Ah, it's Friday.
Not that I don't have a ton of things going on this weekend, and every weekend until, uh, about mid September...but I don't have to be at work. And that is a very good thing.
Weekend is packed, again. I have a bridal shower on Saturday, and a surprise birthday party on Sunday. Neither of which I have bought a gift for yet! Guess that better be first on my list of things to do tomorrow.
Only EIGHT days until the triathlon. Wow. I didn't even workout today. Miss O. decided to sleep until ten, and so did I. It felt really good to just cuddle up and hang out in bed this morning. I only feel a little, tiny bit guilty.
And I'm 6DPO today, feeling nothing out of the ordinary.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Reamed Out
Tuesdays are acupuncture days. I look forward to my sessions, because I come out of them so relaxed. After the fiasco Monday night, with the leak in the basement, to say I was looking forward to my session would be an understatement!
Thank goodness my RE had warned me about my acupuncture practitioner's temper. I've been seeing her for about 6 weeks now, and I've experienced nothing but care and concern from her. This week was way different.
As soon as I walked into the room yesterday, she started questioning me, "Have you been eating dairy? Too much sugar?" I stammered out some excuses, some maybes...the barrage of questions continued. She finally told me, "Your face is breaking out, this is how I can tell you aren't following the diet!" And she looked MAD. For goodness sakes, it was a holiday weekend!
I'm trying really hard to follow the diet, but I love food, plus I'm cheap! But, I do want to get pregnant and stay pregnant. So, this morning, after the gym I went to the local health food store, and stocked up on sprouted bread, english muffins, pasta and brown rice. I don't exactly live in a metropolitan area, so I couldn't find half the things she's suggested, but I made do. I'm going to try and do better.
I just don't want to be yelled at again.
Thank goodness my RE had warned me about my acupuncture practitioner's temper. I've been seeing her for about 6 weeks now, and I've experienced nothing but care and concern from her. This week was way different.
As soon as I walked into the room yesterday, she started questioning me, "Have you been eating dairy? Too much sugar?" I stammered out some excuses, some maybes...the barrage of questions continued. She finally told me, "Your face is breaking out, this is how I can tell you aren't following the diet!" And she looked MAD. For goodness sakes, it was a holiday weekend!
I'm trying really hard to follow the diet, but I love food, plus I'm cheap! But, I do want to get pregnant and stay pregnant. So, this morning, after the gym I went to the local health food store, and stocked up on sprouted bread, english muffins, pasta and brown rice. I don't exactly live in a metropolitan area, so I couldn't find half the things she's suggested, but I made do. I'm going to try and do better.
I just don't want to be yelled at again.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
A Leak
I was sitting at work last night, with about two hours left to go in my shift when my cell phone rang. It was my husband and he sounded panicked.
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Photogrl: "Hello..."
M: "Hey, are you real busy right now?"
Photogrl: "Not really, why?"
M: "Can you come home?"
Photogrl: "Right now? What's wrong?"
M: "Well, I was doing some laundry...Uh, the basement is flooded."
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Apparently, after M. put a load of laundry in, the water hose that runs water to the washing machine decided to spring a leak. Not a little, slow dripping leak...a high pressure, soak anything within 100 feet around it leak!
Now, I have to give my husband kudos for doing laundry, and I know there was no way that he could have predicted that the water hose was going to blow, but he freaked out. He seriously expected me to come home from work immediately to help him clean up the mess. I had to explain that the washing machine breaking did NOT justify me leaving work. Basically, I had to walk him through his options...load Miss O. in the car, go to the hardware store, and fix the hose.
Luckily, when I got home at 11:30 last night, the washing machine was up and running again. M. had the shop vac out and was standing in the middle of the flood, looking lost. I looked around and there was water everywhere, including dripping from the heat ducts! I sent M. upstairs for towels, so that I could start wiping stuff down...what does he bring back? Baby towels and cloth diapers. I have a drawer in the hallway, full of Miss O.'s baby towels, washcloths, and even bibs. I just can't seem to pack them away...I think because that would mean that I lost all hope of every having another baby to use them on. So, I'm now surrounded by dripping water, bawling about the fact that I'm still the mother of an only child...great. I think my husband thought I had lost it.
Once I recovered, the cleanup really went pretty fast. My golf clubs had to be individually wiped down, my golf shoes had to be dumped out into the sink, and all the laundry waiting to be done was soaked. Of course, M.'s golf clubs were not wet, because he has been out golfing already this year. After emptying the shop vac twice, and almost 5 loads of laundry later, we are almost entirely dry.
I'm thankful that it only took $20 to fix the washer, and that none of my scrapbooking things were damaged. Whew. It's always something.
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Photogrl: "Hello..."
M: "Hey, are you real busy right now?"
Photogrl: "Not really, why?"
M: "Can you come home?"
Photogrl: "Right now? What's wrong?"
M: "Well, I was doing some laundry...Uh, the basement is flooded."
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
Apparently, after M. put a load of laundry in, the water hose that runs water to the washing machine decided to spring a leak. Not a little, slow dripping leak...a high pressure, soak anything within 100 feet around it leak!
Now, I have to give my husband kudos for doing laundry, and I know there was no way that he could have predicted that the water hose was going to blow, but he freaked out. He seriously expected me to come home from work immediately to help him clean up the mess. I had to explain that the washing machine breaking did NOT justify me leaving work. Basically, I had to walk him through his options...load Miss O. in the car, go to the hardware store, and fix the hose.
Luckily, when I got home at 11:30 last night, the washing machine was up and running again. M. had the shop vac out and was standing in the middle of the flood, looking lost. I looked around and there was water everywhere, including dripping from the heat ducts! I sent M. upstairs for towels, so that I could start wiping stuff down...what does he bring back? Baby towels and cloth diapers. I have a drawer in the hallway, full of Miss O.'s baby towels, washcloths, and even bibs. I just can't seem to pack them away...I think because that would mean that I lost all hope of every having another baby to use them on. So, I'm now surrounded by dripping water, bawling about the fact that I'm still the mother of an only child...great. I think my husband thought I had lost it.
Once I recovered, the cleanup really went pretty fast. My golf clubs had to be individually wiped down, my golf shoes had to be dumped out into the sink, and all the laundry waiting to be done was soaked. Of course, M.'s golf clubs were not wet, because he has been out golfing already this year. After emptying the shop vac twice, and almost 5 loads of laundry later, we are almost entirely dry.
I'm thankful that it only took $20 to fix the washer, and that none of my scrapbooking things were damaged. Whew. It's always something.
Monday, July 7, 2008
Crazy Life
Do you ever feel utterly, and totally overwhelmed?
I'm there right now. I'm smack dab in the middle of a cycle. My little sis is getting married in less than a month. I hate my job. I'm training for a triathlon.
How did this happen? I swear I didn't sign up for all of this...
Between making favors, dress fittings, acupuncture appointments, getting to the gym, and work, I have no time left for me. Not to say that I don't enjoy all these things, well, everything but work. I just don't feel like there are enough hours in a day right now.
And I want to have another baby? I must be crazy.
I'm there right now. I'm smack dab in the middle of a cycle. My little sis is getting married in less than a month. I hate my job. I'm training for a triathlon.
How did this happen? I swear I didn't sign up for all of this...
Between making favors, dress fittings, acupuncture appointments, getting to the gym, and work, I have no time left for me. Not to say that I don't enjoy all these things, well, everything but work. I just don't feel like there are enough hours in a day right now.
And I want to have another baby? I must be crazy.
Friday, July 4, 2008
Thursday, July 3, 2008
In Need Of Patience
Patience: Noun
1. the capacity for calmly enduring difficult situations
2. the ability to wait calmly for something to happen without complaining or giving up
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I'm quickly realizing that I am not a patient person.
Now, don't get me wrong, when it comes to Miss O, I'm as patient as a mother of a four year old can be. It's the rest of my life that is causing me to be impatient.
M. and I started trying to add to our family in September of 2005. That was 33 months ago, three miscarriages, and an ectopic pregnancy ago. It wasn't supposed to be this hard.
Every month is the same. AF, counting days, taking temps, deciding when I ovulated, and then the dreaded 2 week wait(2WW). The 2WW is the worst. It's when I totally over-analyze every symptom and twitch of my body. Often, I convince myself that YES, I am pregnant...
Obviously, I'm usually wrong about that.
1. the capacity for calmly enduring difficult situations
2. the ability to wait calmly for something to happen without complaining or giving up
::::::::::::::::
I'm quickly realizing that I am not a patient person.
Now, don't get me wrong, when it comes to Miss O, I'm as patient as a mother of a four year old can be. It's the rest of my life that is causing me to be impatient.
M. and I started trying to add to our family in September of 2005. That was 33 months ago, three miscarriages, and an ectopic pregnancy ago. It wasn't supposed to be this hard.
Every month is the same. AF, counting days, taking temps, deciding when I ovulated, and then the dreaded 2 week wait(2WW). The 2WW is the worst. It's when I totally over-analyze every symptom and twitch of my body. Often, I convince myself that YES, I am pregnant...
Obviously, I'm usually wrong about that.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
You, A Triathlon, Really?
About 3 months ago, right after a BFN (big fat negative) pregnancy test, when I was feeling really bad about the weight I had gained with Clomid...I had an "A-ha" moment. I thought to myself, I need to exercise more. My next thought was I want to do a triathlon. Crazy? I think I am.
Little background, I am a BIG girl. Like size 18 big. Over two years ago, after having Miss O, I worked really, really hard to lose 75 pounds. I weighed about 30 pounds less than I did when I conceived Miss O. I felt good about myself and my body. If you've struggled with IF & loss, it's hard to be proud of your body...and for about a year and a half I was proud of my body. Then came the ectopic pregnancy that robbed me of my left tube, then two more miscarriages...which landed me in an RE's office.
Since December, when at the RE's advice, I started Clomid...I have gained twenty pounds. That's right, 20 pounds! It's a combo of the drug, not eating well, and not exercising enough. I tend to eat for comfort and every cycle that was a failure, well, let's just say I wasn't eating veggies!
So, I have been training for the triathlon for about six weeks now...I'm in the homestretch now, as the race is July 19th. Two weeks from Saturday. My only goal is to finish it. If I can do it, somehow in my messed up mind, I can maybe start to love my body again.
Whether or not I have a second child.
Little background, I am a BIG girl. Like size 18 big. Over two years ago, after having Miss O, I worked really, really hard to lose 75 pounds. I weighed about 30 pounds less than I did when I conceived Miss O. I felt good about myself and my body. If you've struggled with IF & loss, it's hard to be proud of your body...and for about a year and a half I was proud of my body. Then came the ectopic pregnancy that robbed me of my left tube, then two more miscarriages...which landed me in an RE's office.
Since December, when at the RE's advice, I started Clomid...I have gained twenty pounds. That's right, 20 pounds! It's a combo of the drug, not eating well, and not exercising enough. I tend to eat for comfort and every cycle that was a failure, well, let's just say I wasn't eating veggies!
So, I have been training for the triathlon for about six weeks now...I'm in the homestretch now, as the race is July 19th. Two weeks from Saturday. My only goal is to finish it. If I can do it, somehow in my messed up mind, I can maybe start to love my body again.
Whether or not I have a second child.
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