You have to watch those practical jokes.
A couple of weeks ago, I started looking at the calendar trying to figure out when that beloved relative of mine was due back for a visit. Hmmm, she's a little late. I didn't think much of it. After all, 7 years of infertility leads you to not think much of that kind of thing.
So, the next day, I decided take a pregnancy test to get things started. That is the best way to start your period, y'know. But, I decided to have a little fun with my poor husband. I would come downstairs all excited to see how he reacted. Kinda mean, maybe.
As I sat waiting to see the results of my test (why do I wait when I know what it's going to say?) and planning my facial expression, I started paying more attention to what was going on. See, normally, it takes a few minutes for the test line to show up, and then, if it is positive, the "pregnant" line starts to darken over the course of 3-5 minutes. In theory, any line--no matter how faint--is a positive.
But mine didn't work that way.
No, not at all.
The "pregnant" line showed up nice and dark. Before the test line.
Jokes on me!
Naturally, I made C run to the store and buy another test. Actually, he volunteered. That was a digital test. It was an agonizing minute while I watched that annoying hour glass flash at me. I think I'd rather just use the old fashioned-watch-the-pee-creep-across kind if I have to do it again.
Finally, it flashed my answer. Pregnant.
So, apparently I am. 7 weeks according to my calculations. That puts us in line for a May baby. Right around J's birthday. I'm not sure I will totally believe it until I hear a heartbeat or feel a kick or something. It still seems a little unreal. Remember-that's 7 YEARS of infertility.
One starts to believe a certain view of the world, and it is hard to switch a brain over to a new reality. But I'm trying! My body is helping me too. I feel pretty good so far, fortunately. I felt a little nauseous yesterday from not eating lunch (church). I'm also very tired, but that could just as easily be from E waking up all too frequently! LOL
And then there are the frequent trips to the potty and sore chest, and the very slightly growing belly. That seems a little unfair to me, honestly. I mean, only 7 weeks, or rather 5 weeks of a growing kiddo, and I have already put away at least one pair of pants? And some of my others are decidedly uncomfortable. I'm trying to make them work anyway.
Guess I get to head the the thrift store for pants and skirts to re-work soon!
I'm glad our families are so excited. And I really am looking forward to this baby. It's exciting to have a child I didn't have to work quite so hard for. ;) And I'm hoping to finally get my homebirth!
Monday, September 22, 2008
You have to watch those practical jokes.
Friday, September 12, 2008
First of all, we'll start with a picture of M in his (un?)natural habitat:
He likes to put in an audiobook and turn on the computer. Makes him feel a bit of "King of the Living Room." I imagine he'd chat on his cell phone if I was the nice mom he invisions buying him one. Poor kid.
Birthday!! E turned 1 yesterday! We're having a dinner for him with Aunt J on Saturday, but he got to open his very first present ever right on time. Gramma J and Papa Coyote send a package of cute clothes. E got a kick out of being given a box AND a big piece of paper to tear up. What a day. Oh, and I do bathe my kids on occasion. We had just returned home from the park when I took these.
Successful Goodwill trip:
I went to buy sweaters to felt, and we found thse skates. G put them on as soon as we got home and kept them on for pretty much 3 days straight. There were tears indeed when mom explained that we can't wear skates inside, or even to bed. He wore them on the sidewalk (where he practiced jumping even!), in the grass, in the gravel, and everhwhere in between. He did discover the hard way that you can't get on a bicycle with skates on without a tremendous amount of practice.
Finally, I got both pairs of pj's together at the same time. So here's a picture. I used the pajama/long john patterns in the 4/04 issue of Ottobre magazine. Looove those patterns! And I got the fabric at Mill End in their annex--so cheap!
Sunday, September 07, 2008
I made yogurt last night from goat milk. G has been begging for yogurt for days. So I gave him some this morning. Then, while I was making my oatmeal, he said he wanted some. Fair enough. So I made enough for both of us and put his portion in the freezer to cool.
He asked how long it would take. I told him it would be done as soon as his yogurt was gone. I'm not sure he had really touched the yogurt yet and thought this might encourage the eating of it.
He dug in and ate several bites of yogurt. As soon as I stood up and headed back into the kitchen he shouts that his yogurt is done. "Is my oatmeal done?"
"Yup," I said, "if your yogurt is gone."
I mixed up the oatmeal with maple syrup and cinnamon (the ONLY way to eat oatmeal People!) and brought it to him at the table. He puts his hand over the yogurt bowl and says, "don't see the yogurt."
There were at least 5 or 6 bites left.
Monday, September 01, 2008
Our lawyer called on Friday to let us know the judge had signed the adoption decree and he had it on his desk ready to mail to us. Hooray!!!
E is now officially ours. At last! It's been such a looooooong process. I'm thrilled that it is over. And now I can go yell at our adoption agency about their ability to complete and forward paperwork without worrying about them disrupting the process. Well, like, legally disrupting, rather than just being inept.
Can you tell I'm happy and relieved? It really sucks knowing that your child is not really yours. That he legally belongs to someone else and you have to tell them before you do anything major. As soon as Utah sends along his birth certificate, and we get a social security number, we could just whisk him right out of the country! Now that's freedom.
Umm, anyone want to foot the bill for a family of 5 to travel someplace fun--well, with access to all of M' special food anyway? Anyone? Yeah, me neither.
We celebrated by jumping up and down, grinning and swinging the baby around, telling him "you're ours!" He thought we'd lost it.