September 16, 2017
The hurricanes could still mess up the wedding, and it's a week from today. Fiance snores in the next room. He slept on the couch away from me, which was better. We are right beside the teeth of temptation, tempting fate, but it won't be long now. As the chart says, I will be infertile when we finally get to have each other, but that part doesn't matter so much. I said I was going to consummate the marriage no matter what stage of the cycle we were in. So it will be what it will be. I keep dreaming of babies.