Sorry so Late!

I had about given up on this blog and a whole lot of other things lately, after our last IUI failed. Yes, another failed IUI. But we are trying again, and things are looking up. Ah, the eternal optimist. Dreams of Tiny kiddies still dance in our heads. My partner says we will keep on trying and I keep focused on that.

I was just going though one of those periods when I felt like a failure at everything, and reading SVH books doesn't help.

By the way, what's gotten me through today? Reading claudiasroom.blogspot.com, who writes the BEST reviews of Babysitters Club books. I read every single one of those bastards until I went to high school.

Okay, getting back into the swing of things isn't so bad.

Depression....

This round didn't take. Aunt Flo knocked on my door this morning, after being five days late. I have never been more than a day late so you can imagine how pregnant I was feeling. I would have felt more pregnant if I hadn't had a blood test two days ago to confirm the fact I was not pregnant. Since my period was so late, and the pee sticks were coming up negative, they had me go in and spend 64 dollars just to be certain (and so I wouldn't drive everybody crazy any longer).
Sonofabitch.
We will try again of course but in the meantime here I am with these freaking cramps FROM HELL!!!!!!!!!
and we have no baby yet.
I know it will happen, but I just can't believe I have this label of infertility now. It's killing me. Goofy teenagers fooling around in a backseat turn up pregnant, and I have verifiable two eggs and a bucket of top quality sperm in the same womb at the same time for like twelve hours, and I can't get pregnant.
Sonofabitch.

Preggo Update

So I had my bloodwork done yesterday, and I DID ovulate this time with a progestrone number of 27. Is this good or bad I do not know. I was told this cannot predict pregnancy, so I still have to wait until wednesday to test (if I don't start my period beforehand- I am due between today and tuesday). Wish me Luck!!!

Poop in Tub Envy

I wish I had this problem. It appears the little Etheridge twins have been pooping during bathtime. As gross as it is, I am having poop-in-tub envy.
'They like to poop in the tub, which is slowly getting to put a damper on bath time. Three times in the last five days. Inevitably, they get in the tub, and are splish-splashing.... when suddenly we will hear a little grunt, a whimper, and then a little face will pop over the tub.

If it's Miller -- his face will be full of jest and screeching joy...If it's Johnnie Rose, she seems to understand pooping in the tub isn't the long-run goal, and she gets sad.

Either way, though, we figured out the first time, that regardless of anyone's feelings about the floating poop -- get them BOTH out immediately. Because if you just lift out the pooper, the other twin is left with a very interesting, floating new "toy" -- which they will reach for and try to "smoosh" immediately.

So bath time has a new ritual: when someone poops, I grab the pooper, and praise them and dangle them over a sink (it's important to praise the pooping, as I don't want the poopers to get pooping anxiety).... and Honey [Melissa] catches the poop.

She's such a great poop catcher -- she doesn't even flinch. In fact, she said she takes the chance to get a good look at the poop -- "It's important for a mother to have a good understanding of her child's poop. Poop is related directly to health." Yeah. Well. She can be the poop/rock star mom. I'll be the vacuuming/laundry mom.

And they've been walking for months now. MONTHS. They're only 14 months old. People see them run around the mall, and freak out, thinking they are little robots or dolls. Yeah, I tell 'em. They're those new "I Poop Like A Real Baby" dolls.'

image courtesy of celebrity-babies.com
text courtesy of celebrity-babies.com

Preggo...

I know it's been a few days since I last posted, but for good reason, believe me. I have been saddled up next to an ultrasound machine for the past two days, but hopefully two weeks from now on the eighteenth I will have exciting news! Fingers and toes crossed. I don't want to jinx anything, but I think I should be preggo this time or next time for sure.

Oh, and guess what? It just so happens on Wednesday we were trekking in a freaking blizzard. And our house was an ice cube. no joke. We slid sideways out of our damn driveway. The things we do. Oh, well. If it takes, then we could tell the kid the donor was a snowman.