Sunday, April 18, 2010

Have ya heard?

In case you haven't heard, we're infertile. As I've mentioned before, we're seeking an IVF doctor and we have an appointment on April 26. Unfortunately until then, we're just the same 'ole couple we've been for the last two years that can't get pregnant. I don't know why I'm having such a hard time having the positive attitude that this will all work out, but I'm struggling. Everyone is so supportive and reminds me to just make it until the 26th and then we'll know more. As much as I want to know more, the thought that this will ultimately be our last effort is very hard to accept. I keep wondering if we've drawn the short straw.

Russia ceasing adoptions this week doesn't help anything either. We just had a great discussion with my cousin who adopted from Russia; we (I think Michael too) were just starting to warm up to the idea. My heart aches for all the families who were in the process of bringing a little one home only to have it suddenly halted. I wonder how the family that sent the little boy back to Russia feels? It's not a's a child. The aftermath is felt even in our home.

The emotional part of this challenge is, as I'm frequently reminded, the hardest part. Why crosses my mind several times a day. It's weird, though, lately. I don't have all the other emotions right now. Just why. Why is this happening?

Why us? Then again, I wouldn't off-load this burden and heartache to anyone so, then again, why not us?

Monday, April 12, 2010

I'll be back...

Lots to blog about, not so much time to do it! Another 9pm night from work. Anyhoo, lots going on - I just need to sit down and write...which I will do soon.

Our computer crashed, but came Michael to the rescue and saved our pictures. Our contacts with birthdays, addresses, anniversaries, emails, etc. are all gone, though. It will be a year of rebuilding the contacts so appease me if you get that request as I start to rebuild our Christmas card list (OK, fine...future birth announcement list for those who think ahead...apparently I think waaayyyy ahead). :)

Until I write again...

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Top 10 Reasons going to a Bret Michael's Concert is Cool

I went to a Brett Michael's concert on Friday. Even more amazingly, it was the 2nd time I've been to see him at the same venue. And you just thought you knew me! So it turns out that I'm not who you fact, I'm a (gasp) Bret Michael's fan. Here's the top 10 reasons why:

1. He puts on a good show and we had center, 4th row seats.

2. I know all the words to the Poison songs and can sing along and act a fool.

3. Everyone at the concert had the wiggles. By mid-concert, even I had the wiggles.

4. Excellent people watching. Don't stare, though, you'll get your a*# kicked.

5. This preppy white girl almost got into several altercations. I had to get one lady kicked out. Turns out that Bud-Light and Brett Michael's make already crazy people turn into absolute zoo creatures. I'll elaborate more on this one...a lady a few seats down on me threw her full drink on her date. A few drops went on me so I turned my head to see what happened. She saw me look and then decided she should kill me. Then she smacked me on the behind when I walked past her when I had to go to the bathroom. Then she began making out with the guy she threw the drink on. Then she got into another fight with him. Cue security - I'd had enough. All the while, I had to sit on my cousin Robin so she didn't defend my honor. Fight #2 of the evening was when the girl in front of us stood in her chair. We very nicely asked her to get down several times. On the last time my mom asked her to please get down so we could see, the chair-crawler called her the nastiest double-cuss you could imagine. Good thing I'm civilized, 30, sober and trying to get pregnant. Otherwise, I might have gotten my butt kicked all over the place trying to defend my mom's honor!
Just call us the bouncers!

6. Brett never cussed, played tribute to our troops, and raised money for Diabetes charity.

7. I love that the same guy that hooked up with 50 different women in Rock of Love (TV show) actually has a conscience to raise money for charity.

8. I took a picture with the drummer. I don't think his alma mater is TCU, but he still has purple hair which I love.

9. I got to wear my black leather knee boots and black leather jacket and, considering the crowd, could still be considered conservative.

10. I'm a sucker for pretty blue eyes!! lol!

I'm not going to lie, I was dreading it a bit after a full week's worth of work. Lately I've been feeling like hitting the couch on Fridays way more than hitting a concert, but it actually turned out to be a lot of fun.

Monday, April 5, 2010

Oh I wish I were an extroverted weiner...

Well half that is true. I thought of the blog title getting ready for bed. It was actually just going to be..."Oh, I wish I were an extrovert". Then, I got the Oscar-Meyer jingle in my head and, well you know, had to share.

I wish I were extroverted so I wouldn't feel like a smushed putty when I get home from work. Today I got to work at 7am to get some work done before the action started. We have over 40 people smashed into less than 5,000 square feet of office space. Right now I'm acting as the greeter, operator, receptionist and whatever else the day calls for in addition to my regular job. And no, an Executive Assistant to the President isn't a secretary. If I get referred to a secretary one more time, I might just...oh, who am I kidding? I'll just get really pissed and sulk. Anyhoo, today I reception-ed. Literally, 12 hours of visiting and answering the phone. I wonder who is going to do my work? I guess me in my "off" time.

Getting back to why I wish I were extroverted...I just wish I fed off of chaos and other people's energy. It is just one of those traits I wish I had. But I don't. So my smushed little putty brain is hitting the hay and going to try again tomorrow!

One quick prayer request though, s'il vous plaƮt. Please pray for our friends MarJoe. (Think collectively, like Bennifer or Brangelina.) They had their IVF transfer today. I'll write a dedicated post about their journey with infertility, maybe tomorrow. For this evening, let's pray for a lush, uterine environment for those two little eggs they implanted. Please Lord, let them be blessed with a healthy pregnancy. Amen.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Smart (adjective): Steve

This blog is good for two things – griping about infertility and giving much overdue shout outs. It’s a good day when I feel like doing the latter. So on this glorious day…

I’d like to give a shout out to the person who resurrected my dictionary when I met him in 2001 and now (yay! for modern technology) I have Wikipedia saved as a favorite thanks to his vocabulary. If he were that Dos XX commercial it would go like this:
His Christmas letter takes the reader until the next Christmas to finish and comprehend.
His poodle is smarter than your high school English teacher.
His knowledge of film, art and music make you feel like you’ve lived under a rock for the last 30 years.
He beat the inventor of scrabble at his own game.
He is the most Smartest-est Man in the World.

He’s my step-father-in-law (FIL) and his birthday is tomorrow. In honor of this day, I give him what every FIL would naturally want – a shout out on an infertility blog. I mean really, who wouldn’t want to be given the ‘ole Happy Birthday in this fashion?

So happy birthday, Steve. Michael and I are happy you are in our lives. We kind of like that wife of yours too!

Oh, and if you readers think I’m over exaggerating on his smart-ness, check out his blog: