the more things change, the more they stay the same

Still here treading water. Haven’t written anything lately, because there just isn’t much to share. I fear sitting down and typing something out, because I am sure that I will just resort to whining and no one really wants to read that.

Right now I am mostly occupying myself with trying to avoid man-whore’s baby mama.  Which is proving it’s self to be more challanging then anticipated. It seems like every time I venture out and try to enjoy myself with my friends she manages to show up. The last time this happened there was a lifting of the shirt and everyone moved en masse to kiss the belly. Yah. Freakin’ rediculous. I drank a lot that night, so I am growing my own belly too!  No one wants to kiss mine.

Man-whore apparantly admitted to super-husband last week that he knows that he will not be staying with baby mama long term. That he does not want to marry her. That he doesn’t love her enough to make any kind of commitment like that. This upset super-husband quite a bit, the most I have ever seen him upset over anything IF related. He started talking about wanting to offer to adopt their baby. I reminded him that they were not giving the baby up for adoption, and eventually he admitted that he was just upset that two people who are not in love, and have no intention of commitment could bring a child into this world but we can’t.

The concert was great. The hometown show was a real treat, and is being called the best of the tour by folks who went to them all. We also went to the next night’s show a few hours away and that was wonderful as well, but a totally different vibe. The only low point of the hometown show was when a super-prego mama to be jammed herself in my personal space and started rubbin’ all over her belly in front of me. It upset me for a moment, and then I decided I wasn’t going to let IF get me down at such a rockin’ show and I was able to tune her out.

 She didn’t stay long, and didn’t put much of a damper on my mood. Here is a photo of super-husband and I during setbreak. That’s right, we were right up front!!! Too bad you can’t see my awesome silver sequined top in this photo. It was awesome.

 

We are still on track for attempting IVF sometime in the fall or early winter. I am balking a bit on the idea of winter break IVF… we have the opportunity to go on a lovely and cheap tropical vacation around the New Year, which is right in the middle of my break. Yuk timing. I have given up so much to IF these last three years (That’s right, this month marks the official three year mark!) I hate to give up anything else. I’ll feel rotten enough if IVF does not work, why add the regret that we didn’t take this trip to the mix as well?  So I’ll be contacting my clinic soon to find out the scheduling details for IVF and see if we can do it in October or November even though it is during school.

So, that’s all that is new in my world… now I’m off to see what has been happening in yours.