I’m listening to The Cranberries, so the title has nothing to do with the blog… yet.

For the record, I’m much better now. The baboon ass has quelled to little more than the ironic need for sex + none available, and I can handle that much better than being a walking reproductive billboard (well, sorta, since my tubes are tied… but whatever).

Something funny, though, and it could be in my head (because what isn’t in my head these days?) but during that time of the month (ovulation), I get more stares and attention than normal from the opposite sex. I’m convinced it has more to do with my not-so-subconscious “come and fuck me” vibe that I intentionally put out there (baboon vagina) than some sort of psychic awareness on anyone else’s part, but I could be wrong. Biology is fun.

Taking my Midlife Mama friend’s advice, I’m trying to not freak out so much about everything. These things take time and panicking isn’t helping matters, at all. It will all happen when it should, and until then, I’m going to enjoy what I do have – amazing children, fabulous friends and me, because I rock.

In other news, my birthday is rapidly approaching. 35 years. I’m about 10 years past what I thought would be my expiration date, so I’m not so sure how to take this decade development. Obviously I’m still here to wreak havoc, and I should celebrate my havoc wreakingness. I’m officially taking suggestions and presents.

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