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.
Love, Rambler
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7 comments:
Marriage is very, very hard work. Every. Day.
Thanks for the updates, love. You know I am thinking of you.
I hate that I'm one of the "others" in your world, but I'm so glad you're in mine.
((hugs))
I really have nothing to say that can make anything better. I know I'm one of those pg people out there but I'm still here to support you.
I wanted to let you know that I of course don't know what your plan is for TTC or what meds you use. But I do have one box of Menopur, brand new, and its yours if you want it. I know your insurance isn't too helpful but I guess you can just let me know. I'm thinking of you and hoping things get easier.
You can email me at ssweets18@aol.com if you are interested.
Our favorite anniversary dinner (or any special occasion) is to grill steaks at home. MMmmmmmm. I love a good steak!
I think all of us infertiles can relate to you on how IF affects marriage. But I can't imagine having to deal with it from the get-go like you Ramblers.
I wish we were on the same team. I hate feeling like sometimes you must roll your eyes when you see a post/comment from me and you're just not into dealing with one of the "others" that day. I hope that even on the bad days you know how much I love you and how much I want this to work for you. I appreciate your friendship and I know what strength it takes for you be my friend. I sometimes lacked in that area before EJ came. I'm ashamed to admit it, but that's just how I rolled.
I hope you have a wonderful anniversary and you get showered with all the love you deserve.
I'm well. I wish you were too.
Happy belated, not-even-gonna-believe-42nd, birthday.
I love your ramblings. Always thinking of you.
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