Love Shack Baby

I have no title for this post because I don’t have much to write about.

Our next attempt will be in March. This makes us happy because my due date would be after my school semester is finished and I’ll have a new job by that point hopefully. My term at my current job is up August 31 so at the beginning of summer I’ll start applying to new jobs. I don’t want to end up with nowhere to work. I’m hoping that, if we are pregnant by then, it won’t be an issue when job hunting. Does anyone have experience with job hunting while pregnant?

For now we’re just floating along. I’m charting and working out and trying to get myself in better shape. I can’t totally turn my life upside down in the next two months but I’m busting my ass trying to lose weight and get stronger. I’ve come down with a cold this week so I’m feeling yuck and exhausted and that means zero exercise for me. We also got into a minor accident on Sunday. We slid on ice into another car and I braced myself and hurt my foot. I have recurring injuries on this foot so today I went to the dr about both of my ailments. The cold should go away on its own and I had to get xrays and I’ll see a podiatrist to work on the foot injury. Tomorrow I’ll know the results of the xray. I’m sure nothing is broken or I wouldn’t be able to walk. I want to stop re-injuring it so it’d be nice to figure that part out.

I hope to write something decent soon! Thanks for hangin in there.

I’m not really a celebrator of religious holidays but I wonder how that will change once a munchkin is in the picture. Will we start going to worship services on the big holidays? Will we talk about little baby jesus and the blessings that he brought? What about his resurrection? Are these things requirements to be a good parent? I don’t believe in it and it feels wrong to fake it so that my children are exposed to it. I suppose if we stay where we are for a long time, I’d bring my kids to this church that I work for. I don’t know though. It’s a lot to think about, right?  I have a great friend who was very church going and then got pregnant and never went back to church. It was too much work to get a baby up and go to church on a weekly basis. That would probably be me. We’d never make it to church until the kid was 10 years old. ha ha. So, that gives us 11 years to plan out what kind of church and what we religious stuff we want the munchkin exposed to. I suppose I should stop worrying about it for a little while, yes?

Dec 26th will be the one  year anniversary of my stepdads death. It’s something that I’m thinking about daily. I can’t believe it’s been a year already. My mom is having a really difficult time with it, of course, and that makes it even harder. Dealing with your own grief can be intense but adding someone else’s too it is almost more than I can handle. We were sure that we’d have a baby growing in my body before he passed away.. but we failed. That damn cancer is so unpredictable! Here’s hoping that we get through this holiday without me falling into a total depressive funk.

stolen from tryingfornumber3.wordpress.com  – It’s hysterical and Oh so true!

On the first day of Infertile Christmas, my true love gave to me male factor infertility. On the second day of Infertile Christmas, my doctor sent to me a bill for our failed fertility. On the third day of Infertile Christmas, my mother said to me, “Why aren’t you pregnant yet? We have …a fertile family tree.” On the fourth day of Infertile Christmas, cousin Sally said to me She’ll announce her latest pregnancy after dessert and tea. On the fifth day of Infertile Christmas, Aunt Bess offered her advice “Just relax and it will happen” was her very helpful vice. On the sixth day of Infertile Christmas, my period said to me “I’m showing up on Christmas Day with evilness and glee.” On the seventh day of Infertile Christmas, your little sister sang a tune she is now three months pregnant from her honeymoon. On the eighth day of Infertile Christmas, PCOS said to you, “You won’t see ovulation until 2022.” On the ninth day of Infertile Christmas, my mother said to me “My friend’s daughter got pregnant after drinking some special tea.” On the tenth day of Infertile Christmas, my fertility nurse said to me “we’re closed during the holidays but you still owe us a fee.” On the eleventh day of Infertile Christmas, your mother-in-law began to wave “please make me a grandmother before I’m in the grave.” On the twelfth day of Infertile Christmas, hope said to believe that one day it will happen and you will conceive. Whether you celebrate Christmas/Kwanzaa/Chanukah or Festivus, don’t let infertility ruin another holiday for you. You’ve wasted too many tears and  too many special moments already. It’s time to celebrate your life right now.

I read a nice article about Infertility and the holidays. I thought that maybe some of you would be interested in reading it. I really like that there is advice for the person hoping for pregnancy and for the loved ones who are trying to be supportive of the ttc couple.

Here is the link:

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/mobileweb/mary-hinckley-md/infertility-coping-during-holidays_b_1120336.html