AUTHOR: Sara TITLE: Damn . . . . DATE: 2/15/2005 02:10:00 AM ----- BODY:

It is 2 am here and my cold has officially turned into sinusitis. My tonsils feel as if they are going to break through the skin and the lovely Shrek-colored snot that continues to flow through my nose is doing wonders to my throat when I try to lay down. I had class tonight and Mike had to work until 1 am, so we had planned to celebrate Valentine's Day tomorrow. (Well, today, now . . . ) I bought us tickets to go and see "The Blue Man Group" this evening since neither one of us has been to a show here. When he got home tonight, there was just no way we were going to be able to get in one more session of TTC sex. With my head and nostril maladies and his extreme exhaustion, he surely would have fallen asleep during the act, caked in the run-off from my nose. Since making the decision, sleep has not come easy, and I don't think it is just because I feel like shit. I have little hope that his sperm survived until today, knowing my luck. I am trying to be optimistic here, but I think we "missed" our window of opportunity. Oh well. I guess there is March. (insert cursing here)

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