On Turning 32

Last week I slowly slid from the age of 31 to 32.  While my Birthday is July 10th, the celebration usually begins on July 4th and continues until the weekend after my actual date.  I have no idea why this is.  Perhaps it is the awesomeness that is a summer birthday but it happens every year and this was no different.

I celebrated quietly and loudly, depends on what day you ask about.  There were quiet dinners, family, boating, presents, wine and rum.  A few of my favorite things in no particular order.

There were also two trips to the fertility specialist.  One the day prior to my birthday and one the day after…..because that is how everyone should celebrate.  On the first trip Doc mentioned what a great birthday present it would be for me to be ovulating on the working side.

Yes, exactly what I always thought I would be dreaming of for my 32 birthday.

Once again, I’m ovulating on the side that is blocked.

Next month she will up the drugs that I take and try to get the unblocked side (my left side) to ovulate as well.  Her positive outlook is that it has to trigger at some point.  How long do I have to wait for that?  She isn’t sure.

How long do we sit around and do this roller coaster every month waiting for the left side to ovulate?  AND then when it does happen on my left side there are no guarantees. (Obviously)  THEN what happens if I have to wait many more months for that side to trigger again?

Then my brain exploded.

My doctor patted me on the shoulder and said one month at a time.  Yea, like my Husband repeats from AA, one day at a time to keep on a sober path.  But I’m not trying to get sober here, just knocked up.  I suppose sobriety comes with that though.

Ten years ago my 22 year old self wished for many different things on my birthday.  Probably NOT to be pregnant because I had a few of those moments.  I didn’t pay attention to ovulation nor did I care.  I just didn’t want that time of month to come along on the wrong day and fuck with my plans.

Oh, the difference 10 years makes.  Welcome to being an adult.  It is all a trap, I tell ya.

 

Living in the moments of Summer

I live for summer.  The warm days, endless nights, weekends full of get-togethers and boating.  Since putting our rental house on the market, the Husband and I have been able to stop, breathe and enjoy our summer.  I cannot tell you enough how great this has been for our marriage.  I knew we were getting beat down with the schedule that we were running on but I don’t think I realized how bad it was getting until we came up for air.  So, I want to hit some of the highlights.

We took Rebecca and went to Colorado for a vacation.  I may be completely OCD but I’m pretty good at letting go and throwing planning out the window when on vacation.  I made myself stop before I snapped about timing, late nights or not fitting everything in.  It just didn’t matter, if we worked in something and not others, that was fine.  The only thing that mattered was living in the moment.  We were able to visit friends, go horseback riding, white water rafting and to the top of Pikes Peak. We lingered over drinks and dinner.  We stopped and chatted with strangers.  We put the phones, electronics, etc. down and looked at what God had put in front of us.  It was amazing, memorable and worth every penny.

The past month we were able to put our infertility issues on the back burner until it was time to start the new fertility drug.  There was nothing we could do about making a baby for a few weeks so we didn’t need to worry about it. A well needed break.

We were able to focus on our own new home instead of the rental.  We took the time to organize the garage and basement.  We discussed the order of winter projects or what needed to get done before winter hit.  Sometimes we took a break from those weekend projects and we sat in the front yard, in the middle of the afternoon, and just talked.  Hubby with a cigar, me with a glass of wine, just because there was no reason not to.  Some nights we sat on the tail gate of the pickup, with the garage door opened, and watched the rain come down.  These little moments, in all the big moments, are when I fall in love with that Husband of mine even more.

I really hate the “busy” excuse so many people use these days towards friends.  Granted we all have those times where we really are swamped with life but not for years straight.  I have been working on making sure to call those people I don’t always get a chance to call, dropping a note to some, and making the effort to meet up for drinks or dinner with others.  I don’t always jump to say “no” but instead find the time to say “yes” where it feels right.  Life is too short to keep putting people off.

I have found time to read new blogs, read books, breathe longer in yoga, get to projects I’ve been ignoring.  I lounge in a boat for hours in my swimsuit and wear comfy dresses to work with comfy shoes.  I have taken a lot of afternoons off from work and taken the dog on some long hikes.  Enjoying the fact that I have a no-stress job for once and not a whole lot demanding my time.  Essentially, taking the time for myself and not feeling guilty about it.

We are only halfway through the summer and it feels refreshing.  I don’t feel like it is slipping away but I am honestly enjoying it.

 

This is why we aren’t pregnant

We were just running into the city real fast.  It is 20 miles in and 20 miles back.  The skies were clear until we came out of the store and headed home.  The skies were now black and I had a death grip on the wheel as we went straight into the storm.  My Husband sat there in silence as he knew I didn’t need him telling me how to drive in 70 mph wind gusts. Instead he used his imaginary brake.  I pulled my truck to the left and the wind blew me to the right.  I cussed under my breath and glanced at my Husband who said,  “You know, this is why we aren’t pregnant yet.  Who gets stuck in a storm like this pregnant?  Bad parenting.” I laughed.

Two nights later my Husband was in his truck in front of me on the highway.  Behind me was a dear friend of mine, in her car, who happens to be pregnant.  We were trying to get from the city to our town.  The skies were black, sirens going off in every small town. We were weaving our way across back roads threatening to wash out.  I was on the phone with my Husband as we were both trying to watch the sky as we were driving.  We were debating on the clouds rotating above us, trying to determine if they were going to drop down or not. All the while keeping another eye on my friend behind me, making sure her car could keep up and she didn’t blow away.  We were both silent on the phone when he said, “You know this is why we aren’t pregnant yet.  We have to get our friend home safely.  I can only handle one pregnant woman at a time.”  I laughed.

After that storm hit our town and home, our stress level went through the ceiling.  It was a rare night we both got home early, ready to start digging through to find our yard, when another storm grew black in the skies.  I went inside and grabbed a glass of wine.  I rejoined my Husband and we stood in the middle of the yard, staring at the sky and I said, “You know, this is why I’m not pregnant yet.  The only way I’m making it through this week is with a lot of wine.  Can’t do that pregnant.”  He laughed.

It has been the running commentary for the past few months. Finding those moments where you are glad you aren’t pregnant.  You find the positive in it.  You laugh at it because sometimes it is just easier.  If you don’t laugh you’ll lose your mind.

Clomid-Month One

My regular OB/GYN took me as far as she could on my infertility journey before handing me over to the fertility specialist in her office.  The specialist and I met for the first time a few weeks ago and I love her.  We went over the past 20 months of what we have done and the testing.  She did an ultrasound to determine which side I had ovulated from last month and then we discussed starting the Clomid.  I had ovulated from my right side which is my blocked sideNormally you ovulate from one side one month and the next side the following month.  A nice little take turn process within your uterus.

Perfect. That meant I would take the Clomid and would ovulate from my good side this month.

Or Not.

Apparently my body has a different plan.  I went in for another ultrasound for us to find out I’m once again ovulating from the blocked side.  We won’t be having any luck this month and will not be doing a trigger shot or anything else.

To top it off my lining is very thin and I have to quit doing cardio and try to gain some weight.  This is the funniest part.  I can’t gain weight.  Been trying for 14 years.

Next month we will try a different drug that will hopefully not thin the lining as much but this month is pretty much a bust.  My doc gave me a brief smile and said it doesn’t hurt to try when I ovulate next week but don’t get my hopes up to high for results.

I walked out through the waiting room holding 8, count them, 8 happy pregnant couples.

This week has been frustrating enough and this was the cherry on top.

This is a waiting game.  Try this, try that, wait a week, wait 11 days, wait 3 days, wait for you period, try this, try that, wait a month.  You count, you keep apps, you pee on stick after stick, you count forwards and backwards and make another docters appointment.  Do all this on top of your normal life and I’m fucking exhausted this week.

Bright side-I can drink tonight.

 

When Balance in Life is Gone

You know, Preschool was so easy.  You had snack time, a nap, some toys and that was your day.  Maybe you learned a thing or two.  Hell, being 4 was easy, it wasn’t just Preschool.  But Preschool was your “job.”  How easy.

I really want to go back to being in Preschool.

The life where you are blissfully unaware of how long the days can get and you don’t know the meaning of stress.  I could probably get there now actually.  At 31 it looks more like a beach with someone handing you a drink with an umbrella in it but I just can’t quite get there right now.

Instead, this week is kicking my ass.  We had a storm roll through our small town and drill us with baseball size hail.  While there is a lot of damage, we are very lucky it is not much worse.  We are now in fix-it mode.  Our 8 month old house has a demolished roof, windows, deck, AC unit, and much more.  This week has been full of storm stress, clean up stress, phone calls, unexpected time off from work, rearranging of schedules and so on.  This doesn’t even count going to work and helping my customers with their own storm claims.

I was handling it okay until I woke up today and I’m exhausted.  I’ve been trying to get a grip on finding some balance.  I tried to sit and have a glass of wine last night with a friend and that worked for about 2 seconds.  I can’t get a grip on anything today.

We put our rental house on the market this week, I have another appointment with my fertility specialist on Friday, we are leaving for vacation next week, we have 5ft sinkhole in our backyard and then the storm gets thrown on my lap this week.

I wave the white flag.

Preschool, I’m sorry I rushed you.

 

 

I Get My Husband Back

The first alarm in my household goes off at 4AM.  The day starts then, the Hubby moving around in the dark, Fenway following right behind him looking for her food.  He dresses, kisses me good-bye and heads out.  Sometimes I go back to sleep, sometimes I don’t.  I won’t see him again until the sun is almost down.  A good night means he will come home by 8pm, a late night is 10pm or worse, he is out-of-town for the entire week.

We have conversations throughout the day that are cut off quickly by other incoming work phone calls.  Our evenings we struggle to keep our eyes open while trying to spend a few minutes together before calling an end to the day.

Our weekends are notany better.  We don’t make plans for Friday nights because I’ve just accepted the fact that he won’t get off any earlier and he will be too tired.  The alarm hasn’t changed for the weekends either.  No, we have had other commitments.  Or at least the Husband has.  We have had a rental house in the city that he previously lived in before we met.  It has been sitting vacant as he has ripped the guts out of it and has been piecing it back together.  Painfully and frustratingly the Husband has been pouring everything into that place.  We have had two mortgages, extra utility bills, extra insurance and all the cash that it takes to completely gut and rebuild a house built in 1897.

We are exhausted to say the least.

Not seeing each other is exhausting.  Major cash flow out is exhausting.  Running a household by myself is exhausting.  Having a husband who is working his ass off is exhausting.  It has been a long damn road.

Then it happened Saturday.  The last nail hit, the last dust cleaned, the last hole covered, the last bit of paint on the wall, and the house is done.  Wednesday is the “go live” date to sell it with a realtor that I ruthlessly interviewed.  We need this house to sell and we want it gone yesterday and I wanted the right person to do so.

We celebrated Saturday night and Sunday there was no alarm in our house.  We slept in.  We sat and ate breakfast together.  We did yard work together. We got groceries together.  We made the bed together.  We spent the whole day together and as we were walking out of a store my Husband grabbed my hand and said he felt like he was on vacation with this whole day together.

I cannot explain the relief we feel from this.  Sure, his regular week schedule doesn’t change but I have my Husband again on the weekends and that is something to be happy about. And next week we do have a real vacation to look forward to.

Happy 12th Birthday

Rebecca-

Happy 12th birthday!  For some reason I am really excited about you turning 12 this year.  Perhaps it is the fact that this past year you have really started to become more of a teenager.  Not that I am trying to make you grow up any faster but I am starting to learn how to love this new phase of life for you instead of being scared to death of it.  A few weeks ago you sat on your bedroom floor and played with your Barbies and the next day you offered to help me fold laundry.  The funny thing is, you don’t “help” with laundry like you did when you were little.  You can now fold towels to perfection and you put them away in the right spot.  It may seem minor to you but these are the little things that make me realize it is full speed ahead.

This was the first year your relationships have really changed with some of your boy friends.  You used to love to play with the boys and have slumber parties with them while building forts. (The downside of all my friends having boys.) I find you sticking to my side more when we are out with them and you look at them like they are noise covered in dirt.  The age gap is becoming more apparent and  your patience with them is thinning.  You look at it more as babysitting them than hanging out with them.

This past year you have also struggled with girls your age.  I think this is just something about this age level in general.  The claws come out and general meanness is something you are learning to deal with.  You have struggled with the fact that not everyone wants to simply get along and unfortunately I have had a lot of conversations with you that this is only the beginning.  There have been many talks about sticking up for yourself, dealing with bullies, not being a bully, walking away from situations, avoiding negative people and being a positive person.  I cannot tell you how many times I have to tell myself to take my own advice because we all struggle with this and I think kids are dealing with this at a younger and younger age.  And when you walk into school I pray that we have done everything right and given you the tools to handle situations.

Speaking of a million talks.  We have also started having more grown up talks about becoming a young lady in general.  I try to squeeze them in whenever possible and you are going to read this years from now and roll your eyes but you don’t roll your eyes now.  We talk about hormones and when girls start that time of the month.  You have announced that you are sure one of your friends at school gets her period because one day she is mean and the next she is nice.  So, we have a bit more talking on the difference between PMS, hormones and what an actual period is but we are getting there:)

Onto better things, this was the year we moved into our new home.  It took you some time and I know you still miss the apartment but you love this house.  You love having a yard, Fenway and your own bathroom.  You love sitting on the back deck with us and talking late at night.  We have slowly been decorating your room and you have made it into a rather cool tween room.  All blues and beach themed, it is pretty laid back and non obnoxious after a few compromises.  I know the hardest part about moving into this house was the fact that this house doesn’t have memories of your Dad and I in it.  One night when I went in to check on you before I went to bed, you were sound asleep and were curled up with two framed pictures.  One was of you and your Dad after one of his baseball games and the other was a picture of the three of us when you were about 18 months old.  You offered up a reason to me one day saying it fills the new room with Dad, like the apartment had.  You feel safer with that picture when you sleep and I’m not going to tell you no.

This past year you have also literally grown so much.  You have wanted nothing more than to be as tall as me and you officially are.  All giraffe arms and legs.  For a split second you wore the same shoe size as me but then those kept growing.  We have officially left the kids section and are now having to dig through some juniors stuff at the store.  There are even a few things in my closet that you can fit into.  I am totally fine with this right now because it is so much cheaper! It is also fun to see you get more of your own grown up style.  Gone are the days of little dresses and tiny shoes for sure!

You have spent a lot of time back at the farm this past year and your uncle and my Hubby have been teaching you about guns every time.  Normally you always sat on the sidelines but not anymore.  You are a pretty good aim with a 22 gauge at a beer can.  They also got you your first pink BB gun that you keep under your bed.  I have a feeling that BB gun isn’t going to satisfy you for too long as you have been eyeing a pink rifle at the store.  I’m sure a few more pleads and your uncle will buy that for you too.  You just aren’t to sure about actually hunting with him yet.  You are quite the well-rounded country girl.

In the past few months I’ve noticed how much more you are in to conversation.  You offer up much more than 2 word answers in response to questions or general conversation. You actually ask how my day went, remember details and follow up later.  You are also cracking us up with your quick remarks back at us.  It is just more and more of a personality coming out.

Part of a parents job is looking like we know what we are doing when half the time we have no clue.  We are winging this together most days and I think things are turning out okay.  I’m so proud of the young lady you have become and can’t wait to see what the future holds for you.

We love you.  Happy Birthday.