missing out on two episodes or having someone think they need to leave me a note to catch me up on it. I can see how the show was really good in the ’80s but it is pretty . . . uhhh. . . geeky now. Most of the students like it, but some of them are pissed that there’s only one black girl on it and I can’t say I blame them. They have a hard time relating to white ’80s geeks, though the main characters would have been quite cool back in the day. Too bad it’s not the day.