My darling husband does not understand my blogging. And he thinks you, yes you, are just as weird as I am. I just said something about Mel and called her an infertile (he was thinking I was talking about one of our friends - um, no, *she* got knocked up the first month she tried) and he started laughing. Apparently when you start talking about fertiles vs. infertiles it starts sounding like a prissy gang war.
For the record, in case any of you fertiles are reading and thinking about making a move, just know- I will cut a bitch.
Edit: I forgot - a few people asked for the cake recipe. I just used boxed white cake mix. Once it was out of the oven I poked a million holes with a chopstick and poured a mixture of one can of coconut milk and one can of sweetened condensed milk over it slowly. I put it in the fridge for eight hours and then covered it in whipped cream. The whipped cream had some powdered sugar and vanilla in it. Then I threw some toasted coconut on that. Yum.