Baby Making

This one is going to get pretty personal, but as I mentioned before, this was going to be my outlet, my therapy. If you aren’t interested, please just ignore, otherwise, I appreciate hearing from anyone who may have been through similar situations.

Today, I went to the gynecologist for my yearly pap test. I also went in there with the intent to move towards next steps at becoming a mother. Since I can remember, I’ve always wanted to have kids. I wanted to have them young like my parents did, but unfortunately that just wasn’t in the cards for me.

As many of you may already know I haven’t had luck in the baby making department. When I was with my ex-husband we tried and tried and nothing. We’ve seen and heard how much stress it was on others that we decided not to pursue testing to find out which one of us had the problem. Well, a little over a year after we separated I found out he had a son. As difficult as it was hearing, especially since it wasn’t from him, the more real it got for me.

At that time, I was just moving in with Jason and things were going good, but I wasn’t ready to take things to the next level. Fast forward 6 years and Jason and I have been married a little over two years now. Shortly after we got married, we added Millie to our family. Yeah, I’m sure you’ve seen pictures, she’s my little girl. Jason has always said that every dog deserves their own kid. That’s just what we want for Millie. He also jokes about how expensive it will be to have kids since Millie eats food that is more expensive per pound than buying filet mignon. Last year he retired from the Navy and we’re growing roots here in Northern Virginia and we are ready to “settle down” and start a family.

Back to my appointment….So first steps are for me to see if I am ovulating. This will require a thermometer and an ovulation kit. This should be fun, tracking my temperature daily and peeing on stick to find out if I am ovulating. If so, then I am supposed to have sex every other day during ovulation. As if I haven’t been doing that for years….Anyway if after 2-3 months I find out I am not ovulating then back to doc I go.

In December I will be 38 so things can move a little slow since “my eggs are old” or at least that’s what the doc says. So we’ll see how things play out over the next few months. I won’t let this stress me out, I know my limits. If it gets to be too much, we’ll pursue other options. I want to be a mom, I have so much love in my heart to share and having my DNA is not a requirement.

Stay tuned for more. Until we meet again.

Crazy, Stupid, Love

This afternoon Jason and I went to see Crazy, Stupid, Love starring Steve Carell, Julianne Moore, Emma Stone and Ryan Gosling. As if you weren’t already in love with Ryan Gossling from the Notebook, you’re bound to fall head over heels for him in this one. This is what I would consider my favorite kind of movie, a romantic comedy with real life occurrences that we can relate to. Since both Jason and I have been married before, this movie has some pain points we both have experienced. Most of which, were after we met.

Call it serendipity or just dumb luck, but there are so many scenes that made me laugh and cry on the inside at the exact same time. I won’t give away too much; this one is definitely worth seeing if you are a hopeless romantic like me.

So just like Cal, my husband drinks his “fruity, girly drinks” right from a straw. Half the time he doesn’t even lift the glass off the table which looks even worse than just drinking from the straw itself. Where can I find someone like Jacob to work his magic and break Jason of this horrible habit? I’ve been trying for almost seven years and my efforts have been fruitless.

Next up, we have the sneakers or tennis shoes as some of you like to call them. Yeah, I think Jason has the very same 407’s. I realize we’re getting older, but I never expected my husband would be wearing the same kind of comfortable walking shoes my sixty-two year old father wears. If only I could get him to spend more than $40.00 on a pair of Adidas or something more befitting someone our age. Again, where do I find me a Jacob?

Last, but not least, we have the scene with the Velcro wallet. Yup, Jason had one of those when we first met. I almost cringed the first time we went out and he whipped that bad boy out. Needless to say our very first Christmas together, I purchased Jason a nice leather “big boy” wallet. To this day, I think he still uses it.

 It took me a while, but he is no longer in charge of purchasing or picking out what clothes to wear. It’s just better this way. I pick out an entire week’s worth of clothes: pants, shirt and tie; he is only responsible for picking out his shoes and socks. Sometimes I like to throw him for a loop and give him a black shirt and tan pants, he always gets confused, brown or black belt/shoes. It’s pretty funny.

These crazy, stupid things are exactly why I love Jason the way I do. Some of it is quirky and cute and others are just down right annoying. Jason and I have a friendship or a familiarity of a twenty five year marriage, yet at the same time, we have the love and passion of a couple falling in love for the first time. We’ve been told often that we are too honest which is sometimes interpreted as being too harsh or just plain old mean.  I really don’t care what other people think; he’s my best friend, my soul mate.

“Let’s get outta here” until we meet again.

My Blog

I’ve been toying with the idea of creating a blog with some encouragement from a former co-worker and friend Beverly. She’s been doing it for quite some time, but I have just recently subscribed to her blog and receive daily emails that I read first thing each morning on my phone. Yes, I said daily. Now that doesn’t mean I plan on doing the same, but I like the idea. With my commute and all the normal day to day stuff, I doubt I will find time to do it daily; it will probably be a couple days a week.

Beverly really has a way with words and knows how to capture an audience. I think she majored in English in College. I on the other hand, have not graduated college (still a few math credits shy of my Associates Degree) and I struggle with writing. It’s just not one of my strong points. My husband Jason likes to point this out all the time. So in an effort to work on improving my writing skills and as an outlet in lieu of therapy, let the fun begin.

Now that I’ve got that out of the way, I need to figure out a title for my blog. I was tinkering around with this a few weeks ago, but I couldn’t find something that really suited me so I stopped. I’m just not creative in that sense so my title will remain a work in progress. When I find something that seems to fit, I’ll stick with it.

The one thing Beverly told me I could not steal from her is blog is how she starts each entry with lyrics from a song. I think that is what has really lured me in. It’s almost like watching Glee and getting so excited because they bring new life to a song that hit the charts some 15-20 years ago during the onset of the age of MTV, which is what I grew up on. Yes folks, I’m a gleek! What can I say, I love music. Beverly and I have a lot of similar musical interests so we just kind of click and when we hear some random word, we just burst into song. Anyway, I have to figure out my shtick and work it into this blog.

She cracks me up though, because she is the President or something of the Rick Springfield Fan Club. Okay, I exaggerate….or do I? No really, she is involved in some way shape or form. She just loves Rick Springfield. Kind of like I love Blue October, Morrissey and The Smiths. They speak to me lyrically and I can drown myself into their harmonious melodies. No doubt they will likely be the inspiration of my future topics. I’m not quite sure what Beverly’s fascination is with Rick Springfield and the fact that he wishes he had Jesse’s girl……or is it the fact that he uses the word “moot” in the song? That just made me think of an entirely different topic which I will save for later. (Note to self-remember to discuss the misuse, mispronunciation and misspelling of words)

Wow, I can’t believe I have almost an entire page and it’s not even double spaced. Apparently writing for fun is a lot easier than writing a paper for Philosophy or Business.  Maybe I should have done this sooner. Either way, I started it and enjoyed it. Once I get the hang of how the blog sites work and how to spread my cheer, I hope to get some feedback and suggestions.  Until we meet again.