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There I go again...

No, I'm not ignoring the blog(s), I'm just busy. I got a new job (which I start tomorrow) and a new kitten (pictures coming soon). Before all that I was a counselor at our church's youth camp and then I had to deal with the cold/sinus infection I caught at camp. All in all things have been rather crazy and I doubt that will ease up anytime soon. Don't worry, I'll keep in touch. (Hopefully.)

That's private information

I have decided that I don't feel comfortable talking about some stuff on a public blog, so I have created a new private one just for that purpose. If you'd like in, email me at

I have a blog?

So that's what that bill was for...

Okay, so I didn't forget about the blog, I just pushed it to the side for a bit. Still trying to get over being bummed about leaving Nathan behind in Germany. And the fact that even though I ovulated while I was in Germany (or so I would assume giving the punctuality of my period) my period arrived while I was on the plane coming home. It was not pretty given the fact that I was not prepared for such an early period and I couldn't get to my fresh change of clothes. (Oh yes, it was that bad.)

Other than that, nothing new. Except for this. Bored, lonely, grouchy, mildly depressed (and I do know what it's like to be severely depressed, so don't worry, I'll head to the doctor at the first sign of sleep deprivation and the like), barely fit company for the pets... things are great! Infertility sucks, but it sucks hard when there is absolutely nothing you can do about it. At least when Nathan was here we could pretend that sex would be enough.

I have decided to never, ever again take Clomid. I have taken it twice and didn't appear to ovulate either time (once while charting, once while using OPKs). If anything, my cycle was more irregular than ever while on it. And the migraines are incapacitating. The nausea that comes with the migraines? With that, even if I did ovulate, there is no way Nathan would ever get near me, much less get me pregnant.

The doctor that we saw in December mentioned IUI if nothing happened with Clomid. Of course that was with 3-6 months of Clomid, but I think he'll understand if I tell him there is no way I can take that crap again. I don't care if injectibles are worse, at least they have a higher chance of working. That's all that counts, right?

Other than the regular complaints, Germany was great. The sights were pretty, the food was good, the sex was great... Okay, maybe that's a bit too much information. But it was.

What's the German word for boring?

Germany is very interesting. The local Air Force base isn't so much. Or at least the hotel room on said base isn't. But it is good to be spending some (hopefully ovulatory) time with the husband...

I felt all "quizzy" today...

Randomness

We all need a bulleted list (or two) every now and then, so here are some random things you may or may not be interested in.

• My period is remarkably punctual when I'm not actually trying to get pregnant. (Oh, the irony of a 28 day cycle when the sperm supply husband is out of the country.)
• PMS does weird things to my brain
• My dog gave himself rug burn on his nose because I failed to notice that he had peed in his crate and the smell was really starting to bother him
• I have never seen my cat so happy as when he is given fresh kitty litter
• I have a newfound love for Campbell's Creamy Potato Soup
• I get to visit Nathan in less than three weeks
• We plan on snowboarding
• I'm already getting driving directions to the nearest hospital for when I break my leg/wrist/neck/whatever

Yesterday I:

• Flattened a tire on my truck (still have no idea how) and drove all the way home before noticing it
• Tracked mud all over my living room carpet
• Had to recover the cat from the outdoors at least 5 times
• Celebrated the arrival of my period
• Embarrased myself in front of the people who came over to change the tire by forgetting that the storage closet is opened quite easily by using the house key
• Had a blast!

Now how did that happen?

Seriously, how did the tire get that flat, that fast? And how did I not notice it as I was driving home? Good thing I stopped to investigate that weird hissing sound, huh?

Enough with the questions, I'm just really glad I have friends willing to change a tire at 10pm. I love my friends.

Who says I can't redraw the map?

West Texas should be it's own state. Really. You know all the westerns that depict Texas as a barren, tumbleweed filled wasteland? That's West Texas. East Texas is actually nice. Hospitable, even. There are trees and water and not a darn tumbleweed in sight.

Unfortunately, the Air Force thinks West Texas is the perfect place to house all of us military folks who might actually miss civilization. (We don't even have a freaking Best Buy here!) This is not good. I was used to trees, water and decent electronics stores. Maybe after this Germany business is done with we can get the heck out of here. Maybe then my allergies will calm down. Maybe then I'll get pregnant. (I can dream, can't I?)

About the allergies. I had them in Virginia. I had them in Ohio. But they have NEVER been as bad as they are here in Texas. Things are not good here people. Transplants to the fair region of West Texas like to joke that if you didn't have allergies before living here, you do now. It would be funny if it wasn't so true. Nathan never needed so much as a Benadryl while living in Ohio and now he is on three (3!) allergy medications. He's actually outdoing me as far as drug use. I've also had to up my daily pharmaceutical intake since settling in this dust bowl. Not good at all.

The weather isn't all that great either. It hasn't even been the heat I was expecting this year. It's actually been rainy and humid this year. Now it's alternating between 70 and 40 degrees on a regular basis. Such temperature fluxuations are not good for my body's fragile ecosystem. (Yes, I am my own planet.) Something always goes haywire when the weather gets weird. This time it's my throat. Great, now I can't scream when Nathan hits me with a plasma grenade (sorry, too much Halo 2...).

So, for the protection of others who are considering visiting/moving to/driving through West Texas, I have drawn up edited a map that will help you see what parts of Texas are safe.

*Sheepishly coming out of hiding*

Um, sorry about the ignoring of the blog. I have this weird thing where I get started on something (new book, new game, new whatever...) and it's hard to get me to concentrate on anything else. My laundry pile is a prime example of what this does to the rest of my life. I'm still addicted to my Sims, but I shall try to make a few blog entries a week so that y'all don't feel too neglected.

And now for you reading pleasure, and account of our current goings on. With a little history lesson and picture, too!

Sleep deprived mumblings

After that lovely meltdown Saturday, I spent some time IM'ing my mom. In tears. Big fat, scary tears. Mom helped, but I wasn't quite in the mood to be helped. I kind of resented being even slightly cheered up. I wanted to wallow and she was supposed to just cry with me. Oh well, I guess it wouldn't have been all that pretty for me to keep rolling in the tear-made mud anyway.

Talking with Mom reminded me that it's a good thing for me she wasn't infertile. Besides the obvious lack of me existing, I mean. Because she wouldn't have tried as hard as I have to become a parent--fighting infertility involves needles. Mom hates needles. Not that I blame her, since I did inherit her needle-shy veins. She uses the fact that she lived in Africa for a couple of years as a reason not to give blood. never mind the fact that that perticular blood giving restirction only applies if you lived on the continent a decade or so after she did. So, yeah, she wouldn't willingly offer up her veins to be prodded by unskilled blood takers month after month. Yay me for being able to handle needles!

Nathan and I are both sick. Which is why I'm sleep deprived. I'm dead tired, but my body will not allow me to sleep. Nor will my husband's constant sniffling and the fact that every male in the house (the cat, the dog, the husband) wants to sleep on top of me. I don't sleep well when smothered. At least we aren't on death's door (yet) and only seem to be having allergy issues.

In case I dissappear suddenly for the next couple of weeks, fear not. The Sims 2 is due to arrive this week and when it does I will be completely lost. So you can hold off on sending out the search parties. However, if I don't reappear by the first of the month, you might want to start praying. Because I'll need to restock on groceries then.