No TTC news . . . haven't even called Dr. Terrific. We have to decide where to go from here, I guess. Instead of talking about all of that, I shall ramble. That's just what I do.
I turned 42 (yes, forty-two-freaking-years-old) on Friday. I never dreamed I'd be 42 and childless. Never.
I added some page tabs at the top of the blog under the header. Whaddya think? It's nothing fancy, just a new feature from blogger I used because I'm bored.
The Ramblers are still working on improving our marriage. Marriage is hard. Marriage that starts off with a pregnancy and loss in the first month, followed by three years of IF, is harder. We'll get there because we love each other, but it's hard.
I lost my voice for four days last week. It was crazy and drove me nuts. I'm sure DH and my students loved it. The voice finally came back, and I continue to practice using it.
We are both stressed out with work and ready for Spring Break. I'm really ready for summer, but I'll take Spring Break for now.
I don't give a crap about the Oscars. We've only seen a couple of the movie contenders so far. Up in the Air and The Hurt Locker were both good, but that's all we've seen. I want to see Valentine's Day. Looks like a good chick flick. My sister said she'd go see it again with me.
Our third wedding anniversary is Wednesday, March 10. Mr. Rambler has class that night, so I'm going to dinner with my BFF and matron of honor. It's a long story, but we haven't seen one another since March 10, 2007. Yes, since the day Mr. Rambler and I were married. I'm looking forward to seeing her. DH and I will celebrate by making steaks at home and just being together the following weekend.
There are lots of pg people out there. I'm not one of them. You know that babies are always in the back of the mind of an infertile - whether she admits it or not.
I'm ready for spring. Drinks on the patio, cooking out on the grill, the tulip and daffodil bulbs DH got me for Xmas and planted begin to sprout and bloom, and the grass turns green. Of course, that also equals allergies, but so be it.
Well, it's noon and Mr. Rambler, Steve the dog, Mindy the cat, and I are still hanging out in bed. I'm going to avoid going to the grocery store at all costs today. Hope you all are well.