Here's one of those posts where I hope my MIL doesn't know about this blog somehow, because I'll get lots of questions and some serious negativity if she does.
Today was Mother's Day. For the majority of the day, I held it together. I don't think any of DH's family had any idea that this was a little difficult for me. DH and I debated telling his parents that we've been TTC, but we ultimately came to the conclusion that we'll wait until we know if this cycle was successful. If AF shows, we'll tell them. If she doesn't, we'll wait a little longer and then break the news of our BFP. But I digress. Like I said, I held it together most of the day without any real issues. We headed home in the afternoon, and went to evening services. Again, I was fine until the closing prayer. The guy who lead it said something to the effect of "please be with the women who are desiring to be great mothers someday." I instantly got weepy, and had a hard time stemming the flow. It's so hard to bear this burden silently, and my heart goes out to the women who have shouldered the load for so much longer than me. Thus far, we've had three cycles, and there are no known fertility issues. I definitely wouldn't say that I'm discouraged with our TTC process yet, but I do think I'm just as disappointed by BFNs as the next woman. I've made the decision that I probably won't test this cycle. Timing wasn't the best, and my temps aren't that impressive, so I don't want the disappointment of seeing that stark white negative. I'm noticing a strange lack of phantom symptoms this cycle, other than some mild, persistent cramping low in my abdomen. And even then, it's hard not to read into it.
To the moms out there, Happy Mother's day. To the women waiting to be moms, God bless. Also...to my darling Salt...congratulations on your BFP! I'm beyond happy for you and I'm praying that this is your sticky, healthy baby. Love you!
May 9, 2011
May 5, 2011
The challenges of living with a picky eater
I love DH. Really, I do. He's my best friend, my one and only, my soulmate, the father of my future children. But there's this one thing about him that just peeves me.
He's a picky eater.
I know, I know. "It's not that big of a deal," you say. "Being picky is better than being a jerk/neglectful husband/cross-dresser," you say. And while these things may be true, I'll tell you why this frustrates me so much. I. Love. Food. Almost any food. Italian, Mexican, Indian, Chinese, Japanese, American...you name it, I'll (probably) eat it. I'm the kind of person who has always wanted to try haggis, and would probably like it. But DH? DH is a meat and taters kinda guy. And not even exciting meat and taters. I accuse him of not liking vegetables, and he says, "I like vegetables! I like potatoes...and corn...and green beans." Two of those three don't count, DH. They're starches. They're not even really all that good for you.
So now, I'm the end of my rope, and trying to come up with ways to sneak veggies into his diet. He's told me that I can just buy food without telling him in advance, or cook things without telling him what's in it. But my dilemma is that if he tastes it and doesn't like it, he just won't eat it. Then I'm left with lots of effort and time wasted, and too much leftover food. Sigh. Someday, I will learn how to trick him into eating wonderful food. Someday, I will cook interesting things like quinoa and naan. But until then, I'll keep making pan-friend chicken and mashed potatoes, and dreaming of food.
He's a picky eater.
I know, I know. "It's not that big of a deal," you say. "Being picky is better than being a jerk/neglectful husband/cross-dresser," you say. And while these things may be true, I'll tell you why this frustrates me so much. I. Love. Food. Almost any food. Italian, Mexican, Indian, Chinese, Japanese, American...you name it, I'll (probably) eat it. I'm the kind of person who has always wanted to try haggis, and would probably like it. But DH? DH is a meat and taters kinda guy. And not even exciting meat and taters. I accuse him of not liking vegetables, and he says, "I like vegetables! I like potatoes...and corn...and green beans." Two of those three don't count, DH. They're starches. They're not even really all that good for you.
So now, I'm the end of my rope, and trying to come up with ways to sneak veggies into his diet. He's told me that I can just buy food without telling him in advance, or cook things without telling him what's in it. But my dilemma is that if he tastes it and doesn't like it, he just won't eat it. Then I'm left with lots of effort and time wasted, and too much leftover food. Sigh. Someday, I will learn how to trick him into eating wonderful food. Someday, I will cook interesting things like quinoa and naan. But until then, I'll keep making pan-friend chicken and mashed potatoes, and dreaming of food.
May 2, 2011
Ding dong, Bin Laden's dead.
I was just chillin' on TB, like always, when someone posted a thread about Osama Bin Laden's death. I threw the TV on and watched Obama's presidential address. What an incredible victory for the United States, and even for the men and women who have been opressed under his tyrannical rule. We always remember Bin Laden as the evil behind the 9/11 attacks, but we also need to remember that he was responsible for the death of thousands of Muslims. The world has gotten rid of such an evil man, and I'm so proud to be an American right now. Regardless of political affiliation, this is a victory. I fear for our soldiers still on location, because there will undoubtedly be serious backlash from the radicals who supported Bin Laden. They need all the prayers we can offer up for their safety.
For those of you who might read my blog from TB, do me a favor and leave a comment. I'm just curious as to whether or not anyone actually reads, or if I'm just writing to thin air. While I'm still on here, I'll throw out an update about Grandpa. He's doing well! Still in some pain, which is to be expected, but recovering nicely. He showed us his incision in the hospital, and it was so thin and clean looking. I was impressed...his surgeon really has skills. Grandpa is learning to love morphine. It will be really hard on him to not be his normal, active self, but I think this scared him enough that he'll behave and let his chest heal up. I still can't give enough praise to God for bringing him safely through this. I love my Grandpa, and I'm so glad he's still here.
For those of you who might read my blog from TB, do me a favor and leave a comment. I'm just curious as to whether or not anyone actually reads, or if I'm just writing to thin air. While I'm still on here, I'll throw out an update about Grandpa. He's doing well! Still in some pain, which is to be expected, but recovering nicely. He showed us his incision in the hospital, and it was so thin and clean looking. I was impressed...his surgeon really has skills. Grandpa is learning to love morphine. It will be really hard on him to not be his normal, active self, but I think this scared him enough that he'll behave and let his chest heal up. I still can't give enough praise to God for bringing him safely through this. I love my Grandpa, and I'm so glad he's still here.
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