TNTC - Not Pregnant

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yurble
After reading blondie's suggestion, I have realized that I have not really done enough to commemorate my TNTC status. I am getting one drop of blood tattooed to my inner thigh for every time I have successfully NCed, and I am also considering getting a halo over where each ovary is located, and maybe some angel wings on either side of the chute, if you don't think that would be too tacky. Please advise.

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yurble
After reading blondie's suggestion, I have realized that I have not really done enough to commemorate my TNTC status. I am getting one drop of blood tattooed to my inner thigh for every time I have successfully NCed, and I am also considering getting a halo over where each ovary is located, and maybe some angel wings on either side of the chute, if you don't think that would be too tacky. Please advise.

I don't think it's tacky at all. I applaud your decision to commemorate your angel eggs and your NC status. In fact, I think that every nine months, you should have a plaster cast made of your non-pregnasty belly and breasts to celebrate the beauty of non-conception. It really is quite the miracle in this day and age to have never borne children.

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reaperess
I don't think it's tacky at all. I applaud your decision to commemorate your angel eggs and your NC status. In fact, I think that every nine months, you should have a plaster cast made of your non-pregnasty belly and breasts to celebrate the beauty of non-conception. It really is quite the miracle in this day and age to have never borne children.

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nautilus
Make sure that the blood drops are kept really small, though, yurble! Otherwise-- depending on how many periods you have in your future-- you'll be fairly covered in red splotches. hilarious If they're kept tiny, no problem.

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amy
I feel that some of you on this thread need to mke a bit more of an effort to be supportive.:bawl

I have contributed no less than 2 posts already, not even including this one now, and had almost no appresheeyayshun shown for my taking the time to share with all of you some of the special highlights of my yooneek and amazing journey on the road that leads to non conception.:hello

One of my precious, special, amazing, snowflakishly one of a kind,superior,incomprarable angel eggs was brought out into the world this past week, I was generous enough to share this with all of you, and you barely aknowledged it! *sniff*:Violin

Not only is this a BIG DEAL, but I think this angel egg is gifted.Possibly autistic, too, so,since it's soooo special, I named it Laveighnderr Twatterfleigh. Yes, it's true It arrived early, demonstrating real go getter, initiative taking personality traits, just like meee meee meee taking the inititive to TNTC.


Now, WORSHIP, Dammit!hankyou

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yurble
I noticed, but we are their opposites in every way.

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yurble
I noticed, but we are their opposites in every way.

True true. It was a bit difficult to come up with the second sentence. It pains me to think that stuff comes naturally to some people. *shudder*

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yurble
Yesterday I checked my temperature, and double-checked my black cotton panties. It was the perfect time of month: no matter how much we boinked, it was highly improbable that I could possibly get pregnant even with a catastrophic contraceptive failure. I immediately called my DH and he was thrilled. We arranged to do the deed in the women's toilets at his office at 3 pm.

We were just about to get down to our safety dance when someone entered the restroom. We paused, and I peaked out the gap in the door, only to be completely horrified by the sight that assaulted my eyes. It was my DH's co-worker, and she was pumping her breasts! I felt myself rapidly become as dry as the Sahara at that horrible vision. I mean, doesn't this woman buy all that hype about restrooms being too filthy for babies to eat in? It figures: the one time that we want to use the restroom, thinking we were completely safe, someone decides it's clean enough for her to pump in.

I got dressed and told DH he was on his own and could deposit his crazy glue in the toilet if he wanted, but I had to get the hell out of there before I vomited. I exited the bathroom quickly and ran into DH's boss. "Have you seen DH (of course she didn't call him that, he's just my DH, lol!)?" she asked. "There was a horrible explosion at the maternity ward of the hospital and they need all the help they can get." I briefly envisioned a woman being told to push at the same time as the explosion went off, and the baby shooting completely across the room and out the window. I almost giggled at the mental image of the baby cannon.

"Nope, I haven't," I said innocently. "I was just looking for him. By the way, if you need all hands, you'll find Rachel in the bathroom."

She took my advice and Rachel soon came running out of the bathroom with her blouse still unbuttoned. While they ran off to deal with the 'emergency' I returned to the bathroom where DH was. After all, if his co-workers and clients don't safety dance (and both Rachel and everyone in the maternity ward clearly doesn't) they're no friends of mine.

Oh, yes.