34 days ago  6 comments

Bleh (caution: non-sexy human reproductive topics discussed)

So after being three days late- just late enough to chip away at my pessimism- my body has let me down again. I swear I knew better than to start getting my hopes up, but there I was last night, drifting over to the pregnancy web sites to self-diagnose early pregnancy symptoms.

This morning, after I managed to collect myself to the point that I could walk Ana to school, she announces that she's too old to be holding my hand all the time. It's been a sucky morning. I'm guessing that 9 am is too early to start drinking the consolation beer, even on a Friday.

34 days ago  0 comments

What I did last night...

http://my.barackobama.com/page/content/hqblog

It was AWESOME, especially when one takes into consideration Cincinnati's somewhat spotty history regarding race relations. I was happy to be a part of it, and happier still that Ana is old enough that she will remember it.

34 days ago  6 comments

Greetings from the baby-obsessed

Apparently, this is the month that I’ve chosen to totally lose my shit over our fertility issues. After more than two years of tedious procreative sex, tests, pee sticks, detailed calendars, and surgery, I got my period three days ago and just flipped the fuck out. I’ve got full-blown, panicky “baby fever” now. Every baby picture I see, every baby thread I read, every stroller that goes down the street, I have to don sunglasses or run into a bathroom to conceal my overactive tear ducts. Also, Ana has suddenly kicked into high-speed, constant “I want a baby brother/sister” mode, and Eric has moved on from his casual, now-or-later desire for more children to the strongest case of male baby fever that I’ve ever witnessed. The time is now, and we’re all good to go. My girl bits just won’t cooperate. I never thought that I was the type of girl to hate my own body, but I’m getting there.

We’ve got four more months of trying before the doc checks my cervix to see if the scar tissue is back (at which point we’ll look into the not-covered-by-insurance turkey basting). By then, I’m going to be in the fetal position, rolling around in “baby dust”, watching A Baby Story, with one fist clutching fertility pee sticks and the other clutching pregnancy tests.

I need to calm down.