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Don’t get too distracted, I’m trying to get pregnant here!
CD 12, high on old Clear Blue, crazy amounts of eggwhite CM and a bare smidge of hope for this Cycle of Almost Hopeless Last Chances, because very, very, very good things are happening at the very top levels of the IVP. Things that are not yet bloggable because I don’t want to fuck with the mojo. But be joyous, my friends, good things are happening.
(shh…tiny link, so as not to fuck up the mojo)
- show up
- bring your nice bf
- spoil cats
- chat in bathroom while brushing teeth
- clip cats’ claws
- pick up host from airport, thereby saving said host long, long nighttime drive
- make self at home
- leave delicious cookies
- love cats more than host does
- put up with rather large group of rather raucous company early xmas morning
- put on appropriate holiday themed music for aforementioned rather raucous company when host forgets that stereo exists
- talk in Cute Animal Voice™ to cats
- strip sheets from guest bed
- don’t leave (please)
The Boston kids are leaving. *sigh*
After a shitty, shitty Day O’ Travel, I am home. And, thanks to my very own Boston Girl and Boy, the cats are happy and have been well-manicured in my absence.
And there is a fire and whiskey and friends over. And tomorrow there’s folks coming for Breakfast Carbs and coffeez. Hooray and yay!
Merry, merry Everything to you, my friends.
There’s these folks in central va who have recently started roasting their own coffee, after years of running a coffee shop downtown. It’s delicious, and their kids are fucking cute. Long ago, back in the day, my Seattle friend, the girl one, and I used to get coffee from them. So I thought it would be nice to bring a bag of their coffee out here with me. Here being Seattle, specifically the couch in apartment 304. Anyway. I was up with the new baby from a little before 5 on, so the other adults could get some real sleep in, and round about 7 (when it was still dark – wtf?) I scrounged around and found the press-pot and made some coffee. Oh, god – so good. Especially with cookies that some kind person had brought over.
You see, I’ve “given up” coffee in the name of ttc (don’t laugh – it’s sort of true). Several years ago, I picked up the Toves and Brill book at Babeland (yes, I bought a book about getting pregnant at a s.ex toy store) and one of the things they talk about is giving up coffee. So I did. It was easy. I’d always loved it, but never really *needed* it to wake up. Morning is great – who needs coffee? Really, giving it up was no big deal at first, but then, I started to miss it. Coffee is good, y’all. So good. I think I’ll have another cup…… You, see? Fabulous. So I’ve been on and off coffee for a while now: I’ll drink it pretty regularly when if I’m taking a break, but mostly I have green tea in the mornings (helpful for CM, or so say many of the Alterna-Fertility Sources) and a weekly treat of coffee plus the occasional other cup, say, if some kind soul brings us coffee at work or cho-girl needs an afternoon coffee date. I’d like to tell you that the result of all this is that I am now knocked up. But, no. The real result of all this abstaining is that I love coffee even more. And appreciate it. Absence, even just occasional absence, makes the heart grow fonder. And I am fond of you, dear, dear coffee. So fond of your deliciousness and bitter tastiness and fragrant steam. And yes, I will become one with you the whole fucking time I am in Seattle and it will be great. Great, I tell you.
Another libation I’ve given up – sort of – is alcohol. We’ll say sort of because I only really abstain during the two week wait. Otherwise, I’ll live it up. Well, not really, as my tolerance has dropped to the level of a giggling first year sorority girl. *sigh* But, as with coffee, the lack has lead to an even greater appreciation. A more full savoring, you might say. Whiskey – good stuff.
What’s so fascinating about all this, if you’re fascinated by the less-than intricate workings of my body and psyche, is that it become abundantly clear that I am not a teetotaler. Not in the literal/historic sense, nor in the figurative sense. I’m not really into doing or not doing *anything* religiously. I fascinate myself. Ha.
Also speaking of addiction, I have a real soft spot for my computer, which I am posting on as we speak! Any other posts or electronic communication has gone out by way of my friend’s computer, which she is unendingly generous with, but I’ve missed my machine. One might say I’ve been going through withdrawal, or one might simply note the joyousness of our current reunion. As you know from previous posts, I’ve been unable to connect to the wireless network here for unknown reasons, but just now I found an unprotected one. In fact, the mainbody of this post was written 2 days ago. Thank you, oh trusting holder of the network zoom. Thank you.
Off to make some custard.
I’ve got a small bone to pick with Apple. Since I upgraded to the new OS, I can’t seem to use my friends’ secure wireless networks. Even after they give me the password. It’s happened here in Seattle and, looking back, I wonder if that was what was going on in Boston. Anyway, I am stealing my friend’s computer while she naps. With the baby and her husband. I am jonesing for my machine – I really, really miss the two-finger scroll. Not an Euphemism. I swear.
I’ve been IM-ing with Sophie, which is always entertaining, as it gives me a different, distanced sense of her. Not seeing her in front of me somehow lets me see her in a new light – she seems older, funnier. Minus the tweener-speak crap – “u” for “you” and that sort of shit. But really, y’all, the kid’s a riot:
Sophie: i wrapped ur present 2day!!!me: you mean, my pony?!Sophie: uh yeah… (cough cough)i needed sooo much wrapping papr to wrap it!!!me: aw – i think i’ll name it…..ummmm…..paco!paco the ponyis he cute?say yes!Sophie: hahahayeah totally….me: thank god – i would give him back if he weren’t cuteSophie: paco the pony… real smart…
I’m always telling her I want a pony when she asks me what I want for my birthday or Christmas. I miss her a bunch. We always do run-of-the-mill holiday things once school ends, like walk downtown to look at the gingerbread houses and bake cookies and go to movies and lay around and read. But I’m not there. Oh, well – after I get home I’ll get my fix.
In other, new baby news, things are good – we took Small Fruit Baby to the doctor today and she’s gained 8 ounces since birth on Monday. Kid’s a rock star. The birth was crazy intense, but things are as smooth as they can be now. Her daddy needs to write down her birthstory, because, god damn, the man can write. Other than the doctor outing, we’re doing a lot of nothing – laying around eating, cooking and tidying (2 of my faves!), passing the baby, trying to convince her that day is day and night is night. I am more and more convinced that a ratio of 3:1 is perfect for newborns.
Oh! And? I drove! In a strange city! And did not get lost or scared!
I got tagged for a meme! By Gold Star! We both have “star” in our fake names! Oh, boy!
1. Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate?
egg nog – from my aunt Jesse’s recipe
2. Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree?
both ways, Santa goes both ways
3. Colored lights on tree/house or white?
white on the tree, none on the house this year because I’m slack
4. Do you hang mistletoe?
when I can get it – last year’s is still up
7. Favorite Holiday memory as a child.
ummmm…… all of them? Except the one when I was 5 and puking.
8. When and how did you learn the truth about Santa?
from my ever-truthful mama; this is a total lie, she’d still be playing along if she could – really I learned the truth about Santa from a Laura Ingalls Wilder book
9. Do you open a gift on Christmas eve?
when I was a kid, we’d do one and only one on Christmas Eve, but now I open all my teacher gifts then
10. How do you decorate your Christmas tree?
with a lot of commentary from Sophie
11. Snow! Love it or dread it?
love, love, love
12. Can you ice skate?
13. Do you remember your favorite gift?
14. What is the most important thing about the Holidays for you?
time off from work! Woo and Hoo! (And my friends, and my families.) And time off from work!
15. What is your favorite Holiday dessert?
popcorms! And hot toddies! And eggnog!
16. What is your favorite Holiday tradition?
folks coming to visit and having popcorms and hot toddies and egg nog with me, and making fun of Jesus, and looking at lights with Sophie, and having more folks over for Commonwealth Special Christmas Morning
17. What tops your tree?
a dove – peace, yo
18. Which do you prefer giving or receiving?
what was the question?
20. Candy Canes! Yuck or Yum?
So, for reals, I got a virtual copy of this meme from Sophie, my pretend child, by way of email just a few days ago. It was full of “r” instead of “are” and shit like that. Ah, pre-adolescence…..
‘Kay, y’all. My computer is not playing nice with the internets here in Seattle, although all other things are good, so I’ll post as I can.
Merry Everything, y’all
Or, good news always outweighs bad.
So, yes, my adoring fans, you do not have to give up on this being a ttc blog – my period started last night and so I’ll be trying again shortly. You know you’re excited!
Also, everybody in blogland is getting snow, except us here in Central VA. Do you know why? Because now we are Richmond. When I was a kid, back in the day, we got snow good and proper: a few small storms of a couple inches each, and every other year or so a Big Snow – a couple feet. And, back in the day, Richmond would get ice and rain when we got snow, or so the weather reports said. And now? There are calls for snow, and we get rain and ice. We are Richmond now. I am not so much a fan of Richmond.
Anyway, the real news, the Good News, is that there is a new baby come. A tiny girl born early today in Seattle to my dear friends there.
For I have observed her star at its rising and will go to pay her homage.