Mother's Day and a week later...

I will start this blog with the ending... I finally set my ob/gyn appointment and went to it today.


Now, rewind to last Friday:

I woke up curious because I was a day late... yes, for my period.

I crawled out of bed after Zack went to the gym and rummaged through my bathroom cabinet for a pregnancy test. I went through the usual routine of peeing in the cup and inserting the stick... this was the result...


Sooo.... We're PREGNANT!!!!!!!!!!

A WHOLE YEAR LATER!!!!!

We told our mothers on Mother's Day. I bought my mom a book for her to record her life and reactions to her first grandchild, and I got his mother a baby onesie that said "Its all good with Grandma."




My mom opened her gift first. She looked at the book, and at first, it didn't register with her. Then, she looked up at me and whispered, "Really?" then she repeated herself two more time with increasing volume until it was a scream, "REALLY, REALLY?!?!?!?!"

It was all hugs, tears, and smiles going on at our place... especially 30 seconds later when everyone else caught on.

Needless to say, my mom has already planned to have Merry Maids come to the house and clean the spare room (and rest of the house). My sister-in-law immediately went into planning a fabulous December baby shower by asking me how many people I would want to attend because the location depends on the numbers of attendees.

All-in-all, it was an amazing moment!

The plan is to keep it from being announced to the masses until late July when the second trimester rolls around... we'll see how that goes...

Well, today was my first OB appointment with my new doctor at the new doctor's office, and I loved it! As I walked onto the elevator to go to the 4th floor, I noticed that one of the doctors at the AWS office was holding the elevator door for me. He asked which floor I was going to, and I said "Four... You graduated from Mercer, right?"

I'm sure he was thinking, "Yeah, and you're a stalker", but he smiled and said that he had. I smiled and told him that him being a graduate of Mercer was one of the reasons I chose their office because I also graduated from Mercer (and that practically makes us family!).

I didn't chose him as my doctor, but I did chose Dr. Smith. A woman who is the mother of triplets and loves being an educator for women entering different life stages... Seriously, who better to be the doctor of a teacher than doctor who teaches???

While she viewed my cervix, I told her why I chose her as my doctor (because it makes the experience of having a stranger poke around in your womanly parts a little less uncomfortable). She stated that she went to college to be a math teacher and that it had been her dream, and that after talking with her mother (who is also a math teacher) she became side tracked and became a doctor. I had to correct her and let her know that NO ONE becomes side tracked and becomes a doctor... NO ONE!

Now, if she were like me, it would be a totally different story... I went to college with dreams of being a doctor, and then I was side tracked and failed (and dropped) chemistry... I later (after a career change) became a teacher. (side note: I adore being a teacher!)

Anyway, I totally love my new doctor and the office and their website! I think we'll have a great relationship!

(Not So) Happy Anniversary!!!!!

So... because I don't usually keep up with dates and tracking for my period and such, I couldn't remember when exactly I stopped taking birth control. I just always assumed I stopped taking it at the end of last May, so in order to find out, I checked my claims information online through my insurance.

Yeah... so, I just saw that I actually stopped taking it at the end of April! Right now is exactly a year since I stopped taking birth control. This seriously sets a fire under my azz to go to the Gyno for another exam.

Fish Dreams

I got so frustrated with our baby making game plan that I threw it out the window... And I almost mean that literally. I passive aggressively stopped doing everything that we did last month because I've got other stuff to do beside laying on my back for an hour after getting busy.

So, I have employed another "technique". Please notice the quotations around the word... Notice them because this new technique is anything but a technique. What I've started doing is waiting for someone I know, preferably a family member, to have a dream about fish.

Why???

Because the theory is that when someone dreams of fish, it means that someone is pregnant. It worked when my mother and I had dreams about fish... Like a week later, we found out that my cousins (at different times) were pregnant. So, as far as I'm concerned, fish dreams are good as gold.

My mother can't seem to work up dreams of fish, but she has dreamed that I was having a baby and another of my having twins. Zack has had dreams of him taking care of a baby boy, and my dreams are similar. But not one damn fish!

Until yesterday!!!

A coworker sent me an email that she'd had a dream about fish and that I was in it! I instantly emailed her back that I'd been waiting on that dream. Seriously, as silly as it sounds to believe in something so superstitiuos, I'm hella excited to see is Aunt Flo has gone on extended vacay.

It would also be another explanation as to why I've had the BGs for two days other than the fact that I've had cream cheese for two days, and I'm lactose intolerant.

All I need now is for an aunt, mother, cousin, or sister to dream of fish...

Twenty whaaaaaa??????

I pride myself on being a bargain hunter... why??? Because I'm HELLA cheap! I consider any purchse a splurge if I happen to spend more than 20 bucks on it. For instance, I just bought six pairs of shoes for less than $80, and I went back two days later to buy two more pairs which brought the total to less than $100 for 8!!! YES!!!!!

The only things I'll actually spend money on are furnitre and food because nothing is better than eating something wonderful and chilling out on a comfy sofa.

But anyway, I just so happened to come across a show today about couple's who were trying all kinds of medical treatment in order to conceive. One husband had a low sperm count, and the other husband had absolutely no sperm to count. For the third couple, the woman had some kind of issue with her potassium or some other mineral/vitamin.

The couple whose husband had no sperm count actually sent him to get a biopsy and cut off a chunk of his testicle just to test it...

Would Zack do that??? Hell no! and I wouldn't want him to... It just doesn't seem right. Why couldn't they just go to a sperm bank? Can you imagine how much that procedure cost them?!

One of the women was talking about how her and her husband had emptied out thier savings in order to do "another" round of invitro fertilization... Of course I figured that 'life savings' was only a few thousand dollars... why??? Because a couple of thousand seems, to me, like a "reasonable" price for a something like that...

How wrong was I?!?!?!

At the end of the show, the couple found out that non of their lab efforts worked, and the narrator said that the couple would find some way to save up money for... get this...

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ANOTHER... TWENTY... THOUSAND... DOLLAR... PROCEDURE!!!!!!!!

Twenty wha??? I nearly fell out on the floor!

I tell you what... before I spend 20 grand on a 'maybe baby', I'll go adopt a kid from DFCS or China. At least that way I'll be sure to get something.

Do you know what I could do with twenty thousand dollars besides buy a gazillion pairs of clearance shoes???

1. Give Mercer half their money back
2. Pay on my and Zack's cars
3. Pay down our mortgage
4. Take a couple luxury trips out the country
5. Invest it
6. Nothing... but look at those numbers on my bank statement every month

If my situation was ever to get to that point, please believe that I would find a much cheaper alternative!

Green Eyes

"My eyes are green
Cause I eat a lot of vegetables
It don't have nothing to do with your new friend"

The lyrics to this song by Erykah Badu played over and over in my mind for two weeks, and I thought it was super appropriate for the title and subject of this blog.

A few months ago, I was talking to one of my co-workers about the time it is taking for me and Zack to get pregnant. We laughed and talked about it for about 30 minutes, and she told me what it was like for her and her husband to have her girls. She made a statement about how hard it is to hear about other women who get pregnant when you're trying yourself... how you want to be happy for them but you're kinda caught up in the fact that it is not you who is pregnant.

I thought about this conversation as I can now count the number of pregnant friends, or women I know, on two hands. Seriously, there are about 10! And everytime I hear of someone's news, I am no less excited than I would be if I weren't trying myself.

Why? Because I LOVE to see other people happy, and I know God has His hands in this. I (and definitely my husband) just need to be patient and wait for Him to unfold his plan.

But I will admit that my eyes get a little green when I hear of their news. Right as started cramping before my period started, I pouted...

I pouted not simply because I wasn't pregnant... but because we had worked soooooo hard so that we would get pregnant. Its kinda like studying really hard for an exam and still failing it (which is something I did for one of my favorite classes in college- Sensation and Perception *sad face*)

Still, I refuse to be one of those sappy chicks whose blog page reeks of sadness and pity, plays depressinng ballads, and spouts off medical terminology... because seriously, who wants to be that chick?!

Uncompromising Positions

What do you do with three pillows under your hips, a full bladder, a cramped neck, your knees in your ears, and a husband telling you "the instructions say you gotta stay like that for at least an hour"??

You blog...

You blog about how awful it is...

And, you frown at how awful your feet look because you haven't gotten them done since September (don't judge me), and you swear that you'll be the first one in the nail salon on Saturday morning.

Then... You realize (again) how badly you have to pee and know that in two days, when you have to do this again, you won't drink anything after 4pm.

You ask yourself (and God) why your husband wasn't made a woman and you a man so that you could be the one walking around, using the bathroom, and watching a movie while his bladder explodes and he stares at his knees and (jacked up) feet.

You constantly inquire about the time and wonder how an hour can last SO long and then you think of all the good sleep you're missing and how tired you'll be in the morning.

Then finally... You make the executive decision that you will defy the instructions and got to use the bathroom because (doggon' it) you've got three more fertile days and an ovulation day left!

-getting up to use the bathroom-

Conception Instructions

My cousin, who has two of the cutest girls ever, forwarded me conception instructions. It seems like every time Z and I get instructions on conception, those instructions get more and more technical. It is seriously like running a company that has set extremely specific financial goals. Thank goodness we both have a few business classes under our belts from changing our majors and minors in college so many times.

These new instructions not only tell us on which days we should get grooving... but they also tell us the time of day (yes, because on day 15 you should have sex in the morning instead of the night like you were supposed to do on the 13th).

I am in the process of using a calculator to determine which day and what time... yes! a freakin' CALCULATOR!!!

Sooo... these are the short of the instructions...

1. engage in love making the way you normally would
2. fold a pillow in half and prop it under the woman's butt
3. engage in intercourse
4. Man... before you release, get as close to the cervix as you can and hold there
5. Man... once you release (staying close to the cervix), withdraw immediately
6. Woman... immediately pull your knees to your chest and lay on your back for an hour


Yes, an hour... on my back... I'll have a hard time laying there 20 minutes because I'll either have to use the bathroom or get a snack. We practically have to build a "conception" conception board for this! This is freakin' baby making acrobatics! But you know what??? We're all about it.

With all the gadgets and things we got going on this time around, somethings gotta happen... if not conception, maybe a broken hip? We'll see!