File under "Odd things I get paid to do"

My boss's birthday (Rodney) is in November, the same week as the Eagles/Cowboys game. He is a HUGE Cowboys fan. His good friend Kenny is a HUGE Eagles fan (we're talking football here in case anyone is lost). For Rodney's birthday Kenny came to the hotel and changed the big marquee out front to read

"Happy Birthday Rodney
GO EAGLES".

Rodney loved it!

So...Kenny's birthday is next week, and Rodney needs to "pay him back". Into the picture comes crafty Heidi.

What was once a bunch of "Ron Paul for President" signs now say:



The small print at the bottom reads: "Paid for by Jerry Jones and Terrell Owens"

These will be placed all over the business that Kenny owns front lawn Monday night, the eve of the primaries here in Pennsylvania!!

Ahhh, I love my job.

9dpo/dpiui

I'm starting to lose hope. It happened sometime last night. I went into a fit of "Why do pregnancy symptoms have to be the same as PMS symptoms?"

• I'm bloated...is it because I'm pregnant, or because my period is around the corner?
• My boobs hurt...cause I'm pregnant, or because my period is around the corner?
• I have a runny nose...pregnant, or allergies?
• I'm crampy...Egg burrowing deep into lining, or lining ready to say bye-bye?
• I have odd gagging spells...ate too much, impending all day sickness?
• Crazy dreams...pregnancy symptom, too much spicy food?

I really could go on and on with this list.

I'm just not feeling the pregnancy vibe though. The even odder thing is that at the moment, that doesn't upset me. I know there is next month, and months after that. Just a few more days...then I'll test.

ps--love you too K.

Is no update a good update?

Important things first...I totally forgot that the fertility center only calls you about your progesterone levels if they are too low. Sigh. (Don't worry, I'll harass them tomorrow for the actual number). So I don't have a real update, just a complaint, and a story to tell about getting my hopes higher.

So, we get there and Amy the blood chick took us back and drew my blood. Then she dropped me off in the exam room and gave the normal strip from the waist down and hop on the table instructions.

Then it happened. I usually see the nurse, Michelle. I love Michelle, she may have no personality, but she is totally kind and caring. Dr. F, I'm not a fan of him. And guess who should walk in the door to do my exam. Ick. I hate to be all gross and talk about things like this, but he isn't kind while rooting around inside you. Ick. He's awful. He gets "inside" and then proceeds to have a conversation with Jenn. HELLO!!! You have your fingers in my nether regions!! Can we finish this first?!?

So he finally finishes up and declares all is well in the underworld. And tells us to meet him out at the counter. We get out there and he hands me my clomid script for next month... and tells me not to fill it. I laughed and said "Heck no, I'll fill it to have it so that I will be pregnant and not need it." His response..."But that would be a waste of money!"

So...is he just concerned that I might run out of money to pay him? Or does he know something that I don't know? Can doctors tell if you are pregnant early? Was there a sign on my cervix that said "Closed, baby growing inside"???

The cycle I was pregnant with Blue at the ovary check, Michelle gave me my clomid script and then told me what would happen if we were pg that cycle. She had never gone over that information before...did she know?


Just what I needed....something more to obsess over in my last 6 days of the tww. Well, 7 days if I wait for the blood test. HA!

7dpo.

One week down, one to go.

I'm doing awful things to myself, like getting my hopes up. The last two days have been full of odd crampies and twingies, crazy dreams, an odd gagging spell, and this morning a temp drop. On 7dpo, a temp drop. Could it be an implantation dip? Or is tomorrow going to bring me another low temp telling me its all over wayyy to soon?

I don't like getting my hopes up. It stinks. Jenn caught me while I was gagging my brains out. It was very much like I used to do before we found out we were pregnant with Blue, I simply walked into the kitchen, and gagged.

How soon can I test? How soon will the trigger shot be out of my system?? (I have spent a lot of time googling these answers, they are rhetorical.)

How in the heck am I going to make it till next Tuesday? And what a busy day Tuesday will be. We've got the pregnancy blood draw, it's election day here in PA, it's beauty day (haircut for Jenn, manicure for me), softball practice, and I'm missing something else.....

I think if my temps still look good come Sunday, I might let the dipstick fairy have some dipping fun. Maybe.

It is odd, but even with all the "good" signs, and feeling like I could really be pregnant again, I'm not optimistic. I have my hopes up, but at the same time feel as though they will crash and burn. And while I will cry if we aren't pregnant this time, there is always next cycle.

Tomorrow is my ovary check and progesterone test. I'll update when I get those results.

And people think I'm odd.

Yes, I like expensive purses. But Jenn, she has "more expensive" tastes than I do. (you'll get the joke in this sentence in a second.

Jenn's birthday wishlist includes two things, both of which I have determined OVERKILL.

A First Aid Kit No, this isn't just any first aid kit. This is THE first aid kit. No, I don't believe it to be a first aid kit at all, I believe it to be a survival kit, like in case the whole world disappears. (please make sure you click on the kit contents link, and note the 12 pieces of candy, that is all I need to survive.)

A Year Supply of Food. Mmmmmm MRE's. Now I've had these several times. I don't think theyu are the worst thing in the world, better than rats and bats (Survivor fans??) The thing that makes me unhappy about this years supply of food is the fact that it only comes with 165 things of the yummy cheese spread (I am not being sarcastic, I lurve the cheese spread). What are we going to do the other 200 days of the year???

This is by and far Jenn's favorite website. When their catalog comes in the mail you should see the look of sheer joy on her face as she runs in the house to settle into her Laz-Y-Girl for an afternoon of educational reading, studying, and prioritizing what she needs.

Sigh, isn't she cute??

Lots of nothing.

In case you were not aware, the two week wait sucks. (Sorry mom, I know you hate that word, but I only didn't use worse because you are reading.) Jenn asked me last night how long till we can test, I said I wanted to wait until at least 10dpiui (days past iui) to make sure the hcg shot is out of my system She asked what day are we? 2. She didn't believe me, how can we only be on day 2????

Today I should be 30 weeks pregnant. In 10 weeks I should be holding my little boy. Oh, did I tell you that we found out that Blue is a boy? Someday I'll have to tell you the story of how we found out, no one ever came out and told us, even though we had asked 101 times. I don't have the desire to get really angry right now, and telling that story will make me REALLY angry.

Tonight I am going to start walking again. Jenn assistant coaches Annabelle's softball team, so she'll be getting exercise dodging fly balls! So, to keep it so that she doesn't continue to lose 6 more pounds than me each doctors visit, I'll walk during practice.

I noticed over there on the right the labels for my posts. Number one is pregnancy. Number three is TTC. I'm hoping that we are pregnant this cycle so that TTC doesn't take over the number one spot. Silly? Yes. (Blueberry can take the #1 spot, that doesn't bother me)

I'm getting close to post #100. Anyone have any ideas on what that post should be about? I would like to hope it could be my pregnancy announcement, but I'm sure I'll post more than 6 more times before I can pee on a stick.

I had a dream last night that Jenn bought me my current dream purse. She better not have, I keep the checkbook, I know we can't afford it right now. That would be why I call it my dream purse. I had a coupon a few weeks ago for 20% off, but still couldn't make myself use it. I love my purses, and I get lots of comments about how cute they are, but I can't see spending almost two months supply of swimmers on a purse right now!! Maybe I can get it as a pushing present??

If you read my twitter updates at all you know that it is manure spreading season here in Amish Country. The other day the smell was so bad that I was gagging as we drove down the road. Then, in my ever-so-creative way, I found a solution:



Why, yes, that would be an air freshener being used as a ponytail holder! I'm such a dork!!! But, it stopped the gaggin!!

Well this was a fun post all about nada. Hope everyone is having a wonderful day! It's supposed to reach 70 here, and I could run outside naked with joy! (that would be scary.)

Swim team has been released!!

I'm sore. I don't know why I am always so crampy after the IUI, but my goodness I can barely stand up straight at work. Thankfully there isn't much to do today so I am happily strapped in my chair.

Now begins the two weeks of waiting. I keep swearing that there will be no peeing upon the sticks. But...we know me. We know how much I love to pee on sticks. I keep swearing that I won't do it until at least the morning of the blood test, if at all. HA, I doubt this will happen.

The plan if I do last is to not even dip the stick myself. I will leave some pee in a cup, and then magically following behind me the dipstick fairy (aka Jenn) will dip the stick and tell me if it's positive. If it's negative, she won't have to say anything.

Two weeks. How in the world am I gonna make these next two weeks go by without tearing my hair out? The thing is, I don't even think we'll be positive this month. So I don't know why I'm all worried about it. No, I'm not being negative, I just know myself and know nothing ever works for me on the first try lol.

(On a side note, I was all worried about getting weighed today, and ended up that I lost 4 pounds, go me!! Jenn, who always does everything better than me lol, lost 10. Hooker.)