This and That

I have twelve days of school left. Twelve. I am beyond excited for summer to start.

Things at work have been chaotic, as it always is this time of year, but my students keep climbing up the crazy scale (and frankly, I think my idea of "normal" is totally skewed anyway. To say they are doing some serious crazy says something). Much of the time I walk away shaking my head because, dude, how do they come up with the shit they come up with?

As I put on my FB page on Friday:

"I'm still shaking my head at finding a fish in a Gatorade bottle at the bottom of a boy's backpack today. The fish was still alive. I don't know how it could be considering it had been in his backpack since at least TUESDAY! The fish was in water, thankfully. It had been fed very well, too, because it's water was not the cleanest. I can't believe his family didn't notice the fish was gone. I mean...come on! Wouldn't you notice a freaking fish is not in the bowl? There are so many things wrong with this I don't even know where to start...sigh."

I also have another student that worries me. His last day is on Thursday, but I am somewhat worried he will do something. He has many home issues and has a fascination with some seriously inappropriate things. Plus, he's starting to do things to get himself into trouble--like he wants to be...stopped caught. (I am not fearing for my life or anything. It's just that my spidey senses are tingling.) I've talked to everyone I can think of about this kid, and we are all on the lookout for something...anything. Friday can't get here fast enough.

Junior high is so different from when I was that age.

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My mom is going on a trip to Alaska with her mom, sister, and brother-in-law the day after school gets out. She will be gone at least a month, possibly up to six weeks. They're driving, which is a stressor for me, so they've decided to go wherever they want along the way for as long as they want. I am starting to sweat about her being gone that long. Since my dad died, I've been hyper alert about her. I am excited for her adventure, and I imagine this might be good for me and my issues, but I am almost in a panic about the whole thing.

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I finally broke down and got the boys yet another set of new lenses for their glasses. This is the third pair of lenses we've had to get in the last six months. Sigh. (The eye place once asked if we had dogs chewing on the boys' glasses. Nope, just kids.) Anyway, while I was there having their lenses replaced, I had them replace the nose pads, too.

Sh.awn's glasses kept sliding down his nose, so I just assumed that they had bent the frames some when they were working on them the day before and intended to fix them.

Um, nope.

The technician had actually put one of the nose pads in facing the wrong way. I couldn't believe it. I mean, isn't that glasses care 101 or something? I took the glasses back to the store to point out their stupidity.

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Lastly, please stop by and give Maya some extra love. She just lost her little Encino man after her second FET. My heart just aches for her. It is just so unfair to have to work so hard for something so wanted and have it taken away.

Hm.

My body seems to know that I am impatient to finally get back on the IVF train. I started AF today, a whole 5-6 days earlier than last month. (My cycle was only 25 days this month compared to 30 days last month -- still don't know what's "normal" for my new cleaned up innards.)

So, that means that I should start my next cycle just after I get out of school for the summer! It's perfect timing for starting IVF.

Yeah!

I am choosing to take this as a positive sign. Literally. :-)

20 + 8 Questions

I found this fun little meme at Melis.sa's.

1. Apple juice or orange juice? orange juice sans the pulp
2. Are you a morning or night person? NIGHT all the way
3. Which do you prefer, sweet or salty foods? sweet, preferably chocolate
4. What was your favorite childhood television program? Scooby Doo
5. Are you a collector of anything? Yes, sun catchers
6. If you could be any animal, what would you be? my house cat - they get taken care of pretty darn good around here...
7. What do you usually think about right before falling asleep? all the things I have planned for the following day
8. What’s your favorite color? black, but black isn't really a color, so I say green
9. Do you believe in extraterrestrials or life on other planets? I think so.
10. Do you believe in ghosts? yes
11. Ever been addicted to a video/computer game? bejewelled blitz on FB
12. You’re given 1 million dollars, what do you spend it on? Have a baby, buy a new car for my mom, take a long vacation
13. Have any bad habits? biting my nails, and (I am embarrassed to admit this but I will anyway) I pick my scabs. It's gross, I know.
14. List 3 of your worst personality traits: Procrastination, desire to control everything, I can hold grudges for-ev-er
15. Have any celebrity crushes? not really
16. List 1 thing you wish you could change about yourself: the ability to get pregnant the old fashioned way instead of through lots of shots and surgical procedures
17. Any tattoos or piercings? I have pierced ears - two holes in one ear, and one hole in the other
18. What’s the first thing you notice in the opposite sex? their laugh. I love it when people have a good laugh.
19. Are you mostly a clean or messy person? probably messy
20. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live? right where I am
21. If you could visit anywhere in the world, where would you go? I answered this here.
22. List 5 goals on your life’s to-do list: a) add to my family, b) ensure my boys are happy and productive men, c) learn to fly a plane, d) go to Europe, and e) buy and move into a home that I passionately love
23. Name 1 regret you have: not starting my family at a younger age
24. Name 1 thing you miss about being a kid: I had no worries about anything
25. Name 1 thing you love about being an adult: being able to have my children
26. What’s your favorite song of the moment? Train's "Hey Soul Sister"
27. What’s your favorite thing to do on a Saturday night? snuggle under my blankets in bed and watch movies on TV
28. What’s your favorite thing to do on a Sunday afternoon? sleep in!

Not Everyone Gets to Have This...

"But on the days when I come face to face with the fact that we still have issues, it is like confronting the issue over and over again. But, here is the silver lining I remind myself of -- if you can still fight, rather than accept, that means things could be so very much worse for your child. The fact that we can still fight and work to solve issues and not accept means something. It means we have hope. And not everyone gets to have that."

I read these words and cry every time. Thank you, anonymous, for saying this. For reminding me that I am lucky.

Because I AM SO VERY LUCKY!

How could I have these little guys in my life and not be? :-)

My Feelings are Ugly, but They're Real...

This has been one of those very hard weeks. Nothing crazy has been happening (thankfully) but the weight of the world has been on my shoulders anyway. And it has made me intensely angry.

Like I hate the world angry.

Like I want the world to suffer angry...

Which is not like me.

There are times when I get into a poor me mode, and I have a hard time shaking it. Now seems to be one of those times. The unfairness of it all just sucks.

This week I had the meeting with the service coordinator from early intervention. Talk of having the boys tested to see if they qualify for continued services was brought up, and I signed the paperwork to get things started. In my head I was screaming and raging about how that was the LAST thing I wanted. On the outside, I kept relatively quiet and signed the damn papers.

That same day, we got a note to take to our insurance company to get Ja.son a walker.

And my heart shattered into a thousand pieces...

I hate this. I hate this. I hate this.

I hate it.

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I need to learn how to stop fighting. I need to learn to accept.

Oh how I am struggling with that.

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I recently joined a preemie board. It took me a while to even post anything there. They all had preemies, but many of them seemed like everything was just so...normal.

We don't fit in there. Maybe I don't fit in there? I am trying to, but....

Maybe I am just too hateful and my feelings are too ugly for me to be a part of groups like that? Because damn if I haven't asked myself why they got to be so lucky.

Why did my boys have to be the ones with lingering issues?

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I saw this on another preemie blog. I've seen this one before on Caryanne's blog also, only hers was about parenting a child with cerebral palsy instead of premature. Both times I cried big, ugly boo hoo tears.

Did you ever wonder how the mothers of premature babies are chosen?


Somehow, I visualize God hovering over Earth, selecting his instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation.

As he observes, he instructs his angels to take notes in a giant ledger.

"Armstrong, Beth, son. Patron Saint, Matthew.
Forrest, Marjorie, daughter. Patron Saint, Celia.
Rutledge, Carrie, twins. Patron Saint...give her Gerard. He's used to profanity. "

Finally, he passes a name to an angel and smiles. "Give her a preemie."

The angel is curious. "Why this one, God? She's so happy."

"Exactly," smiles God. "Could I give a premature baby a mother who knows no laughter? That would be cruel."

"But does she have the patience?" asks the angel.

"I don't want her to have too much patience, or she'll drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wear off, she'll handle it. I watched her today. She has that sense of self and independence so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I'm going to give her has a world of its own. She has to make it live in her world, and that's not going to be easy."

"But Lord, I don't think she even believes in you."

God smiles. "No matter, I can fix that. This one is perfect She has just the right amount of selfishness."

The angel gasps, "Selfishness?! Is that a virtue?"

God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she will never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn't know it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a spoken word. She will never consider a step ordinary. When her child says momma for the first time, she will be witness to a miracle and know it. I will permit her to see clearly the things I see--ignorance, cruelty, prejudice--and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life because she is doing my work as surely as she is here by my side."

"And what about her Patron Saint?" asks the angel, his pen poised in the air.

God smiles. "A mirror will suffice."

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I know these feelings will pass. They always do.

Soon, I'll feel better...stronger.

But not now. For now the sadness is heavy in my heart.

Inquiring Minds Part 3

Here's the last installment of "Inquiring Minds." Hope you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoying answering. You can find Part 1 and Part 2 here and here.

OK. I need to know: 1) Have you been to Legoland? 2) What's your favourite thing about Cali.fornia? 3) Can you still remember any cheers? Eden

Ok, E. Here it goes...

1) I have never been to Legoland. I have driven by it countless times, but have never actually stopped. It didn't open in California until I was well into my twenties, so there wasn't much interest there. The boys are not quite old enough to make the visit worthwhile yet, either. I have, however, gone to Magic Mountain a lot, especially when I was a kid, Disneyland which is a bit further away so I average once every few years, Knott's Berry Farm a few times, Sea World every few years, and Universal Studios every few years.

As you can see, southern California is an awesome vacation spot for a family such as yours. I'm just saying...

2) My favorite thing about California has got to be the weather. I love that the temperature is relatively consistent, and it is sunny ninety-five percent of the year. I also love that California has such a laid back feel. Jeans and t-shirts are the norm! It suits me perfectly! :-)

3) Oh hell yes..
*Disclaimer: It was late, I am wearing NO makeup, and I had to be quiet so I didn't wake the boys up. Oh, and I didn't stretch. Ahem.

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Mwah! Don't laugh too hard! :-)

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Carrie asks: 1) How did you come up with names for the boys? 2) What chore do you put off because you hate it so much? 3) Favorite dessert you could eat every night?

1) Naming the boys was really difficult for us. If you can believe it, even with all of the problems I'd been having with the pregnancy, we did not have names for the boys before they were born. I don't even remember really even talking about names before the boys were born. (Can you say denial much?) It actually took us until they were three days old before we finally named them. If I am honest, I don't know how long we would have gone before naming them (I had gotten used to calling them baby A and baby B even!!) had the woman from the Social Security office not come in to say that if we didn't have names for the boys by the morning, she was going to send the forms off blank. She made it seem that we'd have loads of extra work to do to correct the paperwork later, so we we decided it was time. I also have to admit that it took me a bit before I stopped calling them A and B and started calling them their actual names! (I blame the drugs.)

So how did we get to Sh.awn and Ja.son?

I had two baby name books. I took one and Is.aac took the other. We sat next to each other and each poured through every single boy name listed in our book individually, writing down names that we thought were nice and had meanings that we liked.

Once the names were on paper, we shared our lists. We went through the names and left only the ones that both of us liked. (That shortened the list considerably!)



We settled on Sh.awn and Ja.son relatively quickly, I think mostly because we both liked the meanings. We struggled some with the middle names, though.

This last picture is the final sheet. How strange it is to see that we almost had a different middle name for Ja.son! I really didn't even remember that.

As to which baby got which name, that was pretty easy. We decided that baby B was going to be Ja.son because he was the sickest at the time. We needed him to heal himself and fight the fight so he could come home with us someday. Baby A, Sh.awn, was being his usual rock star self even back then and was just kicking preemie butt at that point. He truly was a gift.

It cracks me up that I had to write A and B next to their names. Like I'd forget or something! I am glad I did, though, because it is fun to look back and see how I was thinking back then. Plus, I was pretty sick myself, so I very well may have forgotten! (We found out they had to take two antibiotics that day, too, as you can see by the two bottom words on this sheet.)

Sh.awn (a gift from God) Ri.ley (valiant) and

Ja.son (healer) Ke.lly (warrior)

2) I talked about this in Part 1, but the chore I absolutely hate with a passion is toilet cleaning. Hate, hate, hate it. The mere thought of toilet cleaning makes me gag. I can do it when I have to, but man oh man do I hate it.

3) A favorite desert I could eat every single night is chocolate. It doesn't even matter what form the chocolate takes, it is all good. It is so yummy, that I hate having any chocolate in the house. I have a problem with it! I swear it calls to me in the middle of the night and MAKES me come and eat it. Right then.

I am not kidding.

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The last question is from the lovely Julie (she's PWP or I'd link): Who would you want to play YOU, Is.aac and your boys in the movie of you life?

This is a hard question! I've thought about this for a while, but haven't got many ideas. I suppose I could say Cameron Diaz could play me. She's tall and sort of goofy like I am. She isn't horrible to look at, but isn't exactly what you'd call pretty. She also has no boobs.

For Is.aac, I think I'd go for someone who acts more like him rather than look like him because there are not many Hispanic actors out there. I think I'd pick...um...Matt Damon. He's cute, but he also has that intelligent sense of humor that takes you off guard. Is that a strange choice?

For the boys, I am going to leave their choices open. I have to say that there isn't an actor out there who could do them justice. :-)

Okay everyone! That's it. I'll be back with my regularly scheduled programming soon...

Inquiring Minds Part 2

For our next installment of "You asked and I answered," I am going to focus on the whole IVF/having another baby questions. I am trying to be as honest as I can when I answer these questions. That may mean you get some TMI moments, so consider yourself warned. :-)

Part 1 is here:

Mrs. Spock asks: Do you ever worry about having 3-yr olds and a newborn? I ask this mostly for myself, because I worry about this all of the time- though that does not diminish my cravings!

I waffle back and forth on the answer to this question. A lot of the time I am certain that this is the right thing to do for our family. We both would love another child, and I feel comfortable that we are damn good parents (mostly). The boys seem happy. They are funny and bright. I figure if we sucked too badly at the whole parenthood thing, I wouldn't see that.

And then the fear sets in...because let's face it, I have a lot to fear now that I've seen the ugly side of life. My biggest fear is that I'll be tempting fate. Some of me wonders if all of the troubles we've encountered was the universe's way of saying I shouldn't have children. I am afraid that I may deliver another child prematurely. I fear what that might mean to this new little being in our lives. I fear that if it happens again, the outcome might be devastating to the happiness of the family we have now. I fear that if I have another preemie, I won't be able to forgive myself. I fear being pregnant and bed rest and cerclages and high risk doctors and infant death. I fear it all.

But.

But, I won't let fear be the dictator in my life.

I can't.

If I let fear control me, I might as well plant my ass on the couch and give up living. I can't give up on myself and our family. I won't give up on myself and our family. So, while I'll pay attention to the feelings behind my fear, I try to just keep my head up and move on to my dream.

We shall see if we ultimately get there.

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Jess wanted to know: When are you planning on doing IVF again, again? I think you said but I can't remember!! And when you do, how many embryos are you transferring this time? (You really don't have to answer this one if you don't want to share right now, btw!)

The plan was to get back onto the IVF train as soon as possible. The RE said that I could start cycling once I got my first post operative period, which was on May 1. Unfortunately, the timing of things have been crappy due to work. I couldn't figure out a way to take off of work for monitoring in May because that coincided with state testing at my school. Theoretically, I should start my next period on June 1ish, which would mean retrieval, etc, would coincide with the last few days of school. So, I had planned on doing my next IVF at the start of July.

But my insurance changes July 1.

Now insurance doesn't cover IVF at all. It does however cover ultrasounds, etc. if I should get pregnant. (Fingers crossed there.) Not sure how that will all work out.

As for how many we'll transfer, I am now AMA, so the standard is three. I'll probably go with three unless I have two outstanding front runners out of the embryos we create. It took six embryos from younger eggs to get the boys, so I don't expect that I'd get pregnant with triplets at this point.

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Anonymous asks (come out and say who you are anon!): You've said that you don't have insurance to cover your IVFs. HOW have you managed to pay for all of your cycles? (I totally understand if you don't want to answer.)

I can say that at this moment, we have paid off all of our IVF debt. Yeah us! That says a lot because we've had 3 iuis, 4 fresh cycles and 2.5 frozen cycles all without insurance.

In the beginning, we took out a second mortgage on our home to make improvements to our kitchen. I used some of that money to pay for our IUIs and 2 of the IVFs.

We didn't want to use our savings for the last two IVFs and the two frozen cycles. That meant we ended up saving less during this year than we had in the past. I also had to get creative.

The first thing I did was I found some 0% interest for a year credit cards. (I made sure to get cards that gave us "points" for using them.) The medication was all put on one card. The doctor fees were put on another. After the cycle was finished, I just did the math to make sure that I paid enough each month to settle the bill before the interest rate increased.

We also used our income tax refund money to pay off the last of the bills. (It seems when you pay outrageous amounts of money on medical stuff, you get a hefty refund back. Go figure.)

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Okay, that is it for today. The boys are starting to stir from their naps. Stay tuned for one last part to Inquiring Minds!

Inquiring Minds Part 1

You asked, and I answered...

(and thank you for asking!)

Lets see.....I know a lot about you already. Do I want to know something serious or funny? How about...If you HAD to, to pay for IVF :), would you be a stripper, clean toilets in a homeless shelter, clean meth houses out or become a Hollywood double for nude scenes only? K J and the Kids

Hm, this is actually an interesting question. Leave it to you to make me think about something I wouldn't normally think about! Okay, let's break it down one by one.

1) I am not opposed to stripping, per say, but I have to say that I don't think I'd make a whole lot of money in this field which would be a problem if I was working purely for tips. I think I would make myself a masked character, so that would take care of the little problem of my students' fathers recognizing me at the other job. My vote - a possibility, but only after some sort of breast enhancement surgery to increase my stripping tips.

2) Now cleaning toilets is the most disgusting jobs on the face of the earth. Frankly, I don't even clean the toilet that Is.aac uses on a regular basis - I make him do it! Considering that he takes at least one shower a day and I know for the most part where his ass has been and I still won't even clean HIS toilet, cleaning the toilets used by many people I don't even know would be out of the question. My vote - no way.

3) Cleaning meth houses is also something I'm not sure I could stomach. Literally. From what I understand, contaminants remaining in meth labs may pose health threats to whomever is exposed to them. It would be my luck (and we all know how "lucky" I am) that said contaminants would find their way to my rapidly diminishing egg supply and mutate/destroy the few good eggs I've got left. In the end, I'd have the money for IVF but mutated eggs, which we all know is a combo that does not for a good IVF make. My vote - no way.

4) Now this last option seems doable. I think I could become a Hollywood double for nude scenes only. Really. Hear me out on this one. If I was the double for a Hollywood star, all you would see in the movie would be my body, no face. That would prevent unwanted attention from my work because no one would have to know I had a second job. Also, my body would be matched to the starring actress! Pay me for being naked, but blame all my problem areas on her. As I see it, this could be a win - win situation. My vote - the winner!

These next four questions are from The Captain's Wife:

What order do you shower? I love taking super hot showers. A lot of the time I do some of my best thinking in the shower. No one is demanding my attention. It is nice to be able to focus on myself for those ten to fifteen precious minutes! When I am in there, I always wash in this order: shampoo and rinse my hair, condition hair, wash face, rinse hair, put clippy in hair to get it out of the way while I wash the rest of my body (which is funny because I don't have that much hair!), wash arms, chest, and back, shave armpits, wash legs, butt and lady parts, and finally I wash my feet. If I am going to shave my legs (a big IF nowadays), I then add a little more soap to my legs and shave them last. Hm. That was far too detailed, wasn't it? I have no shame.

When folding laundry, and items are inside out do you correct them or fold them while inside out? For my own clothes, I don't care if most things are inside out or not when I fold them. I do make sure my socks are right side out, though. For the boys' clothes, I always make sure they are right side out when I fold them, and I have a certain way they HAVE to be folded. The long sleeve shirts are folded with the sleeves folded in and the shirt folded one time in half. The short sleeve shirts are folded like you find in a department store. I have no idea why I do it that way, but I do. I get royally ticked at Is.aac if he doesn't fold them that way, too!

Do you have any OCD tendencies? Um, yes. See the question above as an example. :-) Well, actually, I like to say I am particular about certain things.

What is your all time favorite movie, one that you can watch over and over and begin it and end it at any point. I have a few movies that I will watch over and over again. I am sort of embarrassed to admit what they are, though. I watch "Fifty First Dates," "Never Been Kissed," "Love Actually," and "Legally Blonde" every time they are on television.

What would your dream vacation be? (Money is no object! Work is not a problem!) Cathy

This was actually a hard question for me to answer. I don't think I ever really let myself think like this. It is almost like I've told myself that it won't happen, so why spend time thinking about something that I'll never get.

When I was younger, I used to always say that I wanted to go to Europe and see all of the beautiful sights. I wanted to do the touristy things and go to the touristy places and just enjoy. I thought it would be so cool to say that I had the chance to do what everyone else did.

Now that I am older, my perspective has changed. I no longer crave to be just like everyone else and do what everyone else has done. I'd love to take a month and tour some of the less visited places throughout Europe. While I would still like to see the big cities like Paris and the like, I would stay away from most of the main tourist spots.

I'd also like to go to Hawaii, Australia, and Ireland.

Okay, that is all for now. I'll be back with Part 2 tomorrow! This is fun!

Oh Mojo? Where Are You?

I've been quiet again, although I can't figure out why. I have loads of ideas swimming through my mind during the day, but by the time I sit down to write at night they are gone.

Even worse, for the past few nights I've found myself just blankly staring at the television and not doing a darn thing. All. Night. Long. (once the boys are in bed, of course)

It's strange.

I ALWAYS have a million things to do. Staring at the television for long lengths of time is not on the agenda.

And still, I can't seem to help myself. I have entered another funk and lost my mojo.

I think I am going to borrow an idea from Kristin and ask for questions from all of you. Surely that will do the trick to bring me back out of hiding. Right?

What do you want to know?

Ask me anything you want, and I'll answer tomorrow night...

(Please say you want to know something. Don't tell me I am a loser and no one cares about me! That would be embarrassing!)

I Did It!

Here we are just after we got our bibs and t-shirts.

On race day.

Yes, I was freezing! They were cold, too, but they didn't want to bring their sweatshirts.

Over half way done! I was still feeling pretty good.

At mile 11 I was not quite as perky, though.

Here we are at the finish line. I went ahead with one of the girls and finished with an average of just under 18 minutes a mile. We waited for everyone else in our group to show up, and we all walked over the finish line together again.

It was fun, but damn there were a lot of hills! Today my butt and my right shin are sore. Other than that, I am doing okay.

A few of them were already talking about the next one they wanted to do. At this point, I do believe that I'll be just cheering them from the sidelines. This half marathon business is out of my system!

Besides, if all goes as planned, I should be nice and pregnant by the time the next one comes anyway...

What's Going On

• AF has arrived and nearly departed. I must say that I am loving the new innards. LOV-ING. I had one day of mild cramping and that is it. It is so nice! For anyone who cares, I am on CD6 today.
• Of course, the day before AF I got yet another single line on a pregnancy test. The time is ticking away..."If it's going to happen, it will likely happen in the next three to six months." I am trying to remember that there is still a chance, but damn if that isn't hard.
• We've decided to go for our next round of IVF in late June/early July. Please let this be the one that sticks and brings a healthy, happy baby at the end.
• I've had another heart attack thinking about money and how to pay for said IVF in June/July. The total we've paid for 5 fresh cycles and 2 FETs (with no insurance coverage) blows my mind--and not in a good way. It is just plain sad.
• It is state testing week at my school. I can't tell you how incredibly boring it is to watch 35 teenagers bubble in answers for 3 hours. I am slowly losing my life force, it is that bad. The worst part is keeping 28 teenagers quiet for two hours because they whizzed through the questions in ten minutes flat while the last few students finish. It doesn't help that I've been testing the most challenging class I have. (Our testing period is from 8:20 to 11:40 every day this week.) I've been leaving school spent every day.
• My mom is feeling better, thankfully, but she isn't one hundred percent back to her old self. She went to see a chiropractor that "specializes" in vertigo. The doctor wants to do 28 sessions to help get her back to her old self. For $2400. I nearly flipped out. And she wants the money up front. The warning bells are ringing in my head, telling me to get my mom away from this quack, so now I am scrambling to find her another chiropractor/acupuncturist for her to see for a second opinion.
• Saturday is my half marathon. I am still wondering how the heck I got myself into this. I know I can do it, though. (I've even trained for it!) Pictures to come soon. :-)

Mostly Wordless Wednesday - Yo.

At some point in the last week or so, this boy has really, I mean REALLY turned two. I had thought he had reached the not so terrific twos months ago. I was, as they say, so very wrong.

Now he is all 'tude.

Sigh.

(He got a new hat the other day. He totally loves it. I tried it on his head to make sure it would fit, and he hasn't let me take it off since!)