Because we have been Very Busy working on quantum mechanics in my class, I have not yet taught my children how to write their names*. Hence, cho-girl had to sigh for the sp*rm at school today. She was soooo ‘cited! It’s been a looonnng time since the FedEx man has come to school with a styrofoam box for me – over 2 years, which you’d know if you’d done your homework.
I’ve opted to use my good old Keeper this go round, not the Instead cup, as I am better at getting Teh Keeper in my hoo-ha. Plus, I have to run off to the theater for Large Fabric Instalations R Us (aka curtain making), so there is no time for a nice legs-in-the-air lie down this afternoon. Sophie is here so I’ll also be forgoing the un-required but helpful “activity” that usually accompanies an insem.
Keep your hands and arms inside the car, kids, it’s CD 12 with a high on the monitor, but negative opk, perfect CM and an afternoon insem.
*What we’re really working on is how not to pick your friend’s nose at circle time. No, actually, we’re working on how to not be so annoying that your teacher’s head explodes. No, really this time, we’re working on Independence and Peace.
Yes, I am . Blogging everyday is Teh Hard, y’all.
What do you want to hear about?
- How fab yesterday’s soup was? (Fab.)
- What old Clear Blue told me this morning? (Another high reading – my estrogen’s rising.)
- What I’m going to do about those 2 high readings? (Get pregnant tomorrow and Friday, instead of Friday and Saturday.)
- Why am I listening to a tiny machine that doesn’t always communicate so well? (Because my CM is all sparkley and eggy, and when my cervix and old Clear Blue agree, the time to move is now)
- Who I’m chatting with right now? (Chicory.)
- Who I’ll be teaching with tomorrow? (cho-girl – woo and hoo!)
- What I’ll be bring to school tomorrow, just to make her day? (Teh Coffeez.)
- How many days of NaBloPoMo are left? (Two. That’s 2.)
- Who loves you the best? (Me.)
The FedEx man comes tomorrow. Fasten your seat belts, kids, it’s CD 11.
I just had a very schizophrenic time on ichat, talking about sex parties with one friend, child development (and sex parties) with another and then Sophie, my pretend child, showed up on-line, too. Thank you Jesus for making sure it was not a group chat.
I was, as Sophie put it, multitasking, as I was also making dinner. There’s been precious little time to go to the grocery store since I got back from The Trip I Will Pine For Forever, and so I broke into the summer vegetable stash* in the freezer. Tomatoes, broccoli, yellow squash, chicken broth and basil from the freezer, with lentils and quinoa, Super Grain of the Future, and berbere from the “pantry.” I just added some Bragg’s and a smidge of vinegar. We’ll see.
Interestingly, Sophie comes across on IM as something of an adult. I’d like to take credit for her good sense of sarcasm, but I can’t. It’s all her.
Website of the day: FreeRice. Get smart and feed the world. Courtesy of my mama, so you know it’s good.
Today was a Dr. Accu day. I do love him. He got rid of my day-long headache, as well as doing his usual thing – needles and a brief but great shoulder rub. I’ve got 3 more days of follicular-phase herbs and then it’s on to the ovulation herbs.
Woo and hoo, it’s CD 10, y’all! I got a high on old Clear Blue this morning (WTF? There were/are NO other estrogen signs. Stupid monitor. I give it pee, just like it asks for, and all I get from it is ambiguity. This is no way to build a relationship.), and my donors are set to go.
*for the sake of accuracy: I didn’t use any of the foods pictured in that link, but you get the idea. I will totally throw you a picture of my freezer, soon because I know you care.
Is it wrong that I want to go back to my life of Riley in Boston? I am detoxing hard, y’all. It was so great. I got *fed*. People never feed me; I always feed them. R and I were sitting on the couch, reading, on Thursday and there was the smell of onions and olive oil coming from the kitchen and J and the Boston girl made soup. It was so weird and great to smell food and have nothing to do with its production. Okay, so I did cut up the onion, but then I sat on my ass on the couch, aka my bed, and read. R and I looked at each other, wide-eyed with wonder – food! For us! Wow.
In other, fascinating Boston news, I ran into a friend from here in Virginia while I was up there in Massachusetts. Randomly ran into her in a bar (after our amazing hot tub experience). We walked into said bar near the Boston kids’ house and stood in the doorway, scoping the scene for a minute, and suddenly, like a flash of joy, my old friend M was standing with her arm around me. She is the original mama of the Cat Not Yet Pictured on Caved (the bad cat, if you must know). I’d emailed her before I went up there, but she was slammed with family and guest dogs and so didn’t get back to me until Saturday. I figured I’d missed her, as I already had plans for that night (Teh Hot Tub), but no! There she was in the bar, smiling her same smile. Icing on a cake of a trip.
Here is one of my ever-astute observations from this trip. Folks in Boston don’t say “hey” to you the way folks in Virginia do. You know how it is: you’re walking down the street and you see somebody coming towards you and so you make eye contact, you nod, or say “hey,” or “how’re you,” or *something*. And you keep walking. But in Boston, no dice. I kept readying myself for the greeting-in-passing, but I never got any eye contact! Folks were nice, but no “hey,” no nodding, nothing. Weird, huh?
On the other side of the spectrum, Boston girl and I went to the North End to see the sites and went looking for something to eat. We stopped in front of Dolce Vita and while looking over the menu, a short, fat, cute, clearly Italian old man came out and declaimed the virtues of “his” restaurant. “You vegetarian?” he asked? Well, the Special Antipasto! So good! And for me, the omnivore, well, there’s veal, or chicken! Not so much on the quantity, but the quality! So good! We were sold; he was so cute! Once inside, he snapped his fingers and said, “2 here!” to nobody in particular, and toddled off. We didn’t see him again.
Do you think I’ll be able to write about anything else ever?
Back to the real world.
Here I am chez Starr Hill, lured back to central Virginia by LB’s talk of twisted naked tree branches. It *is* nice to be home. But, wow, it sure was hard to leave.
R and J and I left Teh Frozen North around 7 am and I got back here to Starr Hill just before 8 pm. 13 hours, which included a visit to the other DC lesbians. Not bad. Particularly when you take into account that I had to drive from R and J’s in Capitol Hill up to Brookland to see said other DC lesbians and then get myself all the way over to 66 to get home. Up and across DC all by my tiny self. And I did not get lost or scared. Ahem. Yay me! Leave congratulations in the comments, please.
Time for some nasty chinese herbs. It’s CD 8, kids, CD 8.
It’s fucking great here, y’all. Except for the antarctic temperatures, I mean. So great. I might not come home. I am sure the cats can follow my scent up 95 and find me here on the Boston kids’ couch (where I’ve been for the past 12 hours, minus getting up for blueberry pancakes).
In those 12 hours, I’ve slept; had crazy dreams, including one that foretells the outcome of the coming election (looks bad, y’all, real bad); finished Cavedweller (how the fuck did I forget about Dorothy Allison?); lounged and lounged some more. Now I’m here with the Boston Boy, reading and writing on the couch, aka my bed, while the Boston Girl showers. She says she’ll take me to the waterfront and, no, that is not a euphemism, but it should be. The DC girls, R and J, left us for some Alone Time with Somebody Else. (I see your Alone Time, Somebody Else and I raise you 12 hours in the car with R and J tomorrow! I’m the winner!) There was much weeping and gnashing of teeth at their departure. We heart them. We do. I speak for All of Us.
While in the Frozen North here I have:
- taken public transportation, my bbf
- talked about anything and everything with folks who are very smart
- saw J make the funniest face *ever* (EVER) when a squirrel ate out of her hand
- laughed a bunch over stupid shit
- eaten Indian food
- formed Teh Wonder Triplets with Boston Girl and R
- had my back scratched twice
- thought about ttc in ways that were not obsessive, nor were they stressful (yay)
- watched one bad movie and part of a good movie
- read a very, very good book (see above)
- lounged again
- saw fabulous and amazing works in progress and was so proud and impressed to see my friend doing work she loves
- lounged more
Vacations like this feel like stolen time. Like I’m getting something for nothing. As if I’m existing for a moment in a world that doesn’t quite exist.
Serious, y’all. I might not come home. Send some clean socks, underpants and warmer weather with the cats.