I have no idea when I'm going to ovulate. I'm not even sure if I'm having fertile cervical mucous. I'm just too tired of TTC to care. I guess when Jamie's ready we will go try the iui. I'm sick of being the one to be proactive in everything. He knows that is what Dr. Irwin said would be the next step. I feel a certain freedom in that, but a certain sadness too. At what point will he wake up? I surrender this to God.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
Spring Cleaning
Boy, we did a lot of it this weekend. I think we will be all staged and ready for buyers to look at our townhome by Febuary 1st. The incentives keep getting better and better on new home building and I pray we can unload this place in time to get in while the getting is good.
Posted by Aimée at 12:34 PM 1 comments
Labels: HOUSE
Friday, January 16, 2009
Elevator Stomach
Ever have a moment where your stomach goes from the 92nd floor all the way to the basement in 3 seconds flat? It leaves you wanting to vomit.
Imagine my surprise when I stumbled on myspace and saw an acquaintance was 19 weeks pregnant and 10 weeks married. Fun times. I thought I would throw up right there. I thought I was a better person than this, but I felt a lot of bitterness bubbling.
Posted by Aimée at 9:53 PM 1 comments
Labels: TTC