Saturday, April 30, 2011

Practically perfect rhythm method.

First off, last night was amazing and Peter eventually fell asleep- though not in his pack and play.  I'm not sure how the rest went but he did love the chicken adobo. 

I have to take advantage of this hour before we go get him and sit on my ass run around and clean.  We have company coming at 2, and I have not had an opportunity to clean without my wee rowdy man since ummm since he got here.  Anyhow, Kevin Smith was amazing.  SO AMAZING. 

But mostly I find it hilarious that we did the rhythm method this month.  Mr. asked me this morning if I was still ovulating( how does he stay oblivious to this stuff) and I was like nooo. that ship sailed.  Soooo we did it on CD 10 into 11 and I ovulated on CD 16 into 17 and then we did it again last night CD 19.   I'm not holding my breath on this one troops. 

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Scarynervous

Tomorrow is Friday.  Mr and I have our first date since...mmmm it's been over a year because I was maybe eight months pregnant when we got permission to go to the Flyers game.  I am pretty freaked out.

Peter is going to be staying overnight with my sister in law.  They LOVE babies and are very excited, his two cousins are excited too.  I am scared.  I am scared that with three children to watch and a dog that Peter will hurt himself.  I am scared he will break his arm or neck wrestling with the kids, I am scared he will chase the dog and get bitten, I am scared he will WHO KNOWS WHAT because that is the kind of baby he is. Brave and excited and mischievous and basically destined for an ER at some point. 

I am scared not to let him go because Mr and I have to have some time together at some point and what am I going to do?  Never let Peter have new experiences because something might happen?  And I know it is wrong, but sending him off for this adventure is his first adventure alone.  No Mommy.  I have been with him for his entire life- except for two dentist appointments and a four hour wedding and two spa treatments.  So Peter and I have been apart eight hours total.

I am really paranoid that he will get hurt.  When we were there on Easter his cousin wanted him to play in the little tykes car thing and I sat Peter in it.  Then his cousin tried to give him a ride but Peter got pulled under the car.  I never thought about that. Well, I never thought my nephew would take off pushing Peter as fast as he could, but he was just trying to be nice.  And if Peter was two he would have loved it.   What if I had not been standing right next to him?  What if he had gotten pulled all the way under, or worse gotten his legs caught and been dragged around? He could have gotten much more than scared. 

I am mad at my sister for giving us these tickets and then telling us she did not want to babysit.  Sooo Mister is taking a half day and then we are driving nearly an hour and a half to drop Peter off and THEN at least two hours probably more like three to get to the concert and then an hour and a half home unless Peter is freaked out and won't sleep in which case we will be headed wwaaaay back to SIL's.  If my sister did not want to babysit, then why not give us tickets closer to our home? 

I wish I could say I was looking forward to tomorrow night but I am actually dreading it.  I want to cancel the whole thing.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

If you knew you were ovulating

and you had a UTI, would you do it anyway?  I am positive I m ovulating- well as positive as I can be without a dr an I am also positive I have a UTI, since I went to the dr, this morning.  He said we should hold off on sex.  I don't want to.  I mean, I don't feel good and I'm not sure if I could do it, but wasting a possible ovulation????  Heresy.  Anarchy.  Abomination.  It's not like I could get a bigger UTI, right?

Monday, April 25, 2011

CD 14

We had a fairly lovely Easter, excluding the fact that we totally did not get home in time for Peter's bedtime. 

It's Spring and for everyone not living in a Philadelphia suburb- that means HUMIDITY.  Repulsive, sticky, clammy humidity.  The kind where even when your house is clean, it feels dirty.  ugh.  I am going to try the crockpot again even though almost everything I have cooked in one leaves me unthrilled.  We are going to make a concerted effort to keep our A/C off till June.  That way we can squeak out two months where our electric and oil bills are low.  Our home has terrible air flow and gets just nasty.  Anyhow, I am going to revisit crock pot cooking in an effort to help keep the house cool. 

Last night Mister FINISHED his class!  Hooray!  No school for months.  And no bowling!  HOORAY!!  Mister is taking the summer off from classes because we both need a break.  Him from the stress of school and work and me from feeling like a single parent. 

I have to go do stuff.  The weather is making me just want to hang out and sit on the couch.  Sadly the house looks( and smells) like it needs some attention.  And we have no food in the house.  Unless I want to make toothpaste sandwiches for dinner, we have to go to the store. 

But first I am gonna have another cup of coffee dammit. 

Friday, April 22, 2011

CD 11

Peter is teething and cranky.  I have not been able to get much of anything done because he has been so full of woe.  Today he took a half hour nap while I held him, yesterday only twenty minutes.  He gets shadows under his eyes by the end of the day. I hate seeing him so exhausted but really there is nothing left to try.  Sleeping is up to him.  I can read to him, cuddle him, nurse him, and tuck him in but I can't will him to sleep. 

We have a jam packed weekend, and we're not sure how it happened. Tonight my sister and mom came for dinner, tomorrow we are going to my dad's for a late lunch/early dinner.  They say it will be an early dinner.

 If we eat early it will be the first time ever.  I called them a while ago and told them we had to leave by six to get Peter home by sevenish to get him in bed by eight.  Initially we were invited for lunch at 11, then they changed it two days ago to  a much later  three or four.  When I called tonight Daddy said sometime after four.  helllooo, I know them.  We won't eat till five at the earliest. 

No.  Just no.  We have stuff to do and can't spend the whole day waiting around.  Maybe that sounds jerky, but Peter does NOT do well when we stay out past his bedtime and we all suffer for it.  Sunday we are going out for brunch and dinner.  We are not doing this next year.

Here's what seems to go down for every damn holiday. We say ONE PLACE AND THAT IS IT.  Then someone says ok, and they will stop by here, then someone else says it.  Then someone else says it and then a few weeks later asks if we can come to them instead.  I know family is loud and messy and a pain and that's the deal but we are tired of every holiday turning into a three day dinner party.  I don't really know how to stop it since everyone is just motivated by love for Peter.  But it still ends up with us totally exhausted and crabby.  Why doesn't anyone want to come during the loooooong weeks when it is just me and Peter for ten hours a day?  gah.


I am shocked to say that we had recreational sex TWICE this week. 


Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Dollars and Sense of Family Building

Well, as anyone who reads my blog or knows me in 3 D is aware I am very open about money.  I think that by being open about money I can help other people as well as myself.  I also find that being honest about money helps me spend within my means.   Soooo here goes...

Part of me hopes that our son Peter never gives any more thought to how he came about than any other child does.  The luxury of childhood is being unable to imagine a world without you at it's center. But I also do not plan on hiding how much work and sacrifice it took to get him here.  If he wants to know about it he can, in detail appropriate for his age- just like any child who would ask how they got here. 

If he asked me at age seven, I would say he cost more than a vacation but less than a house.  If he asked me at eighteen, I would be open about how much it cost us in  money and sacrifice.  I gave up my career for a job in retail so that I could have a lifestyle more receptive to conception.  I was a pastry chef, and as anyone who has ever worked in the restaurant industry knows, it is not a healthy lifestyle.  The hours are long, you are never home, you are always eating either crap from a take out or overly rich food from work.  It is stressful and physically and emotionally draining.  Leaving the industry severely compromised our potential earnings as a family.   Initially my husband and I decided that he would stay home and I would work, since I made more than he did but then we realized( guess how?) that he had waaaaaay more job security and decided I would be the one to stay home.

When we got serious about having a family I tried very hard to find a job in pastry that was not 70+ hours a week.  Yeah, they don't exist.  Competition for jobs as a pastry chef is extremely tight because there is less demand for them. Anyhow, I took a 60% pay cut before we even found out we were infertile.  It took us three years to get pregnant, and that means I lost at minimum 68,000 dollars before we spent a dime on treatments.  That is assuming I never got a raise.   All those years of learning and studying and driving myself to exhaustion and student loans were all wiped away.  All that sacrifice, and the only validation I ever got was my RE telling me that it was a good idea.  Nice.

I know my father was ashamed to tell people I worked in retail.  I actually enjoy retail, but there is no getting around the fact that it isn't one of those jobs that fills people with awe and respect.  Unlike my cool pastry chef job. I am kind of joking about the cool part- I enjoyed it, but it was freaking grueling.  I would not want my son to ever think that I sacrificed my career for him and am unhappy about it.  Being a SAHM is a great joy.  But I will surely use it to illustrate the point that a child is a huge responsibility and to be sure that he does not have children til he is good and ready.


When I calculate the cost of our family building I ALWAYS include my lost income, because I worked so freaking hard to become a chef and it is very, very difficult to break through the glass ceiling into management.  As we realized that just maybe there was something wrong and that getting pregnant was not going to be as simple as it seemed initially, I tried different things.  I started looking at my diet and changing it and slowly headed toward organics.  Big money there.  We spent five grand just to get pregnant, not including diagnostics or my switching to organic food and green cleaners and of course my forty dollar a month EPT habit. 

I realize that five grand to get pregnant is a tiny ass drop in the bucket compared to some, but it was a lot to us.

Obviously we would never look on a child we conceived as a freebie differently- well except that we would be so relieved at the lifting of a financial pressure.  If anything with male and female factor infertility I would consider that baby more of a miracle.

Finances have determined EVERY decision that we made.  We took an income cut,we moved out of our home state, we chose a house that was cheap enough to pay for on one salary.  Partially because we hoped I would be able to be a SAHM, but mostly because we had no idea how much it would cost us to have a child and were very afraid that we would be too house poor to fill our house.  We live in a family friendly, run down, working class neighborhood.  It's a great place but no one ever looked at this street and said WOW YOUR HOME IS GORGEOUS!  In fact I remember telling my husband that I would never buy this house.  But we did.  And thank God, because living below our means( and now with the recession and a child- WITHIN our means) meant we could spend eighty dollars a week just on co-pays. Ugh.  Sometimes we feel guilty that we do not have a nicer and bigger home for Peter to play in.  But we have Peter, and that is enough.

We always said that if we spent more than five grand in a year that we would stop and pursue adoption.  Though I feel adoption is even more overwhelming and costly than medical treatments.


We have great medical coverage and that does help immensely.  But there are so many out of pocket costs anyway, like gas and tolls and co-pays and extra vitamins.


I did briefly consider medical treatments abroad since I heard it was so much cheaper- but we decided to see how it went here first. Thank goodness, I don't know that I am organized enough to coordinate treatment abroad.  That's a lie- there is no way I am organized enough to plan that kind of trip- I could not even plan our ELOPEMENT, my husband did it all.


What my husband and I are struggling with now is our desire to have another baby.  Certainly an enviable position to be in.  But still, knowing we will spend five grand minimum is enough to give us pause.  We have a son to think of and care for.   How can we justify spending that much money when we need to replace our ancient air conditioner and our equally ancient heating system?  What if we spend that money and our heater dies?  Then what will we do?  Charge it?  Then what?  Five thousand dollars is a lot of dollars.  And that is just to TRY. Just to try ONCE and give him a sister or a brother.  No promises.  What kind of parents are we that we could consider putting ourselves close to the financial edge just for a CHANCE? 


So here we are, hoping for a natural pregnancy.  Will we try at the RE's again? Yes.  Is it a scary, scary thing?  YES. 

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Thursday, April 14, 2011

An awesome day.

It just was.  Peter got up at 6 15 and we all cuddled in bed till seven.  Then we had breakfast ( Peter LOVES Cascadian Farms wheat chex) and played and went to the grocery store because we were out of coffee.  Since we were there I just wandered around with Peter and let him look at stuff.  I bought a new kind of fruit-ish snack for him in my endless quest to keep him from getting scurvy. 

Amazingly he ate an entire strawberry breakfast bar and a yogurt.  He never eats that much.  After that he was cranky and demanded a nap.  Which was two hours long.  TWO HOURS.  Amazing!  I made shepherds pie with ground turkey and an applesauce cake with shredded carrot and chopped raisins.  Peter slept long enough for me to cook it all and clean it up.  Amazing!!

Then we played some and Peter watched a little Sesame Street while I got our library books together and made him a snack.

Then we went to the library and took a walk along the canal and then played outside and then took another walk.  Then we came inside and played some more.  Peter was playing this intricate game that involved hiding his toys under the couch and then laughing.  Then he dropped balls on his train and watched them bounce off and roll away.  THEN he carried around the letter "G" and showed it to me and all the cats.  I clapped, but the cats were not impressed.

Then I put a movie of Harry the Dirty Dog in and finished up dinner.  Then we ate our nice dinner, shepherds pie, roasted beets, and broccoli with cheese sauce and then had some cake.

Peter was filthy but too tired for a bath, or ever a story!  So he is asleep.  I am headed off to bed soon too.  It was just a lovely, quiet, calm day.  Usually I blog when he is making me nuts. Which does not really paint an accurate picture of how awesome he is.