I have to admit being pregnant a second time around is different that I remember the first. I’m incredibly excited for this baby just like I was for kidlet, but I don’t remember being this nauseous all the time and just being so damn tired. Grumpy one minute and happy the next. I feel a bit off kilter.
I’ve also knitted four dishcloths two in the shape of a heart and I’m working on a fifth. I think I might try baby booties next. If I were Martha Stewart I would have 10 dishcloths done by now and would have made three people cry while redecorating an entire house, putting together an elegant family dinner and whipping a up a whimsical costume for kidlet. I know what you’re thinking, I need to let it go (Oh no, please not that song) and be at peace with what I can do, but I can’t.
Okay, I’m joking, I don’t want to be Martha Stewart, I don’t like to make people cry and most of the time it’s a good idea for me not to make dinner, especially right now. All I want is buffalo sauce on everything. Everything. And cheese. There is not enough cheese in my life right now.
The Geek and I have been trying unsuccessfully since kidlet turned 1 to have a second baby. We went to a fertility specialist in April and started the process of testing and ultrasounds and xrays and blood draws, so much blood drawn, and in June we did Clomid and IUI. The doctor, the staff, everyone was awesome, the process of IUI was very unsettling for me and uncomfortable for both the Geek and I. It was after the procedure that we decided that if it did not work then we were done trying and we would be happy with just kidlet.
Well, it worked. My estimated due date is March 10th, 2016. There were two very large eggs and after having two blood draws and seeing my numbers more than double the Geek is convinced that we are having twins. I’m not but I will be happy no matter what.
In addition to that the Geek is looking to join a new company, should be hearing something this week. The month of June has been a very emotional one, but in a good way. I’m currently 4 weeks and 5 days along. Here’s hoping a for a happy and healthy pregnancy.
I have a 3 year old daughter. It took a good 4 years to have said 3 year old. Now we’re trying for a sibling for the 3 year old. We’ve been trying since she turned 1. You may not have noticed but I’m not getting any younger, yes, I know, I look like I’m 19, okay, no I don’t, but I can dream so don’t burst my bubble and I won’t burst yours. I see co-workers and friends getting pregnant, some for the first time others for the second or even third or fourth and I find myself jealous. I find myself thinking why isn’t that me? Why can’t I get pregnant? I’m happy for all of them of course I am, but there’s that small part of me that hurts and is angry. That small dark corner of my mind that says it’s not fair, what’s wrong with me, why is not happening for me?
Now comes to the getting over it portion, I am someone who wants things done and wants them now. If it’s not working then you fix it and if that doesn’t work you fix it again and again until it either works or you’ve exhausted every possibility. In order to “get over it” we’ll be looking into seeing a fertility doctor and going from there. We’ll keep trying, I’ll keep being happy on the outside and I’ll work on chipping away at that dark corner until it’s no longer there.
Christmas. Oh Christmas. The joy of having a 3 year old at Christmas. Spent too much money and bought her a ton of stuff, yes, I know, I’m teaching her that the meaning of Christmas is about getting things. Am I? Maybe, but she’s my kidlet, and honestly I think the Geek and I have done a pretty good job of teaching her that Christmas is just about gifts and getting things. We had a great Christmas with kidlet, she had fun and so did we, and in the end that’s all that matters.
2015 is right around the corner, I find it incredible that we’ve been in Oregon for 18 months. The original plan was to move by 2020, but in 2013 I couldn’t take it anymore, I saw the ocean for the first time, I went to San Diego and realized that I was never going to be happy living in New Mexico. I applied for a job within in my company in Oregon and the rest as they say is history. Living outside of Portland has just opened up so many opportunities for new experiences, not to mention the beer. I would move here just for the beer. I tried a Boneyard RPM the other day, and now all I want is IPAs, which makes the Geek pretty happy as that’s his favorite. Let’s not forget the wine either, Oregon and Washington have some really fantastic vineyards.
While I still have not managed to obtain Martha Stewart like skills when it comes to crafting, I did finish a scarf for kidlet. I’m working on a second one. I finally figured out the purl stitch, and in 2015 I plan to break out my sewing machine and give it a whirl again.
Of course I can’t forget the resolutions for New Years right? Same resolutions as last year pretty much, lose weight, exercise more, add a sibling for kidlet. Resolutions, I’ve got em.
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Is like an addiction, I absolutely love it. I suck at it. I’m terrible at it. It hurts, it hurts so much, my knees, my left ankle, but I love it. I can’t do it for long, I can only do a little here and there and the rest is spent walking but I do it. Rain or shine I do it and I do it six days a week. It’s helping with the weight loss, but I do need to do a better job of that too. Running though, I can see why people do it.
The Geek had this brilliant plan to dress up Kidlet as the Bride of Frankenstein for Halloween since she has a stuffed baby Frankenstein Monster. I thought it was an excellent idea and attempted to make the costume myself, I figured how hard could it be? I’ll buy a flat white sheet, a sheer white curtain, put a hole in the middle of each and then hem it and we’re good to go.
Yeah…no. Not so much. I bought a twin flat sheet because I couldn’t find one that was crib sized, Kidlet is 3 years old so the twin was huge. I tried to hem the sheet. Didn’t have white thread so went with black to give it a creepy feel. Unfortunately I wasn’t able to sew in a straight line, I measured very badly, and then cut the hole for the neck too big. I tried to fix the neck, screwed it up three times and jammed the sewing machine four times.
Kidlet went as Rapunzel for Halloween and she loved it.
We had trick or treaters this year since we moved to the townhouse we’re renting. Our last trick or treaters of the night were a couple in the twenties who had their kitten with them, they were dressed as squirrels from a TV show that I know nothing about and their kitten had butterfly wings. Kidlet loved it, she got to pet the kitten, hand out candy, and talk to the couple about their costumes. It completely made her night. The kitten was cute and I got to rid of candy. A win-win for all.
Halloween means Fall and Fall is favorite season, it’s chilly and the leaves turn colors and in Portland it means rain. Living in New Mexico Fall meant that Starbucks would sell Pumpkin Spice Lattes and the weather would finally start to cool off and it wouldn’t be so damn hot. The Geek and I have wanted to move to Portland Oregon for a few years now and last year we finally did it. Fall in Portland is completely different than Fall in NM. We have trees here that actually turn colors and then fall off the trees. That’s not to say that all of NM is a desert, it’s not, but I lived in the desert for 10 years and I lived in NM until I moved to Oregon. I love chilly days and nights, I love the rain here (yes, I realize that because I’m not a native that the rain is awesome to me and to people who have lived here for a while the rain is not), and I love that the coffee shops put out the Fall flavors. Everything about Fall makes me happy. Including Thanksgiving, because pumpkin pie.