Check In

I'm going to try to be fast, but it's nice to just spew it all out, every last thought of it all. So here's what's been up since I recovered from the Little Man's B-day party...

The FET is tomorrow. That is a TRANSFER, not implantation, transferance, or impregnation, of the 2 embryos that will thaw out around 1 tomorrow and be put into my "oven" around 2pm. I'm starting to feel slightly slightly more normal hormonally which if this takes, it will last 3 days. I don't know if I can put my body through this again, but I probably will... anyway, after the transfer is 2 days (give or take) of "bedrest"-- I can get up to go to the bathroom, but other than that I get to sit on the couch and attempt to stay sane. I know, you wish you could be so lucky as to be forced to sit on the couch/lay on the couch. But when you get there, you think off all the millions of things you'd rather be doing or should be doing.

So the doctor wants me on "limited activity" until the pregnancy test is confirmed, which now that I think of it is either 2 weeks or until they get a heartbeat? Oh dear Lord... this could get ugly. Limited Activity is no working out, no lifting of anything that basically is heavier than the phone, the remote or my purse (HA! Clearly dr has not ever picked that thing up!). Do nothing that moves any muscle too much or raises my heartrate above resting or my blood pressure. Limited trips up/down stairs. No picking up Little Man. And THAT folks is where it becomes a royal PITA. Big huge PITA. Ginormous. If we had known this sooner, we could have gotten a nanny for the 2 weeks, but instead we're scrambling to get family to help. This only has caused problems and made it clear to us where we stand in certain families minds (like if a million bucks were falling to the bottom of the sea and we were drowning, they'd go for the money. Make that 100 bucks. We're aparently not worth much.). As a result of this news, I did spend the greater part of today making food for Little Man-- chicken stew, tuna casserole, spaghetti with meat and mushroom sauce, steamed fish (plain), French toast, cereal, and carmelized bananas (for the toast). I baked up 4 potatoes too, which will be nice to have around for all of us. Baked in flavor, microwave cooking time. ;) My body can't take standing like that-- my knees are gonna pay for it tomorrow and I'm going to need to rest. Hey wait, I'll have 2 days of rest! No problems here folks... (eyes rolling)

Little Man is still the love of our lives. Last Saturday he started waving, but he doesn't do it often and we haven't gotten it on film. I think he's beginning to understand "no!", but he laughs when I say it! He will clap if I ask him to clap for me and occasionally when he's excited. Today on our way to music class, he was fussy so I started singing the welcome song and he just lit up... and was very happy when we got there but not about holding still! Starting swimming on Monday morning which was fun. It's just a Mommy-and-Me type so not too many tears. The water was like a freakin' bathtub-- I was sweating by the end of class. Ed gets to go the next 2 weeks which should be interesting to say the least. There are 2 other babies (one who's mom came fully coiffed AND in a bikini!) but the rest of the kids are about 2 years old. My goal is to just aclimate Little Man so he doesn't freak out at the lake this summer. His newest trick: He sort of can drink from a straw too-- that started today which tickles me to the gills. Loathe sippy cups! He's really figuring out his toys and what they do. He's got the FP Zoo that makes all the sounds and loves the tiger roaring. He'll open the flap, take out the tiger, put back the tiger, close the flap, over and over. Really cute. Did I mention anywhere that we did the zoo Friday? SO FUN! He giggled the whole time-- thought the polar bears and the camels were a hoot. He still doesn't like meat and has figured out how to spit food out so my previously non-chalant eater has become PICKY! UGH! No avocado, no chicken, no beef, no tomato if it has so much as a SPECK of meat on it... but he did eat a whole tomato and can put down a whole banana so... DH swears Mike can not be his child w/ this hatred for meat. Makes me laugh. He ate a whole egg this morning though, so all hope is not lost. The tomato-chicken incident was the funniest-- he spit out the diced tomato, picked off the chicken, then ate the tomato. Seriously. Too freakin' funny.

In Ed's world... Obsessed with the yard. He got all kinds of plants over the weekend for the beds and, yes they're pretty, but they need WATER. They need water that the sprinkler system can't provide. I have to water them. And he got me herbs so I want to take care of the herbs... those he planted in pots too. Then I moved the pots so the sprinkler hits them. Take that dear hubby! I may be blonde but I know how to avoid yard work! So blame the rains on me b/c I'm out there with the danged hose. Did I mention that the spicket for said hose is back behind a ton of bushes? About 10 feet of them, give or take, to maneuver through-- and the spider webs that lay across them-- to get to the flippin thing. There has got to be an easier way. Stay tuned on that and sit tight for the day I utter how much I love to garden (hell will freeze over).

And a few last thoughts to wrap things up...
To my neighbors: KEEP YOUR DAMN DOGS IN YOUR OWN YARDS!
To the people in front of me on the road: Cryptic vanity plates are not cool. Save yourself the dinero.
and...To the RN at the dr's office: NO a 1 year old CAN NOT climb up into the car. EVER.

buh-de-buddy-de-buddy-de... that's all folks!