Why do I allow myself to do it? (I have gotten to the point where I no longer dream about nursery planning or names, but only because my mind functionally cannot work past the getting pregnant part first.)
Why did I allow myself to dream about the ways I would wake up my husband and tell him that he's going to be a father?
About how I'd stay and have breakfast with him, in bed, and go in late to work?
About being one of the lucky IF'ers I've heard about this month?
About calling the doctor and getting a blood test and beta's checked? (I have sexy daydreams, no?)
Calling my friend and saying 'Good morning Auntie!'
Fuck this game. It sucks.