Taylor
“What the..." I bolt upright, awakened from sleep by The Imperial March from Star Wars. Nervously, I scan the room. I'm in my room at Kennedy's. My new blackout curtains keep the room perfectly cool and dark. Why is my cell phone alarm set for...I pick up my iPhone to see it is six a.m. “Too early," I growl to the walls of my new home. As I replace my phone on the bedside table to retreat into slumber, I notice a print out.
Oh yeah, today I start logging my temperature. I sat my alarm for six, so I could take it daily before Jackson wakes up for work. This way, when I'm ovulating, I can text him and he will still be at work on time. Barring any stage fright on his part at the collecting of his super-swimming sperm.
I place the thermometer under my tongue. My eyes cross as I try
