To blog or not to blog... that is the question

Well I have been spending some time trying to figure out if I am going to continue blogging or not. I was beginning to wonder if blogger is bad luck to us who are cycling. I have decided that blogger does not have the power to stop me from getting pregnant, so I have decided to stay. The biggest reason I have decided to stay is because of the wonderful people I have met here in blog land. (It's like having a couple of free psychologists on hand... thanks girls, send me your bill! :) )

So here we are back to regularly scheduled programming.

First I would like to wish my American friends a happy Memorial Day!

I have been keeping busy, re-arranging and cleaning out my house... way to much crap and not enough space!

IVF Cycle #2
I am not so patiently waiting for my clinic to call me back with information on what preliminary testing I will need to have done before I can start another cycle. I am also waiting for the Dr. to call me back so we can discuss the last failed cycle. For those of you who were wondering, Auntie F finally showed up, making me think that they transferred WAY to early this time.

... and so I wait

Quote of the day
Imagination is the beginning of creation. You imagine what you desire, you will what you imagine and at last you create what you will.
- George Bernard Shaw (1856 - 1950)

(If only that worked for IVF)

Warning Kids discussed
I had to take my dear son to the Dr. the other day. He had been loosing weight over the last couple of months and he hasn't started crawling yet so there was some concern from the local health unit.

Off to the Dr. we went... the pediatrician actually. Note to self send husband next time. It was an infertiles night mare! Walked in and they were delayed due to an emergency and there was standing room only and wee babies in for their 2 week checkup everywhere. Talk about stabbing a knife in my heart. I forgot that there would be so many babies there... Duh at a peds office! I am such an idiot, usually I prepare before going to places like that but I was just thinking of my little fella. Next time I will remember that there are babies at a peds office! :)

Well we sat down and waited and waited. People were starting to get really annoyed because of the wait. Well let me tell you if my kid is needing emergency care I would sure want the doctor to be with him instead of worrying about a delay at the office. My guess would be that all the people complaining would probably feel the same way? The Dr. apologized for the wait, schtuff happens like I said!

While we were waiting we were sitting by miss fertile and her kid (he was about 7 years old ish I though). He was wondering how old everyone's babies were. He noted that my little fella had a soother. His mom was quick to point out that his sister, who was younger than my fella, had a soother too BUT SHE ONLY GOT HERS AT NIGHT. I wanted to say something but I shut up... I guess she is Mother of the year... suck it chicky poo! I personally don't like soothers but I prefer the boys sucking on them than putting everything ELSE in their mouths, so I guess I am the one with the issues not them! :) Needless to say the conversation quickly turned to. Where do babies come from? Well Mother of the year told her son that they came from mommies bellies. Of course he wondered how they got there, so Mother of the Year replied that a sperm and an egg get together in mommies bellies. So the little fella wondered how they got there (I never did hear her answer, I think she just ignored it). Well anyway I started to bust a gut laughing. The guy standing beside my husband said "I think I will defer that question to mom" (father to cute 3 week old... sigh). So by this point I am almost busting out in full laughter. I lean over to my husband and say. Well at least we have an easy answer to that one.

Possible future conversation....
Our Boy: Where do babies come from
Mom and/or Dad: Well mom and dad had to drive a long way, pay a lot of money to some very expensive doctors who mixed y'all up in a petri dish! Cool Eh?
Our Boy: What's a petri dish?

Take care