A visitor finally showed up today, 78 days after her last visit. 'Bout damn time! I stopped taking The Pill in early June, and hadn't had my period since. I was driving down the road today thinking about how I need to call my doctor and find out what the hell is going on, but that I couldn't call from my cubicle, because that would be weird. So I would need to look up the number, go out to my car and make the call, and what a pain in the ass! Why can't I work from home?? Anyway, I got back to the office and went to the restroom, and BAM! There she was. I can honestly say, this is the first time in my life I have sent someone a text message about starting my period. And I bet it's the first time in my husbands life he has received one.
Two weeks from now, we're gonna try and make a baby. I heard someone say that you should have sex for 10 days straight during the time when you are ovulating. Woo baby! Won't that be fun?!
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
49 days and counting...
I haven't had a period in 49 days. That's weird. I never thought that I would ever really want to get my period. Especially since I'm trying to get pregnant!! But, it sure would be nice for old Aunt Flo to visit, so my little ovaries can send that egg down the chute, and...well, you know the rest.
No one told me I might deal with this after getting off the pill. Makes me wonder what other things no one has told me.
No one told me I might deal with this after getting off the pill. Makes me wonder what other things no one has told me.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
A Test
I'm one month into this whole "trying" thing, and I've already taken a pregnancy test. This could get expensive. Not to be too graphic, but I haven't had a period in 42 days. And counting. That's not a bad thing...I am trying to get pregnant! But seriously, 42 days?
So, James and I decided we would get a pregnancy test at the grocery store. This decision in and of itself was, well, strange. First of all, I had no idea where the pregnancy tests were located in the store. By the condoms and yeast infection medicine, of course. Once we found them, we stood there for 10 minutes trying to figure out which one to get. E.P.T, First Response, Clear Blue Easy....???? Is this one of those times in my life where brand name is important, or can I indulge in my frugality and go with store-brand? One test or two? We decided on a pack of two tests, store brand. The whole time I was at the store I kept trying to hide it in my cart. What if I ran into someone I knew?
When we got home, I read the directions. I always thought you took a pregnancy test with your first morning pee. I have no idea why I thought that, but I did. So when the directions said you could take it any time of day, we decided to go ahead and do it then. I wanted James to be there when I took it, in case it came back positive. How sad would that be if I took the test without him, and had no one to share the good news with?!
We got out a watch and I peed on the stick. Then we stood around for two minutes kind of shuffling and giggling, like a couple of middle schoolers. It was negative.
At this point, I wasn't devastated or surprised. I was a bit relieved, since I'd had more than my fair share of beers and margaritas while my brother was in town. I would have been shocked it it came out positive...shocked, but happy.
So now, the waiting game. I wait to get my period, so I can know how long my cycle is, so I can know when I am ovulating, so I can know when to have sex. Or, I can just relax and have sex with my sweet hubby. Think I'll go that route for now...
So, James and I decided we would get a pregnancy test at the grocery store. This decision in and of itself was, well, strange. First of all, I had no idea where the pregnancy tests were located in the store. By the condoms and yeast infection medicine, of course. Once we found them, we stood there for 10 minutes trying to figure out which one to get. E.P.T, First Response, Clear Blue Easy....???? Is this one of those times in my life where brand name is important, or can I indulge in my frugality and go with store-brand? One test or two? We decided on a pack of two tests, store brand. The whole time I was at the store I kept trying to hide it in my cart. What if I ran into someone I knew?
When we got home, I read the directions. I always thought you took a pregnancy test with your first morning pee. I have no idea why I thought that, but I did. So when the directions said you could take it any time of day, we decided to go ahead and do it then. I wanted James to be there when I took it, in case it came back positive. How sad would that be if I took the test without him, and had no one to share the good news with?!
We got out a watch and I peed on the stick. Then we stood around for two minutes kind of shuffling and giggling, like a couple of middle schoolers. It was negative.
At this point, I wasn't devastated or surprised. I was a bit relieved, since I'd had more than my fair share of beers and margaritas while my brother was in town. I would have been shocked it it came out positive...shocked, but happy.
So now, the waiting game. I wait to get my period, so I can know how long my cycle is, so I can know when I am ovulating, so I can know when to have sex. Or, I can just relax and have sex with my sweet hubby. Think I'll go that route for now...
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Crafting my brains out...
Happy Birthday, America! In celebration of your birthday, I have been sewing. Uhh, really, the sewing is in celebration of a couple of days off. Sorry.
First up, a skirt. My very first skirt. Now that I know how simple they are to make, I'm sure it won't be my last. Lucky for me, I can make a skirt out of less than a yard of fabric. I purchased this fabric for about $5 a yard, so that skirt cost me maybe three bucks. And no one else has one like it! Yippee!!
Next project: pillows for my patio set. The set actually came with pillows, they just happened to be horribly ugly. So, I convinced my husband to go to Joann fabrics with me to pick out some new fabric for the pillows. Joann had their outdoor fabric on sale last week for 50% off, but I didn't buy any then because I wanted James' opinion, or rather, his blessing. He happens to have a very good eye for design, so I take advantage of it when I can. Plus, he uses the patio furniture, too, so he shouldn't absolutely loathe the fabric that's on the pillows, right? Anyway, we get there today and the damn fabric isn't on sale anymore. I don't care. I justify buying it full price ($16 a yard) by reminding myself that if I were to buy pre-made pillows, I would pay three times that. So, what does any self-respecting cheapo do? I deconstruct the original pillows, reusing the piping and stuffing to make the gorgeous and fun new pillows!
My last project was totally unplanned, but brilliant. We were perusing the Pottery Barn this afternoon, and I happened upon a bright, floral pillow cover, on sale for $3. Well, anything that the Pottery Barn is selling for three bucks must be purchased out of principle, right? When I get to the counter to pay for it, turns out it isn't a pillow cover at all...it's a placemat! AND...it was actually $1.97! Hell yeah! I took that sucker home and promptly deconstructed it (this girl would never dispose of fabric). The placemat became a pillow cover! Gorgeousness! I can't wait to enjoy margaritas on my patio with my lovely new pillows.
First up, a skirt. My very first skirt. Now that I know how simple they are to make, I'm sure it won't be my last. Lucky for me, I can make a skirt out of less than a yard of fabric. I purchased this fabric for about $5 a yard, so that skirt cost me maybe three bucks. And no one else has one like it! Yippee!!
Next project: pillows for my patio set. The set actually came with pillows, they just happened to be horribly ugly. So, I convinced my husband to go to Joann fabrics with me to pick out some new fabric for the pillows. Joann had their outdoor fabric on sale last week for 50% off, but I didn't buy any then because I wanted James' opinion, or rather, his blessing. He happens to have a very good eye for design, so I take advantage of it when I can. Plus, he uses the patio furniture, too, so he shouldn't absolutely loathe the fabric that's on the pillows, right? Anyway, we get there today and the damn fabric isn't on sale anymore. I don't care. I justify buying it full price ($16 a yard) by reminding myself that if I were to buy pre-made pillows, I would pay three times that. So, what does any self-respecting cheapo do? I deconstruct the original pillows, reusing the piping and stuffing to make the gorgeous and fun new pillows!
My last project was totally unplanned, but brilliant. We were perusing the Pottery Barn this afternoon, and I happened upon a bright, floral pillow cover, on sale for $3. Well, anything that the Pottery Barn is selling for three bucks must be purchased out of principle, right? When I get to the counter to pay for it, turns out it isn't a pillow cover at all...it's a placemat! AND...it was actually $1.97! Hell yeah! I took that sucker home and promptly deconstructed it (this girl would never dispose of fabric). The placemat became a pillow cover! Gorgeousness! I can't wait to enjoy margaritas on my patio with my lovely new pillows.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
The King is dead
And I'm not talking about Elvis, folks. Yes, Elvis was the King...of rock and roll. But my musical tastes are of the pop variety, and my age makes me a child of the 1980s, so my King was Michael Jackson.
We all know he was strange, weird, bizarre, whatever. And he was, with all the plastic surgery, the hyperbaric chamber, and Bubbles the Chimp. Not to mention the "I like boys to sleep in my bed" saga. But what can't be denied is that the man was a musical genius. He was put on this earth to be a pop sensation like no other.
I was 5 years old when Thriller was released. I specifically remember opening the album and seeing the picture of Michael with the tiger cub, the way the photo was soft, almost blurry. Never before and not since, has there been an album of absolute perfection, song by song. My personal favorite...P.Y.T! His music was synonymous with my childhood. My mom used to play Thriller and when Vincent Price laughed at the end, she would turn up the volume REALLY LOUD and I would laugh. It's one of my favorite childhood memories, and to this day, I call mom on Halloween and do the same thing.
There was alot of talk lately about a Michael Jackson comeback. I never thought he would "come back" to his glory days. It just wasn't realistic. But I never dreamed he would die at 50 years old. His music will surely live on, though, and when I have a little girl, I'll play Thriller for her and turn up the speakers, and she'll laugh, too.
We all know he was strange, weird, bizarre, whatever. And he was, with all the plastic surgery, the hyperbaric chamber, and Bubbles the Chimp. Not to mention the "I like boys to sleep in my bed" saga. But what can't be denied is that the man was a musical genius. He was put on this earth to be a pop sensation like no other.
I was 5 years old when Thriller was released. I specifically remember opening the album and seeing the picture of Michael with the tiger cub, the way the photo was soft, almost blurry. Never before and not since, has there been an album of absolute perfection, song by song. My personal favorite...P.Y.T! His music was synonymous with my childhood. My mom used to play Thriller and when Vincent Price laughed at the end, she would turn up the volume REALLY LOUD and I would laugh. It's one of my favorite childhood memories, and to this day, I call mom on Halloween and do the same thing.
There was alot of talk lately about a Michael Jackson comeback. I never thought he would "come back" to his glory days. It just wasn't realistic. But I never dreamed he would die at 50 years old. His music will surely live on, though, and when I have a little girl, I'll play Thriller for her and turn up the speakers, and she'll laugh, too.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Babies are like cars
Have you ever decided you were going to by a new car, or in my case, a new-old car? Once you decide on the model you want, you see that car everywhere. Years ago, when I narrowed my choice from Nissan Maxima or Infiniti G35 to just the G35, all of the sudden I started to see G35s all over town. How come I hadn't noticed them before? That's how I feel about babies. Now that I've decided I want one (well, I always wanted one, I just didn't want one right then), I see babies everywhere I turn! They're on TV, at the grocery store, at work, in my friends pictures on Facebook. It's all good, though. Soon enough, I'll have a baby and everyone else who wants one will be noticing mine.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
A disagreement
It wasn't even so much as a disagreement, more like a surprising difference of opinion between two people who generally agree on everything.
James and I were having our daily download--you know, when you and your mate go through all the ridiculous things everyone else said or did that day and remind each other that you are surely the only normal people alive--when the topic of finding out the sex of a baby came up. (Hey, everyone we know is either pregnant right now, just had a baby like, this week, or already has kids, so these things come up.) So, I mention that I think it's really cool when people choose to NOT find out the sex until birth. James looks at me and says, "You wouldn't want to know what you're having?" Uh oh. Discord. This is so rare, what do I do? How can he not be in complete agreement with me? So, I revert back to my days of debate club (don't laugh) and start in on him. "Tell me why you think you need to know the sex?" and "They have unisex baby stuff, you know." and "It would be the most awesome surprise ever!" and "Think about HOW MUCH MORE AMAZING AND EXCITING the birth would be?!"
And he agreed.
James and I were having our daily download--you know, when you and your mate go through all the ridiculous things everyone else said or did that day and remind each other that you are surely the only normal people alive--when the topic of finding out the sex of a baby came up. (Hey, everyone we know is either pregnant right now, just had a baby like, this week, or already has kids, so these things come up.) So, I mention that I think it's really cool when people choose to NOT find out the sex until birth. James looks at me and says, "You wouldn't want to know what you're having?" Uh oh. Discord. This is so rare, what do I do? How can he not be in complete agreement with me? So, I revert back to my days of debate club (don't laugh) and start in on him. "Tell me why you think you need to know the sex?" and "They have unisex baby stuff, you know." and "It would be the most awesome surprise ever!" and "Think about HOW MUCH MORE AMAZING AND EXCITING the birth would be?!"
And he agreed.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
It's On
Today, I took my last birth control pill. Tomorrow, we officially begin the "we're trying to have a baby" stage of our lives. It's strange, but in a good way of course. I have been on the pill for, like, ever. I have never missed a pill, never gone off and gotten back on. I have never tried to have a baby before, never even had a pregnancy scare.
The decision to have a baby was an easy one. The decision of when to have a baby was a bit more difficult. James and I always knew we wanted to be parents, but there are certain things in life that we wanted to accomplish and other things that needed to be "in order," like jobs and finances. While I don't think you can ever be completely financially ready for a baby, it was important to us that we have some security in that area. We've been talking about a baby for a year or so, and agreed that 2009 was the year we would start trying. The plan was, we would hike the Grand Canyon, then get down to business. Well, the Grand Canyon trip was canceled (postponed?), and we took a cruise instead. And now here we are.
How long will it take for me to get pregnant? Will it be easy? Could I be infertile? Who knows. What I do know is that this will be a journey like none we have ever taken before. Stay tuned!
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