The Move

The move has come and gone and I'm still here to blog about it, yay! I do still have some stuff that needs to be moved, but not much. I didn't get the packing help that I was expecting so my office is still a mess, but I don't know where I'm going to put the office in the new house anyway. I'll probably put it in the attic because the second bedroom is going to be the nursery.

Do what?

Yes, I said nursery. We got a positive pee test over the weekend and my blood test came back positive yesterday afternoon. As Rainn Wilson would say... My eggo is preggo. HOORAY!!!!

So Confused

Well, yesterday my temp dipped a little (to 98.1, which is still high for me). The exhaustion and nausea are slightly better. Now, though the nausea is back full force, and it brought it's good friend heartburn to play.

So, I know the shot is gone by now, I would have thought it was gone a few days, ago, though. So, the change in symptoms is confusing to me. I just wish there was some way to know Yes! Implantation has occured, today.

In other news, I got to babysit my niece H last night. It was so fun to spend time with her, without everyone else being up our keesters. I love my hubs and obviously her parents/grand-parents know her better than I, because they're always with her. But, I'd like to get to know her, without everybody else popping in their two cents. Maybe she does like gravy in her mashed potatoes, if they're prepared differently. Maybe she does like to be tossed in the air by some people. Maybe she's changed her mind about which doll is her favorite today. So, anyway, it was fun to just chill with the H-bug and get to know her for myself. We had a fun time.

OK, I've got to go struggle to maintain awakefulness (it's a word, now) until 6:00pm.

Before I get, the FertilityFriend pregometer is sitting at 97%...

Something New

I am so hot. Not like, "I'm gorgeous", but like "Who turned up the heat, it's 900 degrees in here."

I cannot recall ever having been this warm before. I'm sure it's happened, like when it's 90 degrees outside or something, but for real, it's cool out and I'm sweating in short sleeves and capri's. Normally, I'm the person running a space heater in August.

If this isn't a sign of successful implantation, I don't know what is. (In all realness, my temps are running about .3-.4 degrees higher than normal for this time of the month.) I guess we just have to wait for the beta on Monday to find out. Don't get me wrong, I'm going to be peeing on sticks before then, but I don't think I'll be able to trust it until Dr. Wonderful says "You are no longer PUPO, just pregnant, start the heparin injections." That's when it will be real, FertilityFriend be damned.

Speaking of my whore of a best friend, FertilityFriend, the "are you knocked up predictor" is up to a whopping 93%. Apparently constipation is a good thing. I'm going to have to respectfully disagree. Don't get me wrong, I'll gladly be constipated for a year if it means a baby, but I'm not going to call it a good thing.

Now that I've openly had hope for not one but three days in a row the universe will punish me swiftly and severely, I'm sure, so feel free to point and laugh when this happens. I'm sure the other shoe is preparing to drop any minute.

Time is Sooooo Slooooowwww

We are officially 8 dpo. Yes, I am referring to myself using the royal "we." Besides, I might be a we, so get off me, I'll do what I want! But for real, could the days until next Sunday be going any slower? I don't think they could. Unless... No, they are going as slow as is possible.

So, yesterday I had a huge temp spike. I made it all the way to 98.6!! I rarely do that during the day, so that has to be a good sign, right. I was 97.8 on Saturday and 98.6 on Sunday, so something has to have happened. The high temp remains today, so I'm taking that as a sign.

There's just nothing like spring to make that bitch Hope come out and play. Oh, well, hopes are high now, so be prepared for the inevitable crash, dear internets.

Are we wondering what that whore FertilityFriend has to say on the matter? 82% Which is officially the highest number I've gotten at this stage in the game. I give her no credence though. According to her I should have been pregnant many times before. (Yes, I've given gender to an emotion and a web site, again, I do what want!)

So now, back to the hope... I realized that I'd not yet posted the multiples math, here's what we got:

No Baby: 20.00%
Singleton: 80.00%
Twins: 16.00%
Trips: 3.20%
Quads: 0.64%

We have a higher chance of no baby than of twins. Also, yes, I'm aware that there is no mathematical model to predict success, and there's always a chance for no success. This is based off of the 1 in 5 chance of conceiving on a given normal ovulatory cycle (i.e. one egg, on one side) statistics to decide to go forward or not with the follies we had. Obviously we went forward.

OK, so now a little time has past. Let's hope more can pass more quickly.

Fighting Urge to POAS

I know it's too early. I know the way I'm feeling right now is from the trigger shot. I am fully aware that there is no way I could be pregnant, yet, and the zygote is still in transit from tube to ute and will need a couple days to hunker down once in said ute.

I know these things.

But, I still want to see those two lines NOW. Not on the 31st when that whore FertilityFriend thinks I should and not on the 27th when the nurse thinks I should, but RIGHT FREAKING NOW.

Two Week Wait, I Hate You

You are so cruel in the way that you slow down time.

You are so mean in the way that you make me think every little thing is a pregnancy sign.

I think you get a big kick out of watching me alternate between hope and despair 6 times an hour.

Suffice it to say, I don't like you and you're not my friend (to quote Big C). Unless I'm pregnant, then we can be friends again!

The MIL is Still Buggin' Me

OK, here's the thing, I don't want to see G hurt. I know that my going after his mother the way I'd like to right now will end in his being more hurt. She's already hurt him enough this week. However, I'm still feeling like boundaries need to be enforced. I did this once before. I changed our phone numbers, we moved and did not give her the address. Then G would call her when HE was up for it (blocking the phone number) and eventually, he felt like it was OK to give her the phone numbers and address. Then things were OK for a while. We've been through several rounds of OK and definitely NOT OK over the past 15 years. Although, we've never had to go back to the extreme of changing the phone numbers again.

If there weren't the possibility of a baby coming soon, I'd be right on board with that. But, I know G wants to be able to share the birth of his first child with his Mom. Of course he does. He wants a Mom that loves and respects him and is happy for him. He wants to have a normal, healthy relationship with her. I can't blame him for that, of course that's what he wants. I want it for him. On the other hand, that's not going to be possible with his mother.

Now, I understand that a big part of her problem is jealousy. She's jealous that I have a career and that I have been able to provide G with a better home than she was able to. She's jealous that I don't have to stay married to a man I hate because I have no job skills or way to support myself. She's jealous that I have a loving husband. She's jealous that I made good life decisions and she did not. She's jealous of G, too. It's conflicting her because on the one hand she weirdly kind of worships G, and on the other she's very jealous of him. Because he's happy and she isn't. I understand this kind of mentality, some members of my fathers family created it. But, I don't understand it coming from a mother to her child.

At any rate. I feel as if I cannot let this most recent episode go by without addressing it. It is apparent to me that if she will not be a decent person of of respect and love, then she will have to just behave like one out of fear of repercussion. For instance... calling names = hanging up the phone or leaving the restaurant. It's a crying shame that a grown adult should have to be trained the way one would train a puppy.

If anyone else has suggestions for dealing with a Monster-In-Law in a way that reduces stress (rather than adds to it), please feel free to share.

I have Honest Scrap!

My very first blog award, from Callie at May the Road Rise. Thank you, Callie! I truly appreciate the thought and it has come at a time when I could use a little encouragement!

Well, I'm guessing the rules of this kind of award are fairly well known, but I shall post them anyway :)

The rules:

1) Choose a minimum of 7 blogs that you find brilliant in content or design.

2) Show the 7 winners names and links on your blog, and leave a comment informing them that they were prized with “Honest Scrap.” Well, there’s no prize, but they can keep the nifty icon.

3) List at least 10 honest things about yourself.

OK, let's start with the honesty.

1) I don't have a lot of friend in real life. I have lots of pals and lots of transitory friends, but precious few actual, lifelong friends.

2) I'm a major food snob, when it comes to events/restaurants, but I love me some processed junk at home. Kraft Mac-n-cheese is just about heaven on earth when I'm feeling down.

3) I pick up accents without meaning to. If I'm talking to you, and I pick up your accent, I'm sorry, I really have no control over this.

4) I really don't like to work. Don't get me wrong, I have a great job and if I have to work, it's the best job for me, but I wish I could stay at home. Hopefully the move will help facilitate that one.

5) I used to sing a lot, like in choirs and musical plays, but I have RA and it damaged the joint that controls my vocal chords and now I don't sing well. I always sound like I have a sore throat.

6) I love to just chill and play the Sims for like hours sometimes on the weekends. Not every weekend, but once every 2-3 months I take a me day and eat junk food and play the Sims. It really helps me reset.

7) I have a strong aversion to talking on the telephone. Especially to people I don't know very well. There are less than five people I like talking to on the phone.

8) I totally agree with Callie on the hating to wear a bra and the needing to. It's hard to find a bra that fits in all three areas (band, cup, strap). I need a strap perfect.

9) I own a set of Sham-Wows! I like 'em, too.

10) I don't watch much TV, but I will hang up on my Mother for Jack Bauer. I love me some Jack Bauer.

And now, drum roll please *pretend I figured out how to type a drum roll* the award is passed on to:

• Barren is the New Black


• Bugaboo Envy


• Military Spice


• What You're Not Expecting When You're Trying to Expect


• Baby Smiling In Back Seat


• Conceive This!

A Letter to My Mother-In-Law

Preface: Things have been pretty hairy on the MIL front over the past couple of weeks, and now they're at critical mass. G is essentially shutting her off, to the point of wanting to change our phone numbers and not give her the address to the new house.



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Dear P,



Let me start by saying, I know you don't like me (and to be clear, I don't like you either). You never have. I also know that this has nothing to do with me. I could be anyone and you would still hate me, because you are a selfish person who wants to control and dominate. The problem is that you want to control and manipulate my husband, and that's not going to happen. See, G is a grown up with his own life and makes his own decisions. He likes it that way. He also likes having a wife who treats him like an adult and an equal and a partner. He does not like having a mother who is constantly undermining him and treating him like a child. He is 33 after all. Should you ever decide to be a grown up and accept this as a good thing, I know that he would love to have a healthy and normal relationship with you. But as things stand you are hurting him and pushing him away. That's all I'll say about G, because that's between you and him. I don't like seeing my husband hurt, but I know that I can't stop you from hurting him and I can't stop him from letting you, all I can do is be there to support him when you do.



On the subject of you and I; however, I do have more to say. For starters, you may have selective memory, and you may believe you were nice to me at some point throughout the years, but you were not. I have many witnesses to this fact, and if you'd like to sue me (and by proxy G) for slander, bring it on. In order for a statement to be slanderous it has to be false, so good luck winning a slander suit. You have said terrible things to me. You have called me terrible names. Most of this happened while I was still a minor, before I knew better than to speak to you. If you'd like to have a very public display of what a hateful person you were to a young girl who wanted nothing more than to be in love (and be your friend), then let's do it. I have neighbors who saw you pull up in front of my house and yell for me to come out so you could kick my a.ss. My family has listened on the phone as you called me every name in the book. Trust me, however you remember the last 16 years, you have not been a good person to me and there are lots of people who have seen it. So, I'd quit making slander lawsuit threats.



I'd also quit telling my husband that it's only a matter of time before I cheat on him. Unlike you, I love my husband. This statement has me pretty upset for two reasons. Firstly, you hurt my husband, and that's just not allowed. From anyone. Secondly, this is an example of a slanderous statement. There is absolutely no reason to believe that I'd ever cheat on Gar. We are in a loving marriage, built on Christ our savior. We have overcome many adversities together and have grown only stronger. What part of that suggests that I treat him poorly or am just moments away from screwing someone else? Don't project your crap and baggage onto me, I'm NOTHING like you. You may have screwed around on B (and who knows who else), and B may have screwed around on you, but you two are not me and G. Of course, it's not wrong when you do it... *note the dripping sarcasm*



Also, unlike you, apparently, I have better things to discuss with my friends and family than you. No, my mother and I don't just sit around bad mouthing you all day. As a matter of fact, other than when my husband calls me upset from a call or time spent with you, I don't even think about you. Don't get me wrong, I sometimes think of how unfortunate it is that my children won't have the benefit of two strong and loving Grandmothers like I had, but that's not about you, that's about my & G's children.



Whether you like it or not, G and I are having children. In fact, we might be pregnant right now. It's just too early to tell. We were not pregnant on Christmas, though, nor was I "faking it" as you claim. See part of my treatments involves taking an hcg shot, which makes you feel pregnant. Morning sickness and all for some. I'm one of the lucky ones who gets the false morning sickness. Thanks for being so concerned for my well being though, I know it was tough. At any rate, we are going to have children, whether they are biological or adopted or both. They probably will be both. See, we've waited until we were settled and mature to have children. (I know you were fully mature at 15, but most people aren't, also most 50 year olds don't still act they're 15, but whatever.) We BOTH want this. Yes, G wants to be a father. That's what happens when you wait until you're a grown up to make major life decisions, you WANT the responsibility, because you know it comes with rewards. I'm sorry that you feel G was burden and held you back in life. Although, considering Grandma had him most of the time, you were out partying or on a truck with your boyfriend or whatever you did for most of his childhood, I'm not really seeing how he was such a burden to you. He really appreciates you bringing it up all the time though. It really makes a person feel good to know their mother never really wanted them and feels like their life is worse for having them.



You can stop with the family pride. If that is what you're proud to be associated with, I'm quite glad to be an outsider. With the exception of the B family (C, P, C, J & H) your family are all trash. Yes, all. You have rapists, child molesters, thieves, child molesters, adulterers, liars, thieves, gold diggers, alcoholics, drug addicts and the like in your family who you adamantly defend as good people. Then have the gall to call me names and talk about my family. Really? Your sister who thinks it's OK to pour kerosene on a child's head to get rid of lice (oh, and who let the poor kid get lice) is a better person than my uncle the pastor? You have a cousin serving a life sentence in prison for molesting a child, who you see regularly and he's a good person, but I'm a bad person? Seriously, you have strange priorities when you would rather be associated with that lot than G and me. But, if that's what you call good people, I'm quite alright with you thinking I'm no good. Because, I'm not like those people. I only bring your family into things because you seemed to have a lot to say about mine this afternoon. Only what I'm saying about your family is true.



The bottom line, P, I don't care what you think of me or my family. I don't care if you hate me. I don't care if you want to call and leave me voice mails railing me for some thing or another. Really, I don't, because I don't care about you. But I do care about the effect of your actions on my husband, and if you love him as you claim to, you should care about that too.



F Off,



M

So Sleepy

I literally just slept straight through my lunch hour, and then some. Had my ovaries not woke me up, I might still be asleep. Speaking of the ovaries, OW! When do they stop hurting? My trigger was Saturday night, so I should have o'd at some point during the night last night, but they still hurt like the dickens.

So, I'm guessing the continued pain is probably a good sign, like everything ruptured the way it's supposed to. I guess we'll just have to wait and see. Two weeks.

What a Long Day!

I have had a very long day today. Made only longer by hot flashes, fatigue and a complete inability to sleep at night when I'm supposed to.

Today started with my psyanky class. Dad came with me, and I'm glad he did. We had a great time and made some beautiful pysanky. Well, my pysanka was OK, it's still not as good as I'd like it to be. Here I'll show ya...

Fun, right? Dad's was good, too. The instructor said his was an excellent first egg.

The instructor was a very sweet lady, and I just love her. Today was the first time we'd ever met, but she was so warm and sweet. We got onto the subject of children (she has seven!) and eventually onto fertility treatments (she has a neice with IVF twins). I shared with her that we were in the midst of treatments. (Yes, that's right, someone else brought up babies and infertility.) She asked questions and when I told her that we actually have some good news this cycle she was genuinely happy and hugged me. A practical stranger. It really struck me how that's the reaction I should be getting from our family and friends, or at least those who know what we're doing. I know I can't expect more from people than they have to give, but whatever, it was nice to have someone really care for change (not you dear internets, I know you care).

What really struck me though, was the contrast between this strangers reaction and G's mother's reaction. Now, I haven't mentioned G's mother veyr much on here, and that's because we don't speak. At all. There are many reasons, but suffice it to say I don't like her and she wishes I were dead so there you have it. Anyway, her reaction to our seeking fertility help was essentially that she thought we shouldn't have children, children ruin your life and she wasn't going to be tied down because we decided to go out and get knocked up. Oh, and she knows her son doesn't want children, so that fat bi.tch (that'd be me) must have manipulated him and she was going to talk to him and set him straight. Now, first of all, there was a time when that would have had me ready to claw her eyes out of her head, but I've been putting up with this nonsense long enough to just ignore it. Except when it's tearing my husband apart. He is sincerely hurt that his mother is so well... crazy? I really can't think of a better word. He's excited to have a baby, with me of all things. And for her to essentially tell him that he doesn't really want that, and etc... hurts his feelings. But, according to her the only reason his feelings are hurt is because I've manipulated him into hating her. Oi!

Like I said, long day...

Do you like to do it yourself?

So, I have several rather disconnected things on my mind tonight. For starters, I've turned the Facebook link back off. It's just too exposing. The whole purpose of the blog is to be able to be open and relatively anonymous. Since Facebook doesn't let me pick and choose what to bring over, I guess I'll have to do it myself. (A phrase which ALWAYS make me think of Elizabeth Banks in The 40 Year Old Virgin.) Don't get me wrong, I want to keep my RL friends apprised of what's going on, but I just can't deal with my hubs buddies knowing that my ovaries hurt when I poo.

Speaking of... my ovaries hurt when I poo! For realz! I think one of them may actually explode during ovulation. Wanna know something else? As long as I get knocked up, I think I'd be OK with that just to ease some of the pressure. I guess this should be a good thing, right? The follies are growing and what not.

I hope all of the follicles are coming along nicely. It's funny because, in my heart of hearts, I want twins. I've wanted twins for my entire life. Twins are a big deal in my family because we have many pairs, but few who both survived. My Dad is a twin, but his brother Larry died when they were less than one year old. Big C is a twin, but his twin was ectopic. My Gran was always pro-twin, and I think she has a lot to do with my always wanting twins. She used to talk about how twins run in the family and she said she hoped for twin great grand children. She almost (and I am NOT talking bad in any way about my Gran, who is a saint and whom I love dearly and miss daily) gave her twin desire to me as a responsibility. As if it were my destiny to deliver twin great grand-children to her. Now, she never said anything like that outright, but she also never had to. she was clearly disappointed when G and I had issues, because to her mind, I should have provided her first great grand-children and there should have been two. So, when my sister went first she wasn't happy about it until Big C was here (then she was in love him through and through). Then lots of my cousins started having babies, even some of the "younger" cousins, and while Gran was always happy about the babies, I always felt she was somehow disappointed in my lack of ability to "keep up." When her great niece had twins (using Clomid) she immediately called me to tell me to see the girls doctor. This was before G and I had even considered seeing a fertility specialist. I had my last miscarriage shortly after my Gran passed. The last words I said to her before she died were that I was pregnant (and she was the only person I told). She died the next morning. On the one hand, I know this isn't the case, but on the other I have to wonder... could she have been hanging on for her twins? All of that to say, with four follicles that twin hope is back. Don't get me wrong, I'll be ecstatic, jumping up and down praising the Lord from the highest tower if one healthy baby is the result of this madness. But... there could be two.

Well, I'm in a pickle, I've got so much more on my mind, and yet this post is so long already. You don't mind a little more rambling do ya? I didn't think so...

The other thing on my mind is my friend P. She's just had a baby a few weeks ago and like a complete as.shole I've not been to see her or the baby, yet. Now, she's a fellow IF'er, so she said in advance she'd understand if I had issues with being that close to a new baby. Truthfully, though, that wasn't it at all. I got sick. One sore throat and fever after another for four weeks. I have no immune system, and I thought I might have lymphoma, so I really didn't bi.tch about it too much. But, I pretty much spent all of February sick. Then since then, I've felt more like it's too late. Or I've missed my chance to do the right thing and see her (mind you, when I realized I was going to be sick a while, I sent flowers and e-mails). I feel like calling is an imposition and coming over will be inconvenient to her, but she'll say that it isn't to humor me. So, either I'm right, in which case we aren't as good as friends as I though we were. Alternatively, I'm right and I'm just a needy, pathetic thing who is being an as.shole. I don't know which is worse. Of course, the most likely scenario is that I'm crazy and am projecting my own low self worth onto other people. I feel really badly because I really love her, but I'm not sure how to get things back to normal after being absent when I should not have been.

See, this is why I don't open up to many RL friends, and why I had to turn off the Facebook link once and for all.

Houston We Have Eggs

Four of them to be exact. Well, technically we have follicles. Four. Big ones. Yay!

I've been on a date with the wand again this morning and my favorite u/s nurse, Dorinda, found two 16mm follicles on each side! That is officially my best response, yet. So we are all set to trigger on Saturday!

This could be it!!!! Of course, the universe will now have to punish me for daring to have hope, but screw it, I'm going to anyway!!

Selling the house

Yes, I'm selling my house, or trying to anyway. When we were in the midst of "Cancer Scare '09" (as I'm now referring to February) G and I discussed some possible ways to financially manage with me not working. The best plan we could come up with was sell the house and rent one of my mother's houses. Selling the house frees enough money to pay off a credit card, and hopefully a car. With the debt paid off we would be in better financial shape if I were sick and couldn't work. So, then when it turned out I wasn't cancer ridden I thought, hey... no reason we couldn't still do the move plan. It still makes sound financial sense, to me. So, we're gearing up to do just that. Yay!

I'm actually pretty excited about moving. Those of you who know me, know that while I like my little house, I'm completely over it. There are lots of little things really bugging me lately about my house and neighborhood. Oh, right, and some big things, like strangers in hot tub, and living next door to a fire station. But for real, the fire station is close. Anyway, I'm over it and ready for something new.

I'm also excited about moving because of it's implications of leaving behind the old. Sure, there are good memories in this house, but there are lots of bad ones. All of our infertility woes have been in this house. All four miscarriages happened in this house. G & I have had our fair share of marital disharmony in this house as well. I feel like moving will be leaving all of that behind and starting over. Obviously, I don't think that somehow my body will change and miraculously everything will be alright, but I do think that making a physical change is a step in the direction of hope.

In other news... Thursday's my next date with the ultrasound wand. While I'm not the biggest fan of being poked and proded first thing in the morning, I am really looking forward to learning how many follicles we have and how big they are. Mrs. Left has been making her presence known over the past day or two, so I'm sure there's something going on over there. I'm praying for four, hoping for two and bracing myself for one. The right one. The good one.

Who was in the hot tub?

Well, not me, that's for damn sure. So, who was? I don't know.

The other night G went out with some friends and I went over to my Mom's for a visit. When I got home all of the icicles were broken off of the cover, the jets were on high, the lights were on and the bubbles were on. I didn't see any footprints, but the back of the hot tub is adjacement to grass, so that doesn't mean much. The jets only stay on high for 15 minutes. I literally just missed someone who wasn't me or G using my hot tub.

I need to move. I am so tired of my neighborhood and this little incident is just the icing on the cake.

Baseline Results

Well, I had my day 5 baseline ultrasound today. The ladies showed up for the camera and smiled pretty showing off 10 nice little follicles. That is more than double what we had at this point in December, so that's good news. In December, which I didn't document at all because I'm a bad blogger, I only got one mature egg. So we're hoping more follies means more eggs, and I only need one good one.

Right, so my U/S nurse was super chipper this morning and she's all "Think positive, they're just like little plants, talk to them and make them grow" and do you know her good mood rubbed off. I might have to stop by there on my way to work just to get some of Dorinda's contagious good mood!

Feeling Hopeless

and bitter, and grouchy, and restless, and, and, and did I mention I'm on 150mg of Clomid? I know it's not the hormoniest of hormones, but I'm blaming my bad mood on it anyway, because I can.

So, yes, I'm feeling quite hopeless today. I've got a date with a wand on Wednesday and I'm sure it'll be all "Yay!" but I don't feel all "Yay!" Every other time things go all "Yay!" they don't turn out fine, and isn't that what's important? Frankly, I don't care if all of the preliminary's look spotty if the end result is a baybee. But, who am I kidding, right? Oh, well, best not to get the internets thinking I'm more depressed than I am.

She did what, now?

One of my friends in Lexington sent me a news article today to ask if I knew the jackass in question, because the incident happened near my home, and I just could not help but to comment on the situation. So, what's the situation?



A woman, who I will not name (but whose name you can read here: http://www.wpxi.com/irresistible/18831330/detail.html) was pulled over near my home for breast feeding her infant, while talking on her cell phone, while driving her other children to school. When questioned the woman said that she would take the officer's advice under consideration, but would do it again if she thought she needed to. That really happened.



Now I'm going to skip my normal bout of, "this crazy broad can have kids, I'm pumping myself full of hormones and contemplating the insane costs of IVF but, this irresponsible, reckless, crappy excuse for a mother can have kids all day long" and go straight to "WTF!" Well, maybe I won't skip it. But shit, I'm bitter.



I guess what bothers me isn't just that she was nursing and driving, although that's enough. It's that she was nursing and talking on her cell phone and caring for other children and driving. Either this woman really doesn't have a handle on time management, or she just doesn't care. I just can't fathom the phone conversation that was so important that it had to take place while nursing and driving. I also can't imagine how hungry the baby must have been to have made it necessary to nurse right then. I'm not advocating letting a kid starve by any means, but c'mon, was waiting 10 minutes any more likely to kill the poor thing than the whole nursing/talking/driving situation? I'm tending to think, probably not. Were the other kids running so late for school she couldn't stop for a few minutes before walking out the door? I haven't even started on the endangerment to the other kids in the car.



This brings me back to my friend, who has a theory... The world would be a better place if everyone had to take a pill to have a baby, rather than have to take one to prevent having a baby. I wouldn't wish infertility on anyone (well, except maybe this broad), but I'm starting to see why she feels this way.

Clomid, again...

Everybody batten down the hatches. The Clomid cyclone is getting ready to take off!

OK, it wasn't that bad last time I used it, but I did get a little bitchy (beware...). I know, hard to imagine me being bitchy and unreasonable. HA! Poor G, I've been a bitchy mess for like a week now, and it's going to get worse, right when it should be getting better.