First Entry

If you can read this, it means you’re in the custom Friends group that I’ve whittled down. I’ve been feeling like I want to write about trying to have a baby. But my general journal is open to too many people, and I’m just not ready to telegraph all this just yet.

So hello to my Friends who either already know, are moms themselves, are engaging enough to merit being on any list and I trust not to transmit this information. You’re a really small group, actually.

And if anyone thinks this stuff is TMI, I won’t be at all offended if you ask me to take you off the distro.

The background is that Damon and I tossed out the birth control as soon as we got married last July. It’s quick, but I don’t have any intention of being pregnant and pushing 40. It’s not an unreasonable thing to do, but it’s definitely not for me.

So for a few months we just lived our lives without worrying about it, just trying to get used to this new freedom after so many years of vigilance and caution. In late fall I read “Taking Control of Your Fertility” and we got more targeted in our efforts. After just two months I got a new job and we took a two-month hiatus while I waited for my new insurance to kick in. I had nightmare visions of some bureaucrat in a basement calling my pregnancy a pre-existing condition and refusing me coverage. So now we’re back on track. I’m faithfully taking my basal temp. every morning and keep an eye on all things ovulatory in general.

So today I went for my annual with a new doctor. Much to my relief I liked her a lot. She uses cotton gowns instead of paper.

The visit was an education, as I learned that my uterus is tipped. I got a kick out of listening to her try to delicately suggest that “you might want to be… on your… tummy” as that will make my chances of conceiving much better.

She also said to go only another three months of trying before calling her so we could figure something out. I’m glad she’s so proactive, that’s good. But it’s also a little scary to think that fertility testing could be that close.

The last interesting bit was her telling me that as soon as I get a positive pregnancy test I should stop taking my daily multivitamin because a) it will have too much vitamin A and b) that they make pregnant women feel really sick. Fascinating.

I’ve got to get this down while it’s fresh in my head.

I just got off the subway, where I sat next to a little girl and her dad. I don’t know how old the kid was, but she still had that high little kiddie voice.

I tuned in when I heard:

Girl: What do you like better, shirts or food?
Dad: Well, if I had just eaten a lot I would probably want a shirt, but if I were hungry then I would like food. I guess you could eat a shirt and wear food.
G: I wear food.
D: You and your chair and the floor all wear food when you eat.
G: Do you like George Clooney?
D: Um, yeah. He won an Oscar this year, didn’t he?
G: I don’t know.
D: He’s a good actor.
G: Do you like George Bush?
D: He’s a bad actor. His approval rating is going down, down down.
G: Is he a better actor than me?
D: Than I.
G: Is he a better actor than I?
D: Are you still doing acting in school?
G: Yes
D: Are you a drama queen?
G: I’m not *that* kind of actor. I’m a fun and games kind of actor.

Unfortunately, this is where we got to my stop.

Damon’s crabby tonight.

He’s out with his co-workers.

That means I don’t get the crabby.

Which makes me happy.

Bad wife.

The Birthday Hits Just Keep On Coming

Oh, electricrocket, you surely did make my day.

You may think I won’t read it. But I will. And the inscription is priceless.

One other nice thing, Damon’s mom and his sisters and brother called and sang Happy Birthday at 1,000 decibles into our voicemail. I love a loud, hearty birthday singer. And was really touched that they did it.

Google Meme

The Rule is that you take the best picture you like from the first page of Google Images results.

1. The city and state of the town you grew up, no quotation marks.

2. The town where you currently reside.

TIE

3. Your name, first and last, but again, no quotes.

4. Your grandmother’s name.
Grandma Millie:

Grandma Camille:
No results

5. Your favorite food.

6. Your favorite drink.

7. Your favorite smell.