You can’t spend all your time worrying about where your next Twinkie is going to come from, so follow rule #32 and Enjoy The Little Things.
So much has occurred since my last post.
I'm learning to enjoy the things.
I'm learning to relish the time when the things aren't going crazy.
Just a day after my last post, we rushed my mother back to the hospital.
On her way to the bathroom, the tube and bag that was draining the abscess on her liver just dropped out!
My freaked out sister had it in a Ziploc bag when I arrived.
Off we rushed to the emergency room.
Doctor decided that it was no longer needed, patched her up and sent her back home.
That night I decided to stay up late and do absolutely nothing worthwhile.
It felt good.
Took the doggie out at 2am so I could sleep in.
Woke her up, laid her in the grass and said "go out, good girl."
I swear I think the poor doggie peed with her eyes closed.
I thoroughly enjoyed my midnight me time.
Slept in late the next day.
The phone didn't ring.
No bad news yet that morning.
This was so good!
Worked in my garden.
My cucumber plants have exploded, spent a long time tying the branches and redirecting them so they don't kill off my other plants.
Picked a bunch too.
I got real good giggle when I picked the shortest fat cucumber I had ever seen.
"short and thick does the trick" lol!
Here's the question, would I have enjoyed these simple things as much if I hadn't been through so much lately?
Then that afternoon, I think my reproductive organs might have turned themselves back on.
Did I feel my ovaries wake up?
Was this finally a break in the longest cycle I have ever had!
Perfect timing, my husband was due home the next day after a two week business trip to eastern Europe.
I have gotten pregnant naturally before.
I still have a little hope that the planets will align, and the clouds will part, and pigs will fly.
It could happen.
Ouch, but it kinda feels like I could be constipated too.
Gonna throw that man down and do the babydance anyway.
Can't pass up a chance no matter how slim.
Saturday morning, took doggie to her training class.
She's in the advanced class so she doesn't need to be leashed.
The only problem is that she has a creepy admirer, a tan poodle named "Teddy".
I refer to him as "the rapist".
Whenever my little girl doggie is performing a trick or distracted with another dog, "the rapist" likes to try to mount and hump her.
My little girl doggie is fixed but I don't like him taking advantage of her.
The trainer says this is just a dominance thing and sprays him with water.
It's not like this happens once or twice.
He takes advantage of any moment he can.
But Saturday, I had my new weapon, better than a spray bottle.
I bought a watergun , filled it with water, and chilled it in the refrigerator.
"Ready, Teddy!"
I was prepared to douse his flames of lust.
I enjoyed class so much and doggie did so well she was invited to help out in the next class of beginners.
It was getting late and husband would be home soon!
Yippee!
But his ankle might be broken.
Boo!
He won't need his ankle to babydance anyway!
Yippee!
Rushed home and made a yummy yummy dinner of chicken breast and homemade dressing.
When hubby exited the taxi, my jaw dropped.
He was in what looked to be a cast all the way up to his kneecap and struggling with a crutch.
Goodness!
I had to carry all the luggage in for him.
Despite being injured Hubby had brought tons of European candy for me.
Even KitKats taste better if they are from Europe.
The candy companies are giving us Americans brown wax instead of chocolate!
Happy evening, great dinner, rounds of baby dancing!
I have to enjoy these times even if it is something so simple because, things can get pretty bad around here quickly.
Fast forward to Monday
Monday- take hubby to doctor and then to the imaging center for tests.
Had to almost jump through hoops to get the referrals from the insurance, but I did it.
Tuesday- take hubby to the specialist...Ankle not broken, cast removed.
Yippee!
Hubby still lazy!
Boo!
Wednesday- Consultation with the RE. Once I get my period, I start birth control pills to prepare me for my FET cycle.
"The problem is Doc, I still haven't gotten my period."
Doc actually thought I might be pregnant.
Ultrasound...empty uterus with thin lining.
Beta- negative
Boooo!
Doc confused because I had progesterone in my system, gave me Provera, and told me to only take it for 5 days and call if no period and run more tests.
Maybe I did ovulate and wasn't constipated.
Still sitting here in limboland, but I'm trying to enjoy the little things.
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