Imagine how tired I’d be if I actually ovulated?

2009 is going to be the year I get pregnant and actually deliver a real, live, healthy baby*. If I keep repeating that might I will it into existence or at the very least start to believe it?

*edited to clarify to The Universe That Decides These Things that I would accept a baby conceived in 2009 and born in 2010-I’m not unreasonable

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