Good Evening Humble Readers...
Dinner is in the oven, and I am at the end of my pseudo long weekend, and I am at peace. Of course, I am disappointed that this wasn't the cycle, but I'm ok with it. If it happens for us this next cycle, then I might get an extra special birthday present.
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I hope that you will all stop by tomorrow... I'm launching a new project, and tomorrow is the start of the trial run. I'm looking for guinea pigs to help me make sure that all is working correctly.
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I'm in the mood to bake. That's probably just the pre-AF need for chocolate speaking. Maybe it's time to try some new Christmas cookie recipes.
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Our hobbit hole is all decorated for Christmas... I did it yesterday whilst my Beloved watched the Grey Cup. I'm happy with how the living room looks, but the kitchen needs something. Not sure what yet. Is it just me, or is decorating for Christmas almost as fun as opening presents on Christmas morning. I love taking all my decorations out of their boxes and tissue wrappings. It's like greeting old friends. The only slight blight on our Christmas decor is the tree itself. We bought it two years ago, when we were habitually broke and living in a teeny tiny apartment. It's quiet possibly the ugliest artificial tree I have ever seen. It drops more needles than a real tree. We have agreed that at the end of the season, this tree will be retired and we will get a new one next year (or during the Boxing Week sales).
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And speaking of the Grey Cup... the Roughies lost. Oh how they lost! It was heartbreaking, and there is someone on that Roughrider team that's kicking his own ass, let me tell you. Fourth quarter, 5 seconds left in the game, the Roughies were in the lead 27-25, the Alouettes had posession and were going to try for the 3 point field goal. The thing is, their kicker had been sucking wind all afternoon. It was going to be close. My Beloved never looked more tense... The ball snapped, the kicker does his thing, and it goes totally wide. Complete miss. BUT.... someone on the Roughrider bench gets overexcited and runs out onto the field in celebration, before the whistle. Penalty flags fly. The official call was 'illegal substitution'. Ten yard penalty, and Montreal got to kick again. Of course, this time the ball went through the uprights, the Alouettes win, and the Roughies go home with their heads hung down in shame.
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I made it through NaBloPoMo! I actually did 32 posts in 30 days! Woohoo! Check out my groovy badge in the column to the right. Didn't do so well for Iron Commenter tho... I got through about 110 blogs before I ran out of steam.
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Totally random observation of the day... This hobbit is fearfully nearsighted, and one of my favourite things to do at Chistmas is to take my glasses off while looking at the Christmas tree. The lights look beautiful!
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Winter has officially arrived on the flatland. It was snowing and blowing so much today that I couldn't see across the street.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Well, Crap!
Nothing good about this morning, Humble Readers...
Spotting has started.
Lame!
I'll be back later to post a final NaBloPoMo post... for now I need to recover from my PLOM disease.
(PLOM - poor little ol' me)
Spotting has started.
Lame!
I'll be back later to post a final NaBloPoMo post... for now I need to recover from my PLOM disease.
(PLOM - poor little ol' me)
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Is There A Patron Saint of Infertiles?
Good Evening Humble Readers...
So, that title... Enquiring minds want to know. I'm sure there is, but because I was raised Lutheran rather than Roman Catholic, I have little knowledge of the Saints.
Today is the first Sunday of the Christian church year, the first Sunday of the season of Advent. Advent is a time of preparation, both for the celebration of Christmas commemorating the coming of Christ as a baby into our world, and also for his awaited return. A lot of language heard in church during this season is about waiting, hoping, expecting.... sound familiar?
On the first Sunday of Advent, we light the Hope candle on the advent wreath.
Hope is something we talk about a lot in the ALI community. Hope, or the lack thereof, colours much of our discussion. Hope is our life preserver during the tww, while we are waiting for the next round of tests, and when we are making the big decisions about building our families.
And yet, I know it's easy for me to get so distracted by all these things (and more), and to let go of that very hope that gets me through. Today at church, the Gospel lesson was from Luke 22 and included "Be careful or your hearts will be weighed down with ... the anxieties of life." Again I ask... sound familiar?
Living life in the present, not stressing out about what tomorrow will bring, is a tough thing to do. But, I think if we truly cling to hope, let it soak into every corner of our lives, it might just be a little easier. Hopefully.
So, that title... Enquiring minds want to know. I'm sure there is, but because I was raised Lutheran rather than Roman Catholic, I have little knowledge of the Saints.
But if there is, then of the entire church year, today, this Sunday would have to be their feast day.
Today is the first Sunday of the Christian church year, the first Sunday of the season of Advent. Advent is a time of preparation, both for the celebration of Christmas commemorating the coming of Christ as a baby into our world, and also for his awaited return. A lot of language heard in church during this season is about waiting, hoping, expecting.... sound familiar?
On the first Sunday of Advent, we light the Hope candle on the advent wreath.
Hope is something we talk about a lot in the ALI community. Hope, or the lack thereof, colours much of our discussion. Hope is our life preserver during the tww, while we are waiting for the next round of tests, and when we are making the big decisions about building our families.
And yet, I know it's easy for me to get so distracted by all these things (and more), and to let go of that very hope that gets me through. Today at church, the Gospel lesson was from Luke 22 and included "Be careful or your hearts will be weighed down with ... the anxieties of life." Again I ask... sound familiar?
Living life in the present, not stressing out about what tomorrow will bring, is a tough thing to do. But, I think if we truly cling to hope, let it soak into every corner of our lives, it might just be a little easier. Hopefully.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Hobbit-ish Potpurri: Aggravation as Distraction
Good Evening Humble Readers...
First and foremost, a cycle update: No sign of AF. I was fairly pissy earlier today, but more on that later. B00bs are so sore I want to chop them off (my Beloved is four square against that idea). Mild twinges of cramps again this morning, but gone by this afternoon. Tired... check. Bionic nose... check. Slight nausea (mostly connected to the nose thing)... check. Feeling goofy... check.
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So why was I pissy? Let me tell you... Every Saturday, my Beloved and I have a not so healthy tradition. We have breakfast from the golden arches. So, this morning he went to go hit the drive thru, and he couldn't get Petey the PT Cruiser to start. But not in that 'it's the first really cold morning of the winter' way. The ignition would not turn. You know, when your steering wheel locks up and it takes three or four tries to get it to budge? Well, multiply that by 20 or 30 times.... and it still didn't work. This is the same problem we were having late in the winter/early in the spring. The thing is, I'm sure we had it fixed. Between March and May of this year we sunk almost two grand into the car. Anyway, we called AMA and had the car towed to Canadian Ti.re. After a while, they were able to get it started, but very strongly suggested that we take it to the dealership to get them to take a look at it. Of course the dealership service department isn't open until Monday. Argh!
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So, because of Petey's health issues... all of our weekend plans are down the tubes (did I mention that I have this whole weekend off?!?!). No going to the MIL's place for the Grey Cup. No Christmas shopping. Not even a regular grocery shopping trip. All because we don't want to get somewhere, only to find that the car won't start to get us home. (We are going to risk it to go to church tomorrow, but that's it) The only thing on the weekend list that has gotten done is that while the car was at Canadian Ti.re, my Beloved thought to have them swap the all-seasons for the winter tires.
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And speaking of grocery shopping... Because we couldn't do our shopping at our regular store, we had to do the best we could at the little grocery store across the back lane from us. Now don't get me wrong, I like the little grocery store across the back lane. The staff there know us. They are really nice and their store is great for those nights when I've forgotten to take something out of the freezer for dinner. Their bakery is great, and their meat is always fresh. But just by restriction of their size, there are regular menu items for us that they don't carry. I wasn't able to get chicken wings, so my Beloved will be wingless for the game tomorrow afternoon. I can't count on them to have fresh garlic and they only carry little boxes of breakfast cereal. They didn't have shallots, or light eggnog, or chai tea... (good heavens, I'm a food snob). But... and this is so great... I just found out today that they have an order service for fresh turkeys! I ordered our Christmas turkey, and we will pick it up on December 23rd. Yay! I've always used frozen turkeys... fresh, from a local farm, has got to be miles better, right?
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And speaking of cooking... I tried two new recipes tonight, and while I don't want to give it all away because I want to save it for Show and Tell, I can say that polenta is fantabulous! And super crazy easy to make!
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In other news... I have been consulting Dr. Go.ogle about IBS. The big thing I found recommended is fiber... lots of it. I know that fiber is good for you, and I don't get the recommended daily amount, but in my situation it seems counter-intuitive. I don't really need something that is going to make me spend more time in the bathroom. But I'm going to give it a shot. All Br.an Bu.ds here I come.
First and foremost, a cycle update: No sign of AF. I was fairly pissy earlier today, but more on that later. B00bs are so sore I want to chop them off (my Beloved is four square against that idea). Mild twinges of cramps again this morning, but gone by this afternoon. Tired... check. Bionic nose... check. Slight nausea (mostly connected to the nose thing)... check. Feeling goofy... check.
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So why was I pissy? Let me tell you... Every Saturday, my Beloved and I have a not so healthy tradition. We have breakfast from the golden arches. So, this morning he went to go hit the drive thru, and he couldn't get Petey the PT Cruiser to start. But not in that 'it's the first really cold morning of the winter' way. The ignition would not turn. You know, when your steering wheel locks up and it takes three or four tries to get it to budge? Well, multiply that by 20 or 30 times.... and it still didn't work. This is the same problem we were having late in the winter/early in the spring. The thing is, I'm sure we had it fixed. Between March and May of this year we sunk almost two grand into the car. Anyway, we called AMA and had the car towed to Canadian Ti.re. After a while, they were able to get it started, but very strongly suggested that we take it to the dealership to get them to take a look at it. Of course the dealership service department isn't open until Monday. Argh!
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So, because of Petey's health issues... all of our weekend plans are down the tubes (did I mention that I have this whole weekend off?!?!). No going to the MIL's place for the Grey Cup. No Christmas shopping. Not even a regular grocery shopping trip. All because we don't want to get somewhere, only to find that the car won't start to get us home. (We are going to risk it to go to church tomorrow, but that's it) The only thing on the weekend list that has gotten done is that while the car was at Canadian Ti.re, my Beloved thought to have them swap the all-seasons for the winter tires.
******
And speaking of grocery shopping... Because we couldn't do our shopping at our regular store, we had to do the best we could at the little grocery store across the back lane from us. Now don't get me wrong, I like the little grocery store across the back lane. The staff there know us. They are really nice and their store is great for those nights when I've forgotten to take something out of the freezer for dinner. Their bakery is great, and their meat is always fresh. But just by restriction of their size, there are regular menu items for us that they don't carry. I wasn't able to get chicken wings, so my Beloved will be wingless for the game tomorrow afternoon. I can't count on them to have fresh garlic and they only carry little boxes of breakfast cereal. They didn't have shallots, or light eggnog, or chai tea... (good heavens, I'm a food snob). But... and this is so great... I just found out today that they have an order service for fresh turkeys! I ordered our Christmas turkey, and we will pick it up on December 23rd. Yay! I've always used frozen turkeys... fresh, from a local farm, has got to be miles better, right?
******
And speaking of cooking... I tried two new recipes tonight, and while I don't want to give it all away because I want to save it for Show and Tell, I can say that polenta is fantabulous! And super crazy easy to make!
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In other news... I have been consulting Dr. Go.ogle about IBS. The big thing I found recommended is fiber... lots of it. I know that fiber is good for you, and I don't get the recommended daily amount, but in my situation it seems counter-intuitive. I don't really need something that is going to make me spend more time in the bathroom. But I'm going to give it a shot. All Br.an Bu.ds here I come.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Infertile Math
Good Evening Humble Readers...
So, infertile math...
it's kind of like girl math...
You know... where you can have an extra helping of dessert because you had a salad for dinner? Or because you saved big time on that super cute handbag/pair of shoes/sweater, you can justify the purchase of those adorable earrings.
Infertile math... if I O'd on this date, then the earliest I could expect AF is that date. And if my temps don't start to drop by 12dpo, then I'll let my self start to hope. If my phantom symptoms are an 8 or higher on the intensity scale, then I'll let myself think about testing.
So, with that in mind...
If I'm correct, and I did O on CD14, then AF should be here by Sunday. But, if by some suspension of reality, and if Fertility Friend is correct that I O'd on CD17 (never o'd that late in the two years I've been charting), then I'm really only 9dpo today, and AF won't be here until Wednesday.
Confused yet? I know that I am, but I'm dyslexic so that might explain it.
I am going to hold on to hope. Maybe this morning's bfn was accurate. Maybe it wasn't. I know it's not truly over until AF shows her ugly face.
I don't mean to sound like a broken record, but my b00bs are really killing me. The cramps I had this morning twinged themselves out without really developing into anything at all. No spotting and the little bit of a lower backache I had this morning faded before I even left for work. I have been hungrier than normal, but as soon as I start to eat I feel very full and can't bring myself to eat much.
But... (everyone join in on the chorus now!)
I know it's probably all in my head.
So, infertile math...
it's kind of like girl math...
You know... where you can have an extra helping of dessert because you had a salad for dinner? Or because you saved big time on that super cute handbag/pair of shoes/sweater, you can justify the purchase of those adorable earrings.
Infertile math... if I O'd on this date, then the earliest I could expect AF is that date. And if my temps don't start to drop by 12dpo, then I'll let my self start to hope. If my phantom symptoms are an 8 or higher on the intensity scale, then I'll let myself think about testing.
So, with that in mind...
If I'm correct, and I did O on CD14, then AF should be here by Sunday. But, if by some suspension of reality, and if Fertility Friend is correct that I O'd on CD17 (never o'd that late in the two years I've been charting), then I'm really only 9dpo today, and AF won't be here until Wednesday.
Confused yet? I know that I am, but I'm dyslexic so that might explain it.
I am going to hold on to hope. Maybe this morning's bfn was accurate. Maybe it wasn't. I know it's not truly over until AF shows her ugly face.
I don't mean to sound like a broken record, but my b00bs are really killing me. The cramps I had this morning twinged themselves out without really developing into anything at all. No spotting and the little bit of a lower backache I had this morning faded before I even left for work. I have been hungrier than normal, but as soon as I start to eat I feel very full and can't bring myself to eat much.
But... (everyone join in on the chorus now!)
I know it's probably all in my head.
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