I'm in maine now -- the one place that brings me complete and total peace. I'm sitting here trying to type (all thumbs and terrible skills) while watching the huge waves stir up the atlantic. I can literally feel the house shake at times. it's very dramatic and beautiful. ohhh, and the salt air couldn't be better. it's glorious to be home! and lobster tonight!
I had a half of glass of pinot noir last night with dinner (first time since bfp). eeeeeek! am I a bad mother? dr f said I can "indulge in moderation" on occasion. being in maine is the perfect occasion. cheers!
I have a friend who lives in the apartment building in nyc that was hit by that infamous falling crane. he saw the entire disaster happen right outside his window! his neighbor's unit down the hall was totally destroyed. man, that was too close.
my integrated b/w results are in. we went from 1:170 for downs to 1:1500! FANTASTIC! :)
I bought a few super cute, super soft, gender neutral newborn outfits for little one today at the outlets. it was like "make-believe" shopping for such teeny tiny clothes. I met 1 pg woman and another with a 6 month old during my "saving" spree. I LOVE to talk about IF. I feel like my mission now is to educate all the fertiles out there about the joy of IVF. I think the concept initially scares people but so far everyone has been incredibly interested. you mention 4 IVFs and you suddenly turn into royalty. I could have shopped and chatted all morning. however, I'm still getting the "is this a gift for someone?" from 22 year old sales girls. NO you big dope! I know I'm old but this is for MY child. my miracle baby.
I lost 2 pounds this week.
I admit I caved last week and purchased the snoogle pg pillow. no, I don't look like the woman below smiling away while totally encased in a giant stuffed tube. in fact, it sat unopened in the corner of my bedroom for days while I contemplated introducing the massive thing to our bed. I'm still trying to "give it a go" but so far I'm not diggin' it. I find that sleeping on 4 pillows (practically sitting up) is most "comfortable." true comfort, I'm afraid, is only a memory.
little one (the size of a large pear or... ahem, a gerbil -- according to one popular pg book) should make his/her presence known in my belly any day now. I cannot wait for the tiny, bubbly kicks! but please, no more comparisons to rodents. that's nasty and wrong.