Little House on the (Sexy) Prairie.

I am losing it, a little. Hence my silence—there are only so many ways to write the fact that I don’t feel pregnant, am terrified that there is nothing alive inside me, and do not see how I am going to make it to my ultrasound intact. I suppose I could bore you even more by telling you about my dream last night, which took place in pioneer times. Sexy pioneer times. In it I had a failed romance with a fellow pioneer, but after his hot-air balloon accident (don’t ask), I nursed him back to health, and…bow chicka bow bow. “Sexy Pioneer Times” would be an excellent name for a reality show, don’t you think? A sort of cross between Manor House and Paradise Hotel?
Other than being tired, I don’t have any symptoms, and I am on progesterone, which always makes me tired. I continue to have a lot of cramping. The OHSS stabilized a few days ago and is now much better, which should make me happy but instead fills me with dread. I made an appointment with my OBGYN for next Thursday, and I am planning to throw myself on his mercy and beg and plead for an ultrasound. I doubt I will get one, but I am trying to believe that I might, because even the six days until that appointment seem interminable.
I am trying to fill my time, and here is what I have so far:

-Dinner tonight with my brother @ delicious Thai place
-Meerkat Manor!
-Accupuncture and therapy tomorrow (Accupunture will be great; therapy…I think I am beyond help at the moment.)
-Sometime Saturday Scott and I can watch my current favorite show, Burn Notice, a new episode of which is waiting for me on our Tivoesque (And if you aren’t watching this show, you should be. I wish I were a spy. Probably the whole “risk-averse” thing would get in the way, though.)
-Scrabble with Schnozz on Sunday (My goal: make a rollergirl cry)
-New season of America’s Next Top Model starts on Wednesday

So, that’s about seven hours taken care of. Anyone who lives in my area and has some free time: Hey! I’m available! I’ll buy you a drink if you will keep my mind occupied for 60 seconds! (NOT KIDDING!)

Maybe I could bake something? Or take up snorkeling? I suppose I could work some overtime next week. I am completely out of money, so perhaps I will play the recorder on street corners for spare change. I’d have to whittle myself a recorder first, and that would probably eat up a few hours. Then I could use the money to shop or go out for lunch, two things guaranteed to make me feel better, and two things I absolutely cannot afford to do at the moment.
I keep writing posts to distract myself, which works well sometimes, but I don’t publish them because each is more annoying than the last, and no one wants to hear a very lucky person’s verbal hand-wringing every day, and the ones that aren’t hand-wringing seem like tempting fate: posts on Scott’s reaction, or our surprising thoughts on twins. And of course this post, about sexy pioneer times and The Crazy and how terrified I am of accidentally alienating everybody by writing the wrong thing is perhaps the most annoying of all.

141 hours and 44 minutes until possible pity OB ultrasound

315 hours and 44 minutes until currently scheduled ultrasound