Sunday, August 20, 2006

Takin' Care of Business

So today, PB, Mom, Dad and I readied the house for our final home inspection. Much fun was had replacing outlets and plug covers, putting up trim in the room-I'm not-calling-a-nursery and general scrubbing and crap sorting / throwing away.

Which, now that I mention it, can we stop for just a minute and appreciate how much junk PB and I are capable of accumulating? I seriously don't understand how it happens... Then again, maybe I do. Every time we move (and that's 4 times in the last 6 years) we have this conversation:

PB: So, we're not taking anything we don't need right?

Me: No. Nothing we don't need. [Nods head firmly]

Skip two days forward to actual packing...

PB: OK. I've found 4 packages of small binder clips. I don't think we need 4 packages of small binder clips.

Me: What do you mean? These are perfectly good binder claps [Alternately insert item we definitely don't need, but I just can't bear to throw away.

I feel encumbered by my stuff. Seriously, I look around my house and think, "God, how can I possibly have this much stuff??" I gaze longingly at websites devoted to modern design. I drool over the latest beautifully-Swedish, minimalist baby furniture. Yet, I still have too much stuff. Don't get me wrong - I'm not a hoarder, I don't have dirty, nasty stuff. Or 7 million of a clean, nice collectible. But I do definitely have more than my fair share of stuff.

What to do?

My only solution thus far has been to sell everything I own and live as the gypsies did - with only the stuff you can carry in a smallish, wooden wagon. Guess that makes me an all-or-nothing type of girl, huh?

Saturday, August 19, 2006

Hello Internets

OK. I'm finally going to do it. I've been thinking of starting a blog for a long time now and I read a ton of different blogs. Which BTW, is why I. Heart. Bloglines. No seriously, if it was legal and wouldn't be polygamy, I'd marry it.

Anyway, what I want to do here is just give myself an outlet for all the feelings, random thoughts, etc that go through my head. For the most part I'll focus on infertility because.... well... that's what I'm obsessed with. But I also find myself unable to comparmentalize my world so you'll probably hear about other stuff too. Forgive me if I can't give you a better idea what to expect. That's because I don't entirely know what to expect myself.

So, to start off I am a 28-year-old Midwestern girl, married to her awesome, Midwestern boy high school sweetheart.


OK - as a demostration of my psychic abilities I can predict with 99% certainty you had one of two reactions. Either, "Awwwww, that's so cuuuuute" or "Whoa. Weird." I know this because they are the only two reactions I ever get. And, because maybe I'm psychic... a little.

Right now, PB (my pseudonym for my husband, derived from the name I affectionately call him, "Pete Best" AKA The Fifth Beatle) and I are trying cycle number 3 million with Clomid. Well, not 3 million, but you've just learned something else about me. I LOVE hyperbole. Love it more than anything else in the known universe PLUS infinity squared :-)

But really, we're doing Clomid this month, and next week is when we finish up our local county agency. CD 9 for those of you who are into stats.

Here we go on another roller coaster ride...