So much about my life is revolving around getting pregnant right now, that a great deal of what I should be doing is following to the wayside. Like, my human development class for example. I haven't logged in to work on that all week, and my unit is due Sunday.
However, I should confess, between now and then is actually plenty of time for me to write a blog, a journal, read 3 chapters and take a test. The procrastinator in me has already worked that out, so I have about zero stress over it.
If there's not a pressing need to get this stuff done over a long period of time, frankly I don't want to spend every night with this one class. I've got kid-cuddling to do. Probably 26 other things as well, but when faced with a toasty flannel-encased bed with your adoringly snuggly 6 year old, that other shit can wait.
I've started reading the Little House on The Prairie books to G. He L.O.V.E.S. them, and I will ask him to practice his reading with me while I read some parts. I'm so pleased that he's getting into them, and how much he absorbs from them. We talk about the social issues of that era, and how that compares to our more modern times. At 6 years old, he's already begun to see the world as a far more overly-complicated place than it ought to be, which is tremendous to see him do.
I really need to start shopping for some good wool fleece. I have a friend with a local farm that I haven't been able to come visit (mostly schedule issues), but she's been saving a few nice fleeces from this spring for me, and I'd really love to hunker down this winter with some non-strenuous projects seeing as how we're still trying to conceive.
It should be said that beginning this whole "make a baby" parade shouldn't have been crusaded until after we finished remodeling the master bedroom (by ourselves no less, so it would cost $200, and not $2k) was true stupidity on our parts. I'm fairly sure our child now knows the word "cocksucker" as a result of both the steet rock hanging, and spraying texture.
It should be noted that I am a crappy drywaller. Do not hire me if you don't want your seams showing. Painting, however, is where my talents can really shine. Not shocking. Way to go me for putting my fancy art degree to use, finally. Thanks mom!
Husband calls me every day while I'm at work and asks me how pregnant I feel. I love that he asks.
So here's the grit for today: My progesterone test came back at 4.6. A good level would be more like 5-10 to support implantation of a fertilized egg. So, my OB will have me on clomid this cycle to push my ovaries a little harder to bring that up. While my cycle isn't expected for another few days (I am not out of the game until she shows up), that 4.6 is a hauntingly low number, so I really wouldn't be pregnant.
After that I'll do an ultrasound to see what my eggs are doing, then somewhere in there when I ovulate we'll shoot up some more donor semen and do another 2 weeks of tedious, tearful, terrible, glorious and boring waiting.
I have a peak window left in later November, which will put me in August/September (which we were going to "tr" to avoid because our anniversary is in September), but I'm going to steam roll this whole thing on through until I've got a bun in my basket.
If this get's any closer to conception in December, I"m going to end up with an October baby, and that's going to suck. Hubby's, (step)daughters AND baby's birthdays all in the same month.
Fuck it though. Baby's going to come when baby comes, and we can just suck it the fuck up.
Zing, and Zing!!!