Lil' Gribblette

It's definitely been a long few months. We both thought this whole gettin' pregnant thing would be much easier. Of course, getting to try once a month is already putting us with less odds. Then, put in the thousands of dollars it's costing and we're ready for it to take.

The first three IUIs did not take. Which was fine. The Dr. told us it typically takes 3-4 times. So, this morning I got my prescription for Clomid. I shall be fertilizing my uterus and eggs. The prescription also ups our chances for multiples. I wasn't too worried about multiples before. I had heard that my great grandmother was a twin, but she'd be the only twins I know of in my family. That percentage seemed ok. And when people joked about us having a litter of children I was able to laugh it off and think to myself that it probably wouldn't happen. NOW, after the fertilizer, it's not so funny. All I have to say is that everyone that made a little joke will be on the top of the list for babysitting.

We're excited. We, I, want to walk through Target and not just look at baby clothes but buy something that TBNL/Shortstack needs (or must have). And we're ready to spend the thousands a month on the actual baby instead of trying to get the baby.

It's a strange process. I would do all of this over in a heartbeat which is good because more than likely we will. Unless, of course, the litter threats come through.

Post Op

For the first time since my surgery I am able to type like a normal person, with two hands. I got a wireless keyboard for Christmas and can put it on my lap and not have to move my shoulder too much. Which is great because there is no moving of the shoulder. It hurts. It hurts all of the time. I'm not taking any painkillers or anti-inflammatory because I had our first IUI last week! Waiting and waiting to take a test to see if the first time took. Lots going on right now. But, at the moment, i'm thrilled that I found a way to type!

Workin' on TBNL

Christian just called me. It wasn't a normal call about bills or Jake or something funky that's happened at work. This time it was to tell me that she had ordered our baby daddy. Holy crap! The doctor's appointments, the picking of the baby daddy, talking about TBNL over and over, each and every day, it was all exciting and nerve wracking, but actually knowing that we now have little swimmers is different. Great different. It's happening.

I think it started the minute Jill was born. Carrying her around, holding her when I wasn't that much bigger than she was. Wanting to babysit before I knew what babysitting really was. I would read "The Babysitter's Club" books and it seemed like such a glamorous life. I carried "Ugly Baby," as grandpa called him, around everywhere. Mom bought me real diapers and baby clothes that I could dress my babies up in. It's been inside of me for so long. Wanting a family of my own. Wanting to have babies with the one person that makes me the happiest. The realization that the process is starting is extraordinary.

I can't wait and at the same time I'm trying to keep my hopes a little bit realistic. It may not take the first time, or the second. It may take lots and lots of time. But right now i'm happy. I'm happy that baby daddy was ordered. And not just enough for one baby, but hopefully enough for two. Only time will tell what is in store for us.

There are a million and two thoughts flying through my head but I just realized that the dogs are quiet and with a Christmas tree and cookies on the counter, this can't be a good thing.

A parting thought is that i'm kind of glad shoulder surgery is next week so that I will have something, PAIN, to focus on for a little bit. I'm doing a bit of obsessing.

Baby TBNL

My brain moves a hundred million miles a second. Lately, it's been circling around one thought and one thought only. Baby TNBL. I feel myself wanting to wait and not knowing why. I am ready. I don't know if i've ever been more ready for anything. Christian is ready. We were in the car yesterday and with school starting I wondered if this would be the last time we went school shopping without Baby TBNL.