i believe in science.

for those of you who know me, you know that im not crazy about spiritual mumbo-jumbo. i dont go to church, i cringe when someone says 'ill pray for you!', till recently i thought that mother mary was a prostitute, and im pretty sure we turn to dirt when we die. never the less, baby making can force one to act in strange ways.

i have been carrying around a purse of sorts that contains an odd assortment of items all in the attempts to appeal to whatever/whoever is incharge upstairs/downstairs. these items include the following:


1. "You are fertile" postcard from jj and cl

2. Saint Monica (the saint of mothers) from my mom-in-law

3. photograph of my grandmother when she was pregnant with my mother

4. holy dirt from NM

5. a pregnancy milagro

6. our most recent vial

7. an irish pin

8. a rosary and gold container from df

*fingers crossed!!*