Menopause is coming and the men of all left town,

but I'm not giving up until I see that baby crown.

39 and single, can someone help me out?

He could be bald and bearded, shorter or tall,

funny, smart and love basketball.

Gay, straight, black to white, tiny eyes with an underbide, I just need sperm.

Spurncast.

Welcome to the two-week wait.

It was a Wednesday night, and I sat down to write.

That rhymes. So as I was saying, it was a Wednesday night, and I sat down to write. That rhymes. So as I was saying, it was a Wednesday night, and I sat down to write, and I wrote this, it's Wednesday. It was, it was Wednesday. I wrote, it's Wednesday. 12 days past ovulation. If I'm not pregnant, I'll get my period on Friday. I never thought the two-week wait would get the best

to me. You know, I keep pretty busy. I know the stats, so I'm prepared for whatever's in store for me.

Before I started trying, I thought, yeah, it would be awesome if this first round takes, but I won't count on it.

I'll be totally chill if I get my period. But alas, ever since I put that damn semen in me, I can't stop thinking about that beautiful little life that might be forming in my womb.

I've been acutely aware of every little feeling in my body.

Like two or three days past ovulation, I had an ocular migraine.

That's when your vision becomes pixelated and it's super freaky.

Well, I've had them before, maybe four or five times, but it's always been when I'm stressed and sleep-deprived.

Since ovulation, I've been none of those things.

All I've been is elated at the prospect of finally carrying the child I've always wanted to carry.

So I wondered if this particular ocular migraine was a sign of early pregnancy.

Well, out of the dozen single mother by choice trying to conceive Facebook

groups I'm now a member of, only one of them said ocular migraines might be a sign of pregnancy.

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