I am digging this name meme going around. Since I'm working hard to post more often, I'm going to be fairly lazy and do the meme unstead of posting something substantive. C'mon, surely you've learned to accept mediocrity from me by now, yes?
The Name Game
1.Your rock star name (first pet, current car): Inky Accord
2.Your gangsta name (favorite ice cream flavor, favorite type of shoe): Mint Chocolate Chip Flip Flop
3.Your Native American name (favorite color, favorite animal): Blue Dog
4.Your soap opera name (middle name, city where you were born): Christel Cheverly
5.Your Star Wars name (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 of your first name): Conle
6.Superhero name (2nd favorite color, favorite drink): Green Root Beer
7.NASCAR name (the first names of your grandfathers): Kenneth Eugene
8.Dancer name (the name of your favorite perfume/cologne/scent, favorite candy): Vanilla Peanut Butter Cup
9.TV weather anchor name (your 5th grade teacher’s last name, a major city that starts with the same letter): I have no idea -- do you seriously remember your 5th grade teacher's name?
10.Spy name (your favorite season/holiday, flower): Autumn Wildflower
11.Cartoon name:(favorite fruit, article of clothing you’re wearing right now): Nectarine Pajamas
12.Hippie name (what you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree): Apple Cherry
13.Movie star name (first pet, first street where you lived): Inky Albatross
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Sunday, August 31, 2008
More pics
I guess I've opened up the floodgates because now I want to post more pictures. :-)
We had pictures taken at the mall yesterday. I scanned in some of them because I'm into breaking the law. Then, I'm so lame that I took a picture of some framed pictures. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
Here is a trilogy of the whole gaggle of dorks:
And here are a couple of the kids:
Enough gushing. Thank you a zillion times over for supporting me on this journey. 'Nuff said.
We had pictures taken at the mall yesterday. I scanned in some of them because I'm into breaking the law. Then, I'm so lame that I took a picture of some framed pictures. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
Here is a trilogy of the whole gaggle of dorks:
And here are a couple of the kids:
I honestly got misty when I saw the family photo. All my life I dreamed of taking a family photo. Of course I imagined myself considerably thinner, but I'm working on it. I just cannot believe that I am the person in that picture of the happy family with 2 kids. I've avoided writing the post about how EVERY SINGLE DAY I feel like I've won the freakin' lottery. Each time I try to write, it disintegrates into a sniveling, rambling mush of gobbledygook. So I probably won't be writing it.
Enough gushing. Thank you a zillion times over for supporting me on this journey. 'Nuff said.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
I love you more than old pee
I swore I wasn't going to plaster pictures of my children all over a blog that is supposed to be about IF. But I'm weak. I can't resist. Hell, I'm so deranged that I'm planning to post a video I took of Liam, that's how bad I am now.
I genuinely enjoy looking at other bloggers' kid pictures, even did while still trying to TTC. Plus, I have about a dozen pictures of pee sticks in various posts, so how can I not at least have equal amounts of my kids without sending the message that they are less important than dried urine?
If you don't want to see them, I understand. Otherwise, scroll down...
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Here is one of the little dude smiling away
Here Kevin was reading them a book
I genuinely enjoy looking at other bloggers' kid pictures, even did while still trying to TTC. Plus, I have about a dozen pictures of pee sticks in various posts, so how can I not at least have equal amounts of my kids without sending the message that they are less important than dried urine?
If you don't want to see them, I understand. Otherwise, scroll down...
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Here is one of the little dude smiling away
Here Kevin was reading them a book
Pay no attention to the drool on his shirt
Friday, August 15, 2008
IF Tourette's
I'm still just in awe of the post I mentioned in my last entry. So right on the money. Wow.
It insipired Sky to post her feelings on the subject. She is a saint of a woman. She is still able to be genuinely happy for other pregnant people (non-stirrup queens). It's like she's from another planet or something, that's how much I don't understand how she is able to do it.
I am not a saint of a woman. No way, shape, or form. After I left a comment on her blog about the post, I realized it contained some of the stuff I'd been wanting to talk about here. So, since I am spectacularly lazy, I'm just going to copy my comment verbatim...
"You are a far, far better woman than I. For I am bitter and jealous and all things nasty. I wish I wasn't, but I am. Although I usually hide it well because most people never know.
However, I do audibly snort in disgust when a woman complains about not getting pregnant on the first or second try. I guess that's not so subtle, huh?
Also, I am ultra sensitive to the notion that someone within earshot might be experiencing IF that I don't know about. Therefore, when some dumbass says to me, "Wow, a boy and a girl... you sure are lucky" or "Hey, you had the whole summer off for maternity leave, you sure planned that right", I go crazy. It's like I've got IF Tourette's Syndrome because I start mouthing off like a lawn sprinkler on crack saying, "It takes us a long time, a lot of work, and a lot of money to make babies. We endured 4 IUIs, 3 IVFs and 2 miscarriages to get where we are. While I do feel lucky now, I didn't in the past and I certainly wasn't able to plan jack shit. Put that in your pipe and smoke it, dickwad."
Hmmmm, perhaps I don't actually hide it all that well after all, eh?
I truly hope that your IF journey ends soon, that you get the baby(ies) you so desire. In the meantime, I hope you are able to hold on to your positive attitude and ability to genuinely be happy for others. I'm too jaded and evil at this point to do it. Sad, but true."
Luckily I know I'm not a horrid person with a hard, black heart. These are my feelings based on my current circumstances (and previous 5 years of infertility). I distinctly remember my uber-fertile neighbor telling me once that I wasn't horrible. I was complaining that I was that person -- the one you need to tiptoe around, the one you are afraid to announce a pregnancy to, the emotionally fragile one. That's icky, I don't want to be that person. Anyway, she said, "You aren't THAT person, you're just in THAT situation right now."
Her comment helped me immensely. It didn't make me any nicer to the fertiles in the world, but it sure made my cold, black little heart feel a bit better that day.
It insipired Sky to post her feelings on the subject. She is a saint of a woman. She is still able to be genuinely happy for other pregnant people (non-stirrup queens). It's like she's from another planet or something, that's how much I don't understand how she is able to do it.
I am not a saint of a woman. No way, shape, or form. After I left a comment on her blog about the post, I realized it contained some of the stuff I'd been wanting to talk about here. So, since I am spectacularly lazy, I'm just going to copy my comment verbatim...
"You are a far, far better woman than I. For I am bitter and jealous and all things nasty. I wish I wasn't, but I am. Although I usually hide it well because most people never know.
However, I do audibly snort in disgust when a woman complains about not getting pregnant on the first or second try. I guess that's not so subtle, huh?
Also, I am ultra sensitive to the notion that someone within earshot might be experiencing IF that I don't know about. Therefore, when some dumbass says to me, "Wow, a boy and a girl... you sure are lucky" or "Hey, you had the whole summer off for maternity leave, you sure planned that right", I go crazy. It's like I've got IF Tourette's Syndrome because I start mouthing off like a lawn sprinkler on crack saying, "It takes us a long time, a lot of work, and a lot of money to make babies. We endured 4 IUIs, 3 IVFs and 2 miscarriages to get where we are. While I do feel lucky now, I didn't in the past and I certainly wasn't able to plan jack shit. Put that in your pipe and smoke it, dickwad."
Hmmmm, perhaps I don't actually hide it all that well after all, eh?
I truly hope that your IF journey ends soon, that you get the baby(ies) you so desire. In the meantime, I hope you are able to hold on to your positive attitude and ability to genuinely be happy for others. I'm too jaded and evil at this point to do it. Sad, but true."
Luckily I know I'm not a horrid person with a hard, black heart. These are my feelings based on my current circumstances (and previous 5 years of infertility). I distinctly remember my uber-fertile neighbor telling me once that I wasn't horrible. I was complaining that I was that person -- the one you need to tiptoe around, the one you are afraid to announce a pregnancy to, the emotionally fragile one. That's icky, I don't want to be that person. Anyway, she said, "You aren't THAT person, you're just in THAT situation right now."
Her comment helped me immensely. It didn't make me any nicer to the fertiles in the world, but it sure made my cold, black little heart feel a bit better that day.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
I Heart Bridges
How in the heck did I miss this post? Good grief, I want to have it tatooed on myself somewhere.
The fact that I now have 2 healthy children stops me from doing such a radical thing because, well, I would feel pretty hypocritical. But it is, nonetheless, exactly how I felt during our IF journey. Hell, it's how I still feel when I see a confident, carefree, glowing pregnant chick. After I'm done spitting nails at them and giving them the EvilEye, I want to read the post to them verbatim.
By the way, I found this post by hopping around on Bridges and just reading random posts that seemed interesting. If you haven't gone to Bridges yet, you really should.
As for me, things are good. I started back to work today. That was a serious drag. I love my job, and I love my co-workers even more, but I wish I was home with my kids. Oh well, not gonna happen (unless we'd like to be homeless) so I need to hitch up my panties and get going.
I have 4 different posts started but none of them finished. Maybe now that I'm back at work, I'll have more time to post. That sounds awful, but damn if it isn't the truth... Also, I'll post some pictures soon. Megan's 4th bday is in about a week and Liam is a few days away from 3 months. I feel so blessed it truly makes me cry sometimes. I'm such a sap.
Please head over and give Rho some love. My heart is breaking for her.
The fact that I now have 2 healthy children stops me from doing such a radical thing because, well, I would feel pretty hypocritical. But it is, nonetheless, exactly how I felt during our IF journey. Hell, it's how I still feel when I see a confident, carefree, glowing pregnant chick. After I'm done spitting nails at them and giving them the EvilEye, I want to read the post to them verbatim.
By the way, I found this post by hopping around on Bridges and just reading random posts that seemed interesting. If you haven't gone to Bridges yet, you really should.
As for me, things are good. I started back to work today. That was a serious drag. I love my job, and I love my co-workers even more, but I wish I was home with my kids. Oh well, not gonna happen (unless we'd like to be homeless) so I need to hitch up my panties and get going.
I have 4 different posts started but none of them finished. Maybe now that I'm back at work, I'll have more time to post. That sounds awful, but damn if it isn't the truth... Also, I'll post some pictures soon. Megan's 4th bday is in about a week and Liam is a few days away from 3 months. I feel so blessed it truly makes me cry sometimes. I'm such a sap.
Please head over and give Rho some love. My heart is breaking for her.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Are You Serious?
Did you guys see this story about how more women are donating eggs because the economy is bad?
http://www.fox5vegas.com/news/17045493/detail.html
It's the end of the article that kills me:
He said it is a fairly simple process that takes about three weeks. “It's more invasive than donating sperm, but still, it's painless, and there's more time involved, but we try to make it as smooth a process as possible,” Shapiro said. He said the side effects of donation usually include some aches and cramps, similar to those of a woman's period.
WTF?!?! Obviously spoken from a moron who never actually donated eggs. Stupid jackass.
http://www.fox5vegas.com/news/17045493/detail.html
It's the end of the article that kills me:
He said it is a fairly simple process that takes about three weeks. “It's more invasive than donating sperm, but still, it's painless, and there's more time involved, but we try to make it as smooth a process as possible,” Shapiro said. He said the side effects of donation usually include some aches and cramps, similar to those of a woman's period.
WTF?!?! Obviously spoken from a moron who never actually donated eggs. Stupid jackass.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Lame Slacker
Yeah man, that's me. Ms. Sucky Blogger 2008. I'm considering getting myself a beauty pageant-style sash with that printed on it. I actually have numerous things I've wanted to post about, but can't seem to get the thoughts to gel together in my head (I'm sure the sleep deprivation doesn't have anything to do with it). Also, I've got to stop reading Alexa's blog because after enjoying her posts, anything I could possibly write sounds like it was penned by a drunk preschooler. Reading her stuff is good for the entertainment value, but bad for a blogger's ego.
The next couple pictures of are Megan and Liam. It's impossible to put into words what it feels like to have him here (other than "tiring" but that's okay too), so I won't try. Instead, I'll spend my energy praying for healthy babies for all of my friends who desire them. Here are the little devils tearing up our house these days...
In the meantime, I've got a few pictures...
We eat a lot of deli rotisserie chicken in our house. Kevin and I always pull on the wishbone (sounds sorta dirty, that's funny), and I swear to you that I win 99.9% of the time. Anyway, today we snapped a wishbone and, as usual, I won. What did I wish for, you ask? I wished that this person would have a healthy and safe pregnancy (with no more drama) resulting in a gorgeous stupendous baby. Man oh man oh man I hope that wish comes true.
The next couple pictures of are Megan and Liam. It's impossible to put into words what it feels like to have him here (other than "tiring" but that's okay too), so I won't try. Instead, I'll spend my energy praying for healthy babies for all of my friends who desire them. Here are the little devils tearing up our house these days...
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