Last day of hope

So today is it. Tomorrow is d-day. Even with the small symptoms here and there, all hope is gone for April. Moving on.

I spotted again last night and I have a wee little upset tummy thing going on... but we did go out last night and celebrated more than usual. Two midori sours and a caramel apple martini, thank you very much.

It was a blast. Last year ended with me in fits of crying in the bathroom at home, this year I just planned my own function to keep the crying done to a minimum. (no one planned anything, and those who wanted to thought someone else was..it was a clusterf&@$ for sure.)

-- Post From My iPhone

How you got here...

One of the blogs I follow Conceive This posted earlier about Google Analytics, and I thought I'd follow along. These are some of the search keywords that bought me some new viewers from Google.

if i got period on march 12, 2009 when will i be fertile

Hell, let me figure out when I'm fertile first, then I can try to use my psychic abilities to help you. In fact, on March 12, I was done with my period, so really we have nothing in common....thanks for moving along and visiting me for one second.

girls from ames

Wtf.

foot in mouth

This one is not surprising. If nothing comes from Google search ever again, I can feel confident that at least I came up when 70 percent of my past life had been doing just this.

Yet another me focused day...

Hey! I didn't think about how many days until I can test yesterday. Yesterday was all about spending time with Ashley and see our favorite band, the Killers. We both did get a little warm and fuzzy at seeing a couple of dads and moms with their kids at the concert, and imagining taking our kids to see their favorite band. And I'll admit I eyed a very pregnant gal in the crowds and wished I could be her (but not at the concert...we were really close and it was super loud.) I've heard it's not good to go to concerts when pregnant. I'm going to No Doubt in July, so if you guys have heard anything, I'm listening.

Also, realized that General Admission is no longer my cup o' tea. I felt like I was about ten years older than anyone in the crowd. We were enjoying the music, not making fun of someone else or texting a friend who wasn't at the concert, so Ash and I were definitely out of place! Seriously! You paid to see a band, you can do those things later. God, I'm old.

EDIT: I forgot to mention that I cussed out a 17 year old....yeah, I'm that cool.

Crisis Averted...for now.

Although our vet was an airhead, we were able to leave with Sadie and what seems to be a truckload of painkillers from the vet. Swollen eyed and all, we were fully prepared to go to the vet with two beagles, and return home with just one.

We gave the symptoms to the vet, and she didn't say anything while examining Sadie. The vet was convinced we were lying (no screaming beagle as she poked and prodded at Sadie) and that she had just maybe swallowed something she shouldn't have....until they asked us to pick her up from the exam table and set her on the ground. Her yelps frightened everyone, they are blood curdling and can induce high blood pressure at yelp one. Suddenly the vet was more concerned. They did an abdominal tap and when no fluid or blood came out, she got another vet to offer a second opinion.
We don't agree with the verdict, but they decided she has some injury to her neck/spine and it would heal on it's own. "She must have fallen." There is nothing to fall from at our house, but oh well. Their best opinion- stock our hands full of muscle relaxers, painkillers, and steroids and see if this works. On the way home, we did decide that if she is as sick as we believe she is, at least she'll be comfortable over the next two weeks.

Tonight when I got home, she is much more animated than this morning and was wagging her tail... we can't really put much weight on her actions at the moment due to the medicine. Hell, I'd be running up and down the street with the amount of good stuff she's on. It's a new two week wait (both with Sadie and with baby) so this should be exhausting and all time consuming.

The Cat...

I've introduced the dogs...it's about time you meet the crazy of the house. Her name is Pita. Which stands for Pain In the Ass. We got her at 5 years old from Craigslist, as we wanted an older established cat to break us into the cat world. She was previously named Pita, and well that should have been a clue, but we didn't know what we were doing...we were cat virgins.

She came declawed...so no outside time, I don't know that I could do an outside/inside animal with all the stuff that attaches to fur (GROSS!) I'm pretty sure she wants to be an outside animal, she crys at the window or at the slider when the dogs are outside. Bustah avoids her like a plague. He will sit still when she walks by, so at to pretend he's not there and maybe she won't touch him.Her first week, she peed on our expensive bedding as a way to say "I don't do litter boxes with doors on them, thank you for making me hold it for so long." Sadie was eating Pita's poop out of the tray litter box like it was a Cracker Jacks container with treats inside, which is why we invested in one with a door.

She went from only being on the third floor hiding behind the couch, to the second floor never leaving our bed, and now she rules the first floor and our only white hair magnet piece of furniture. Its only taken her 6 months to take over the house.

Her favorite past time is talking constantly. Again, this is all practice, right? Trying to figure out what something could be crying about at 5 in the morning... I'm just now learning the art of cat cry. It means get off of my chair, feed me, pay attention to me, open the window, wipe the drool off my face, and pet me. Yes, she drools... alot. Especially when you pet her face, I think she likes that.

Everytime someone comes over, I offer them a parting gift, a crying Pita . So far, no ones a taker, so I guess we're cat people.

Comments...

Yeah, just found out comments weren't working. Hopefully it's fixed now! I just thought all of you were quiet!

Give it a try. Lemme know! Feel free to go back and comment on old posts... I would love to know your thoughts.

In other news...

Sadie - the neurotic beaglette is going down hill fast. Her health has always been sketchy as we got her from a bad shelter situation. Lumps appear and disappear under her skin all of the time and she has some trouble holding "it" so to speak. This past week she started out getting dazed and unable to figure out how to get on the couch (her normal spot)....then she yelped when we touched her at all...and started giving us that pained look seen below. We were pretty sure this last weekend was it for her. It all happened so quickly and we spent much of this weekend babying her with love, giving her soft smelly dog food, and staying on the floor with her. Before we could get her into the vet, she started slowly improving Monday morning...wagging her tail and actually eating her dry food. Tuesday was better, Wednesday even more, but today is not so good. She's got that head down, don't touch me thing going on. The vet scares the poop out of her, and stressing her out just doesn't seem right at the moment. It's a hurry up and wait thing...we're just hoping for the best right now.

A little background information..

With my new traffic widget, it seems I now know I am actually talking to someone, not just myself. As you might have browsed my blog, my posts have started out ramming away at the baby making thing without much of a beginning back story. It's probably best if you know a little about me and my life!

My husband and I met about 7 years ago on a night out on the town for both of us. I ran into some old high school acquaintances and noticed this handsome fellow among the group. We both went to the same high school, but different grades, and had known of each other through a variety of social gatherings and classes. He was a bit drunk that night (and met TWO Melissas, no less) and I had been the DD for my group so the chemistry was a bit off then... but I called him the next day and asked him out for a beer.

Two months later we were adopting a puppy together, three months we were living together. We lived in good ol' sin until 3 years had passed...he finally proposed on Christmas Eve. We had gotten extremely good tickets to a Seahawks game, the season they went to the Superbowl, and he got down on his knee before halftime. I didn't say yes...I said "oh shit, are you okay" thinking he had finally blown out his bad knee.

The wedding was simple, we had a blast. Onward to life, right? Two and a half years into marriage and we decide...."well, it wouldn't suck if we got pregnant anymore." Suck as in the financial suck, the bad timing suck, the is our marriage ready for this suck. I threw out the birth control pills and we started the process of the hurry up and wait pregnancy plan. As of today, we've been trying for 3 months, since January 6th to be exact. And, although, in most couples baby making time, this is nothing....I still am ready and waiting for this to happen!

The Pups...

Our first child, Bustah, has been with us from the beginning. Ash and I got him a month into our relationship (hell, we weren't even living together then) and he has, on his own, prompted our living together, buying a house, and buying a second dog. That pup is spoiled.

We've raised him in the hopes that he will turn out to be the perfect companion for our first born child. We pull on his tail and his ears, grab his tongue and poke at his face to ready him for his next adventure. He's just a good kid....



Sadie was our gift to Bustah. She came from a Beagle rescue and unknowingly looked exactly like him. Skinny, paranoid and everything annoying...she has made us love her like no other.

She will likely be the one to run screaming at the first hint of a baby cry and revel in the bits of manna that fall from the sky on the kitchen floor.


Because these are the kids for the moment, I thought it appropriate to introduce them...

and just to add an antidote in for kicks...

Today Bustah treated me to a little practice for baby.... I had to wipe down his tail and butt after noticing a little leftover from his visit outside. Yuck.

The Starter Series

Today I begin blogging the ultimate quest. One that many have tried and suceeded before me, and how much I hate them for getting pregnant before I can...

Starting this blog will hopefully be an outlet to the frustration of baby making, obsessive parents...etc, etc.

Enjoy this time with me, comment if you enjoy something or can't stand what I have to say...at least I'll know someone is listening.