Today I had one of those rare days off during the week and I went to the gym to run (3 miles in 40 minutes - holla!). I brought my own magazine this time - it was "Conceive" magazine that I took from the fertility clinic yesterday. I'm such a dork - I was so embarassed to have it out. Here are the things that it said on its pages in huge letters "Seriously fun baby-making" and "attractive men may be less fertile" and then a huge article with cartoon men's underpants and arrows pointing to the business part of them with a headline "A male guide to fertility". It was almost impossible to fold this magazine in half on the treadmill without having something showing. I finally folded over the picture of the stork with a baby on the back so that the only part that showed was "It's not always this easy".
And why didn't I bring "Real Simple"? I have no idea.
At that point I had thoroughly made a fool of myself in my own little paranoid world, so I started mouthing the words to Kanye and Beyonce songs on my iPod and then talked on my cell phone with the nurse from my OBGYN's while walking on the track. Afterwards I remembered that I am not a quiet cell-phone talker and I used the words "ovarian cyst" and "birth control pills". Yay.
Whoa. That will get me all kinds of creepy readers.