A wedding or a funeral?

Last night we were deep in preparations for our upcoming trip back to the part of the world that spawned us, aka “the land of the fertile friends,” to attend a wedding of two beloveds.  Around 8:30pm we got a phone call from one of those fertile friends, to tell us that one of the beloveds who was getting married? He had suffered a major brain aneurysm that morning and had passed away.

The shock of this news hit super-husband hard. The part that is hitting me hard is the idea that his bride, who had been preparing for a wedding, is now preparing for his funeral.  We’re pulling our festive wedding attire out of the suitcase and wondering if we have anything suitable for a memorial service.

Give the people you love most a little extra love today…

The first day of the seventh year

Six years ago yesterday I married my beloved… today was the start of the seventh year of wedded bliss.

To celebrate our anniversary we went canoing at our favorite lake. It was deserted… we swam and ate sandwiches and paddled in and out of coves. We had a good talk about our next steps for children, and for the first time I came away from a conversation with him on that topic where I feel good, that we are on the same page, and that it wasn’t a struggle to just talk about it. It was the best gift he could have given me…

One of the things we talked about was the possibility that my lady bits are creating a hostile environment for his swimmers, and that perhaps an IUI could help with that.  But it got me to wondering if there are other things I could be doing to perhaps adjust the pH of my female environment?  Foods I could eat or stay away from?  I was thinking about picking up a copy of “the Infertility Cure” or “Taking Charge of your Fertility” and see if they have any information for me on that topic. Has anyone read these and can recommend them?  Or any other books?

Randomness

I was tagged by the humerous and witty Womb 4 Improvement and have been instructed to share 6 random things about myself. Or one random thing, or no random things. While I am tempted to share the fact that each time I’ve typed the word “random” in this post that I have spelled it “Randrom” I don’t think that is creative enough. So let’s dig deep into the files and see what I can come up with…

For a longer period of time that one might deem appropriate, I thought that “Labor Day” was the day that my mom went into labor with me. I was born on September 2, and my birthday always falls on or near labor day. School didn’t start for the year until after labor day, the last day the pool was open was labor day, all those glorious sales. I figured all of these things were to celebrate my birth until I was about 11.

You have no idea how long it took me to think of that, I really am a very dull person it seems! So I will follow along with W4I’s lead and only share one. I’ll give ya more if I can think of anything. What about you out there in interweb land? Got anything random to share?

Some random searches that people have used to find my blog recently:

• Stirr.ups dila.tor cath.eter sto.ry – I think this fellow was probably looking for por.n. I hope my tale of the HSG from hell wasn’t a buzzkill.
• I am 27 and still not pregnant – I feel your pain sister. I’m in the same boat. Pull up a chair and stay awhile.
• Slip and Slide While Pregnant – Don’t even think about it. I hope you read about my slip and slide experience and decided it was not a good idea.
• OPK Asparagus – Yes, asparagus makes your pee smell funny. I don’t think it will affect your OPK, but perhaps we should pose this question to the group?
• Rash from Slip and Slide – I thought we already agreed that the slip and slide was not a good idea?

Any random search phrases given you a chuckle recently?

A lovely sunflower…

Ah, such a nice distraction from the post below! (which I have now removed, as I decided it wasn’t a good idea to publish…)

Ode to the furriest family member

I’m in the middle of the lovliest time of the month, the delicious two week wait. Except it’s really like a two month wait, because I know that if I haven’t gotten knocked up during the two year wait, it’s not going to magically happen now. I am counting down the days until October, with it’s IUI of love.

I don’t know how things have been in the other parts of the world, but here in the American Southeast? It’s been hotter and drier then what I imagine hell to be like. The yard is a crispy mess of death, and my walks home from work have been downright miserable. The upside?  I’ve lost about three pounds of water weight in sweat, and it makes the mojitos taste extra delicious.

Since talking about the heat is not all that entertaining, I would like to present my 2WW distraction, “The Furriest Family Member”

She’s golden and black
And she has a real knack
for licking our toes while we eat.

She’s doe-eyed and soft
and her furballs have loft
when you try to clean them up with a sweep.She’s loving and calm
snuggles her head in my palm
and she’s delicate, dainty, and neat.