Saturday, May 18, 2013

4 30 a.m.

James was up and unhappy.  Maybe it's his teeth.  Maybe it's the THREE helpings of baked beans he insisted on eating for dinner.  Maybe both.  Anyhow, he is back asleep and I am up.

Things are going really well.  The boys are playing together( and fighting- James is a tattler and Peter is a toy snatcher) and every night I am exhausted by nine.  Ok, by dinner.  By dinner I am exhausted.

Peter is up by 6 30 and plays till 8 p.m.  James is usually also up by 6 30 and takes one nap.  Sometimes for 45 minutes, sometimes for longer.  He goes to bed around 8 as well. 

James is still nursing, and I am torn between wanting to be done and wanting to give him what he needs. He hates cow milk and I have spent a small fortune trying to find a brand he will drink.  He'll drink juice(usually) and drinkable yogurt and hot chocolate but straight up milk I usually end up throwing out.  Peter adores milk and goes through about 2 gallons a week.  Is that a lot? 

I am so freaking tired and my eyes are itchy from all the tree pollen.  LAME. 

My period is almost over and we'll be saddling up for another try.  Though we are still torn.  I mean, I guess second guessing is just our style. We'd love a third baby, but we are worried about spreading our emotional and financial resources too thin.  Seven years ago I spent 80 dollars a week on groceries.  Three years ago I spent 120.  Yesterday I spent TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY DOLLARS. I actually got a little sweaty before I paid.   The week before I spent 200 and the week before that it was 180. 

We are both horrified.  And torn.  We do believe organic is healthier and making the switch to grass fed beef and organic cheese has made  a huge difference in how Mr. feels.  I am also spending about 20-25 dollars a week on organic fruit.  The difference in how Mr. feels and acts has been tremendous. Life changing even.  It's like he is 23 again.   We made the switch to organic slowly.  Very slowly.  I added things in to my pantry as I found them on sale and other things got used up.   I make almost all our bread( sometimes it hits the fan yo and then I buy from the store) , I make almost all our treats like cookies and muffins.  I make my own granola, hot dog and hamburger buns, sandwich bread, I make our laundry soap.  This week I made peach thumbprint slice cookies and vanilla slice cookies.  This coming week I am making granola, peanut butter cookies,  and hot dog rolls. 

 Still, this is a lot of money and it is hard to know I could do it for so much cheaper and have the extra to spend on activities.  I could do it for 100 dollars a week and our diet would look exactly the same. 


We are doing great in NO TEEVEE LAND. Peter and James watch none unless Mr. happens to have a baseball game on and he is playing nearby.  I am very pleased about it though sometimes I think how nice it would be to have them just sit still while I do something else.  I do think about how tranquil it must be for an hour a day at other peoples houses.  But we don't miss it.  I like the idea that our home would be cleaner and more organized.   

But they are great at free play and have wonderful imaginations and Peter has an awesome vocabulary.  It is pretty funny to have him know about pop culture without really having a context for it.  Sooo sometimes he will make up his own Transformers stories involving Darth Vader and Starscream and then randomly a fire truck and a Thomas train.  We have been playing "mine" for three days and the couches are pulled out and draped with a blanket.  There are collapses and many adventures.  We are also doing a lot of water balloons.  A LOT.   I had an entire wash load of filthy shoes.  We actually have no clean pants in the house for anyone. I have a ton of laundry to do today. 

So our days are actually filled with cookie baking and play doh and make believe and dirt.  Which is just how it should be. 

Monday, May 13, 2013

CD 1ish

I started spotting last night. 

Saturday, May 11, 2013

For you.

Every year on major holidays it seems like someone finds my blog because they are lost.  Lost in infertility, lost in depression. Just, lost.  Remember this, if you find yourself here today.  You do not have to give birth to experience motherhood.  You do not need to have children to parent. There are many roads to a family.  Some though birth, some through adoption, and some through nothing more or less than an open heart.  If there is an open door to love in your heart, someone will walk in.  It might not be in the way you expect, but they will come. 

Peace to you today.










Thursday, May 9, 2013

So who knows what the hell is going on now.

It's 4 30 a.m. on our seventh anniversary.  It's CD 40.  I have had nausea and cramping and over a week ago this weird pressure feeling around my baby motel.  I'm STILL nauseous, and when I put my hand on my stomach below my belly button I can feel that it is hard and rounded. And I have felt like this for days.   Soooo basically I figured we were indeed pregnant.  And yet here is the test, as negative as can be.  And here I am feeling just junky enough to be extremely surprised. 

I have been sad and angry and hurt and hopeless when I have seen a negative before, but I've never felt like I could star in TLC's My Hysterical Pregnancy

Mr and I were both pretty sure, since now I have been pregnant three times total and this seemed like a giant flashing "HELL YEAH" as opposed to NOPE

So I don't know what the frig is up.  I guess I will wait five more days and check again and if I still feel this way and it's still negative I am going to call my dr. 

We're going out to dinner and a movie tonight for the first time in over three years.  We've been to a few movies and we went once when Peter was a year and a half to see Kevin Smith, but this is the first time we've been to dinner just us. 

I am pretty damn tired and hungry so I am going back to bed.  Me and Imaginary Baybee.