Good Times, Good Times

Ahem

Alright -you know you're the worst when you forget who hosts your blog.  I just sat staring at the screen: "ummm".

So my news is that I'm volunteering for RESOLVE's Advocacy Day!  I'll be coordinating the state visits for those who cannot make it to the event in Washington DC on May 5th.  I'm very excited about this and it's actually helping me come out of the closet.  As some of you may remember (or care?  ha!) I've been very deeply held behind those closet doors by my own shame, but I'm coming out little by little - I even talked about it at the playground yesterday - these are huge strides for me.

During a conference call Tuesday regarding Advocacy Day, IVFConnections was mentioned.  I haven't been there in a million years, so decided to check it out.  Wow - has that site changed!  I read one woman's story  and immediately thought of two people I know who should be tested for Celiac.  I can't believe the hell this woman went through.

So if I don't publish this incredibly disjointed post now, I never will.  I just wanted to share the Celiac story and let you all know about Advocacy Day.  As for me/us - we're well, love the new house and town.  It's definitely not been a very difficult transition, now we just need to sell the old house - ouch!

Wow

Do I know how to let time pass or what?  Ok - so excuses in no specific order:

Closing was delayed til the 24th of November

24th of November was our 20 YEAR wedding anniversary.  I'm that old?  Really??

Every single second before the closing was entirely stressful - we had no idea if we were actually going to get the mortgage - it was all very sketchy (long and boring story).

Then of course, we moved. 

So now we have the gorgeous work of selling our house - yay.  Which leads me to this post.  Now, I might have posted about pee sticks before, but it's such a recurring theme, who cares, right?  Or more to the point, who remembers?

While cleaning out one of my drawers I found a bag full of used pee sticks - appropriately marked with day/date/time (of course).  So here's my question - what's worse?  That I kept them?  That I reviewed them all lovingly and remembered the feeling of seeing those lines - OR that I actually packed them and brought them to the new house?  Yeah - I think it's door number three too.  Shouldn't I be over this by now?

The best of both worlds

Bad blogger and bad blogger friend!  Ok - failed to come back and post pics of the boy (result tonight).  Before THAT, I lost my cache (who knows how these things happen - maybe the Malbec did it - maybe the Tempranillo - how will we solve this mystery?), so I was unable to even LOG IN to bloglines before they unceremoniously shed me like one of Bristle Paylin's costumes in her tree like 'dances' - whoops - don't let me drift down THAT road (why is one a "star" by simply getting pregnant as a teen daughter of a dolt who quit her job when the going got tough? - whoops again, more than drifted down that road now!). 

All this to explain my absence from commenting - I went to the Queen - Thalia - and scrolled through her expa - HUGE blog list, but now I have to get a reader option.  AND I'm supposed to hear about our new mortgage for the new house AND we haven't yet AND we're supposed to close on Thursday AND then I'm going to DC on Friday AND things are very, very stressful around here.  So I'm sorry - many apologies and once/if I'm settled, I do hope to remedy my absence.  And now - without further ado:

Happy Birthday Big Boy!

That's right - our boy is 13 months and 4 days old  (I'm SO good at blogging important dates).  It seems like just a few months ago I was on my posh c-section vacation and now we have a very headstrong toddler.  Did I mention headstrong?  Yeah - I thought we had a gentle giant - not so much on the gentle part.  Bull in a china shop comes to mind and don't EVEN think about eating or drinking something and not sharing with him - you'd think we were torturing the poor thing.  He's just brought his half eaten pretzel collection on a tour of the house and is now stomping on the lasagna box.  Destruction = toddler bliss!

He is an absolute darling, almost always smiling and I'm incredibly grateful that I went insane and did that 10th cycle. Because really, once you've done 9, what's another 15 days of gonadotropins going to do to you?

I'll post a pic in a bit.

You're who now?

Yes - it's me!  Alive and well, almost well.  Things are absolutely crazy here - craZEE!  Oy:

1a.  Forgot the real best part - I had the absolute pleasure of meeting our fabulous Thalia over the summer!  We stayed a night in London on our way to my brother in law's wedding and had a lovely walk in St. James' park and dinner with T and Pob.  She is just as fabulous as you'd think - had such a nice time and Pob is a complete darling - gorgeous and so polite.  She even shared her ice cream with E! 

1.  We're trying to buy a new house because of the schools situation in Boston.  A didn't get in to the lottery which precludes her from mandatory K2 in a local school next year - therefore, she would be bussed (MY ASS!) driven to school away from home and then who knows what would happen with E.  I started a parents REVOLUTION! YEAH! Power to the people - but people don't like to actually, y'know, do anything, so it's a facebook group of 270 or so and a powermom's group of 6 (we have had a couple of civil unresty kinds of things and I had to go on some local teevee shows, which blew royally b/c that ain't my bag baby.  BUT.  That's alright - we still take care of business.  Change is a'comin', but not in time for A, so I'm outta here - dude.

2.  Ready to lose my S.H.I.T. over this mortgage for the new house situation. Long story, but we're trying to get a new mortgage while we still own our house and this, that and the other makes for very stressful times.  P&S is supposedly on Friday, but I want to be assured we can get a mortgage for the new house before I fork over money I may never see again.

3.  Fruitflys.  Really?  At the end of September?  Die, fuckers!

4.  Children grow really fast - did you know?  FUCKS SAKES!  A even said the other day that she wanted to stop growing.  Me too lovey, me too.  The boy is absolutely gargantuan.  GARGANTUAN did I mention?  A had a playdate the other day and I brought him into the house to pick her up - he barreled over the lady of the house (slight thing, but still, she's an adult).  I'm in for it with these two.  They are gorgeous though and lots of fun.  Sometimes it's screaming, not so much fun, fun, but it's still - you know.  Fun.  Especially after the first glass of wine.

5.  I save the best for last.  Remember that oh so enjoyable high fsh I fooled around with during my treatments?  Well get ready to salivate in envy ladies - I BELIEVE I'M STARTING THE CHANGE.  Oh yes, read in green.  I've been having a lot of pain lately on my very regular periods which I spoke to my gp about to try to get rid of (bcps - hahah - not gonna happen!) - she doesn't do uterine ablation and my insurance issue is another post entirely.  So Sunday I went to zumba in the morning (still an addict) and felt entirely hot sifting through papers later in the day (remember the moving thing).  I looked around and there was no fire burning under my feet, so wondered what the deal was.  When it happened again later in the day and the fire was not under my feet, but within, I said "ah!  Thank you Serono."  I wanted to get rid of those pesky periods and my contribution to your bottom line made it possible!

Must dash - Jon Stewart is on - are you going to the dueling rallies (rock on Colbert!)?  I am and am VERY excited.  We're just trying to leisurely determine where we're going to stay - Alexandria or Arlington (opinions??) because of course, there are no hotel rooms left within my budget in DC!!