Ovulating alone with cockroaches

It’s a public holiday. I’m really happy for everyone who has a nine to five job and I hope you get the rest you deserve. I’m more the working-from-home-freelance/ casual type and I kind of forgot all the shops would be closed today. I’m out of coffee and the milk is off. Like many people I guess, I tend to let things slip when there’s only me to think about.

I figure the chances of getting pregnant are pretty slim while my husband’s away on business, so I’m trying to focus on other things. He self-depricatingly suggested that I might have more chance if I did go out and pick someone up, but even if that were true, I’m very resolved about the fact that it will be our baby or no baby. Everyone has their limits, and that is mine. As much as I want children, if I can’t have our own biological children, I’ll just have to find other things to do with my life. So I know already that many of the myriad options out there for starting a family despite fertility problems don’t apply to us. We’re going to see how it goes and then move on if we have to. Wow, that sounds so much braver than I actually feel…

My uninvited house mates don’t seem to have any fertility problems. Holy crap I knew there were cockroaches in Sydney but this is insane. My benchtops are crumb free; I hardly eat anything when Husband’s away – there are no infestation-supporting food deposits in my kitchen and yet the little bastards are everywhere. I think they may actually be living in my keyboard.