Monster Boots

What are monster boots you ask? Well, my friends, monster boots are those boots that everyone is wearing now...Ugg knock-offs. Seriously, I live in these things during the winter months and dread the times that I have to wear actual shoes. Why? Because they are WARM! And I really like to be warm.

The name monster boots stems from my first pair of tall, light pink boots. When I put them on my feet looked huge and, well, monster-like. My pink boots have been through a lot of snow and slush and, quite frankly, look terrible. That prompted me to purchase a new pair this winter and I now wear a pair of short, gray monster boots.

When I first started wearing them life couldn't be better. They were snugly warm, looked good, and felt great. However, I'm now noticing a correlation between my boots and slippage while walking. I first noticed this when walking on our playground at school but attributed it to the snow covered foot-high mulch on the playground. Honestly I would slip and slide around these little hills, it's kinda sad. Then, last week, during our "freezing drizzle" episode I almost had a total wipe out on our deck.

But the kicker? Yesterday on the playground. I'm minding my own business, walking to see the animal tracks the kiddos found, and whammo! Down I went. Like, total fall on my butt. And it hurt! And the kids laughed! "Oh, that was funny Mrs. W!" Yeah, I totally fell because I wanted to make you laugh.

So the lesson? Apparently my boots do not have good traction. Or, perhaps I'm just really clumsy.

Faster Than the Speed of Light

Or so it seems. What am I talking about? Why the results of the ultrasound I had done yesterday evening at 6:45. Let me back up...

When K and I met with Dr. Delightful he wanted me to get an ultrasound done at Clomid+7 (a.k.a. right before ovulation) to see if my eggs were developing properly. One of his theories was that my estrodial might be low because of poor egg production. Anyway, yesterday happened to be Clomid+7 so, therefore, to the hospital I went to get photos taken of my uterus. Awesome.

At the start of this cycle, when I realized that I would get an ultrasound done (again) without being preggers, I was quite upset. I mean really, how stinky is it for someone who really, really wants to see a little baby moving around to, instead, see emptiness? I got over this but it was still difficult to walk myself past the maternity ward. Someday...right?

Anyway, I digress. I called Dr. Delightful's office at lunch today in order to give them the heads up that I had my ultrasound done yesterday and that they should expect the results in 2-3 days. I fully didn't expect to hear from them until late this week or early next week. Dr.s offices move slower than molasses, right? Apparently not! Cathleen called this afternoon with my results!

I was told that my endometrial lining is developing we;; and that there were follicles maturing on the left side. And expect to ovulate tomorrow or Thursday. Coolness! Not only were my results super speedy, but things sound pretty good down there! Way to go body!

A New Dr. Delightful?

This week K and I attended a speech given by a doctor who has trained with the developer? founder? of NaproTechnology, which is the course of action we have taken with Dr. Delightful. Ironically, last winter we had heard that this new doctor would be moving to our area and, low and behold, here she is.

The speech itself wasn't really anything we hadn't heard before but we primarily went to meet her. Except, there were soooo many people who attended! We're talking like 50 plus. It was really quite amazing; there were young women, older women, women who had babies in attendance and women who had trouble conceiving. Seeing all these people really made it hit home that we are not in the minority of people who really want to find out what is wrong with their bodies. Don't get me wrong, I would love a quick fix to this problem. But I've learned that quick fixes aren't always a good solution.

We liked what the new doctor had to say and will more than likely transfer to her when the time is right. And by this I pretty much mean when we're due to see a doctor in person. And really the best part of all this? Dr. Delightful has said, pretty much every time I talk to him, that he is open for us to go to this new doctor because he knows she is closer and because he has a lot of respect for her training. Wow, that's awesome. It's also pretty awesome that we have these type of doctors at our fingertips who are willing to buck the system and travel to the root of the problem.

"But in our trouble God has comforted us - and this, too, to help you: to show you from our personal experience how God will tenderly comfort you when you undergo these same sufferings. He will give you the strength to endure." 2 Corinthians 1: 6-7

P.S. So...remember how I was moaning and groaning about my school not closing? Well, we closed today! Hurray for snow!

Oh the Weather Outside is Frightful

It's winter time my friends, and that means that cruddy weather is here. We've been getting our fair share this week with ice, snow, and the featured attraction tonight: wind. It's fun. No, really I do like winter weather because a.) it's pretty and b.) there's always the hope for a school delay or cancellation.

The unfortunate problem is that my school hardly ever closes. Yesterday? I drove to school on a sheet of ice. Totally awesome, let me tell you. And then? When I get to school? As if it wasn't bad enough to skate my way down the road in my car, I get salt rubbed into the wound of actually being out in that weather when I heard every single school in the area close. Except us. But that's okay.

However, the hope of a delay and cancellation always has me on pins and needles. Like right now I'm studying the delays and cancellations as they cross the t.v. screen. I realize how stupid this is because a.) if we were closed I would get a call from the director, b.) I would get a call from One Call Now, and c.) since I'm online anyway I could just check the computer for who is closed. But I'm still drawn to that stupid t.v. like a bug to a light.

So, in addition to reading the t.v for delays and cancellations, I'm also seeing all the advisories and warnings for the area. And there are a lot. So many that to save time I think there should just be a blanket advisory such as this: "The weather is crap. Stay home and curl up in a blanket." See how much faster that is to read than patiently waiting to see if your county is under a winter storm warning, winter storm advisory, and/or wind chill warning?

Trust

Throughout these past two years of TTC we have experienced many bumps in the road. This journey has challenged what I believed to be my (our) path in life while at the same time making me a stronger person. Looking back, I feel that the biggest lesson I have learned is trust in God; or, more specifically, letting go of what I planned and trusting in God's plan for my (our) life.

I have been struggling with this, and oddly enough, didn't realize how much I've been struggling. I mean, I've been praying but wondered if I was really trusting God. Prior to now I don't feel as if I was fully trusting Him. Last Friday I finally asked him to help make me want his will more than my own. And now? Now I feel a sense of peace that I didn't have before.

"Stand at the crossroads and look; ask for the ancient paths, ask where the good way is, and walk in it, and you will find rest for your souls." Jeremiah 6:16

Morning Funnies

If you know me in life you will soon realize that I have quite a head of hair. Since I've been little, almost every hair dresser I've been to has commented on this phenomenon to this effect: "Wow, you sure do have thick hair!" No kidding, lol.

I am thankful that I can pretty do much whatever I want to it and it comes out fine, but this post is going to be devoted to the giggles it caused us this past week. So it's cold outside and for various reasons I straighten my hair. To do this is quite the production as it needs to dry for like 4 hours or overnight before I can straighten it. Anyway, this week I was in the middle of straightening it and used my brush to comb through a small section. Guess what? My bush broke. And this is the second time this has happened to me.

I was shocked by this, I mean really? It just snapped off where the brush joins the handle. Awesome. I now hold the brush part in my hand...it's a bit awkward. So, I want to share this with someone and tell K (as he's going to brush his teeth) that he should look at my brush. A few seconds later (I am out of the bathroom at this point) he says: "I don't see anything wrong with it."

Whaaa? Really? "How can you not see that my brush is broken? It's in two pieces...pick it up, you'll see then," I say.

At this point I walk into the bathroom and K is holding my toothbrush and staring intently at it.
Tee hee hee, oh the joys of communication! Moral of this story? There are multiple brushes in the bathroom and it's to my advantage to explicitly state which brush to which I'm referring!

A Rude Awakening

Alright my friends, I'm at a loss. For the past few weeks I've woken up with an elbow on or near my head. Apparently, K has taken to sleeping with his hands behind his head. Which causes his elbows to project outward...usually near me.

Imagine it, you're sleeping soundly and roll over. Except instead of feeling a nice soft pillow? You get jabbed in the face with a pointed elbow. Ouch, right? And so much for a sound sleep! Getting jabbed does wonders for waking me up!

The fun part? K is dead to the world when he sleeps and I can move his bent arm pretty easily. Like, I pretty much throw it back over onto his body. It provides at least a bit of humor at 4:30 in the morning.

This is a new development as he used to sleep on his side. What makes a person change sleeping positions? And, more importantly, how can we change this so I don't get jabbed anymore?

Miss Murph

Yesterday my kitty was curled up so innocently on the couch. I took the opportunity for an impromptu photo shoot because, my friends, this does not happen often. Our indoor kitty, Murphy, is a cat full of personality. I've had Murphy since the fall after graduating collage, which is actually before I met K. Murph lived with me in my apartment and then moved with me when we bought our house.

Theoretically, you would think she would like me the best, right? I mean I've only had her since she was a kitten and she's known me basically her whole life. I feed her, I clean out her kitty box, and I *sometimes* buy her toys that she doesn't play with. But, uh... she tends to favor K the most. Case in point: I'll be sitting on the couch curled up in her favorite blanket and she will be contently sitting on my lap. Literally, as soon as K comes to sit down she is off my lap and making her way over to sit on him. He can move, play around with her, tease her and she still stays with him. If he's ticked her off and she jumped off his lap, all he has to do is call her name and she's back up. Sigh.

Not only does she favor K, but she can be really nasty toward me! Every morning during the work week I eat my breakfast in the living room. When I get up to take my dishes back into the kitchen she, like clock-work, attacks my legs. (Luckily she doesn't have claws) When she's hungry who will she pester? Me. When she wants to go outside, who will she meow and bat at? Me. Sigh.

She does have her redeeming moments though, such as the time she got stuck in a plastic bag. How is this possible? I still don't know, but it was hilarious! I think the bag was stuck around her leg and she did not care for this. I would assume that most cats would stay in one place and work to get it off. Not Murph. She tore through the house (with the bag attached). Zoom...through the living room...zoom...into the bedroom...zoom...back into the living room...zoom...up on the counter...zoom...on top of the refridgerator...zoom...into the bedroom. This probably went on for five minutes before the poor bag finally flew off her leg. Hehehe...poor kitty. I must say though, K and I were laughing the whole time!

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year to all! K and I rang in the new year by going to see a movie (Little Fockers) and eating at a Chinese buffet. Oh my word, I still feel full from all the popcorn and yummy food! Goodness. The restaurant has the traditional buffet items as well as raw food that you put together with your own selection of spices and take to a grill to cook. K delighted in doing the grill thing while I opted for the already cooked buffet.

After that we dropped in at his brother's house for a few mins and then headed to the bowling alley to spend the rest of the evening with K's friends. I've said it once and I'll say it again, that bowling alley has the best. pizza. eva!

So, what would a New Year's post be without some goals for the new year? Usually I don't do any 'resolutions' because I know I'll break them. LOL. But, uh, this year I guess I've made some goals:
* Blog at least twice a week
* Go out to dinner only once a week
* Find and try new recipes (This one is because, well, we have a lot of meat in the freezer!)
* Be more active (because I have two weddings later this year!)
We'll see if I stick with these goals...hopefully now that I've written about them it will keep me more accountable!