Documenting from tonight, when the Kraken found me crying on the steps because of yet another fucking negative pregnancy test (the 6th month in a row, meaning it's time to go back to the doctor to get evaluated for fertility issues in addition to the fabulous clotting disorder).
Kraken: Mommy, why are you crying?
SG: (So not wanting to explain it to a four year old) I'm okay, honey, I just have something in my eye.
Kraken: Did you get it out?
SG: I think so.
Kraken: Here. Let me wipe away your tears for you. That's really all I can do.
Gulp.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Sunday, June 28, 2009
A series of firsts......
For the Kraken on our beach vacation this past week:
1. First....well....actual beach vacation
2. First trip into the pool with the floaties without clinging to a parent every single second
3. First actual trip to the bottom of the pool when floaties were forgotten and footing was lost (not a happy face when I pulled her up, I tell you)
4. First time into the ocean more than big toe deep
5. First movie at a movie theater (Up - completely fantastic)
6. First Happy Meal (I hate McDonalds and never set foot there willingly)
A few firsts for me as well.
1. First sea turtle in the wild, spotted three feet away from the boat I was sitting in
2. First entire day on a frakking YACHT. Holy cow, would I do that again in a minute
3. First manta ray in the wild
4. First time spotting the wild ponies of the Outer Banks
5. First time staying in a beach house swank enough to have a bleeping elevator!
6. First time unabashedly walking around in front of my mother with at least four tattoos showing (yes, I know, at age 38, this is rather sad)
All in all, a rather momentous vacation, and one that simultaneously seemed to go on forever, and ended far, far too quickly. I could totally have used another week.
1. First....well....actual beach vacation
2. First trip into the pool with the floaties without clinging to a parent every single second
3. First actual trip to the bottom of the pool when floaties were forgotten and footing was lost (not a happy face when I pulled her up, I tell you)
4. First time into the ocean more than big toe deep
5. First movie at a movie theater (Up - completely fantastic)
6. First Happy Meal (I hate McDonalds and never set foot there willingly)
A few firsts for me as well.
1. First sea turtle in the wild, spotted three feet away from the boat I was sitting in
2. First entire day on a frakking YACHT. Holy cow, would I do that again in a minute
3. First manta ray in the wild
4. First time spotting the wild ponies of the Outer Banks
5. First time staying in a beach house swank enough to have a bleeping elevator!
6. First time unabashedly walking around in front of my mother with at least four tattoos showing (yes, I know, at age 38, this is rather sad)
All in all, a rather momentous vacation, and one that simultaneously seemed to go on forever, and ended far, far too quickly. I could totally have used another week.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
Random cuteness
Gorgon (at bedtime) - Kraken, I love you so very much.
Kraken - That's funny. How do you know?
Kraken - That's funny. How do you know?
Thursday, June 11, 2009
I grow old, I grow old
I have a Facebook friend, a woman I knew in college. Back then, we ran with the same crowd, but I wouldn't have called us bosom buddies. Now, uh...._____ years later, as grown up women with one child each and fertility issues, we find comfort in each other and a friendship we never had back then. She is a great ear when I need to vent, and I hope I fulfill the same role adequately for her. However, tonight she is on my shit list.
She reminded me, in a FB email, that she became a teenager TWENTY SEVEN YEARS AGO. That made me do some basic math myself.
1. First dyed hair - 25 years ago
2. Graduated from high school - 21 years ago
3. Pierced nose - 20 years ago
4. First tattoo - 20 years ago
5. First time I said " I am totally going to marry this man" - 18 years ago
And now the baggers at the grocery store call me "ma'am.
Excuse me while I throw up in my mouth a little.
She reminded me, in a FB email, that she became a teenager TWENTY SEVEN YEARS AGO. That made me do some basic math myself.
1. First dyed hair - 25 years ago
2. Graduated from high school - 21 years ago
3. Pierced nose - 20 years ago
4. First tattoo - 20 years ago
5. First time I said " I am totally going to marry this man" - 18 years ago
And now the baggers at the grocery store call me "ma'am.
Excuse me while I throw up in my mouth a little.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Another weekend, half gone
Well, I am not pregnant. The newest medication does seem to be normalizing my cycle though - no spotting for 10 days BEFORE my period this month. Maybe we'll get lucky (heh) this next cycle, and I won't have to go in and get put on Clomid or some such. I mean, I am a woman who made twins on her own last year - what the frak will happen to me if they put me on a fertility drug??
To the promise that returning to blogging meant a reduction in obsessing about aforementioned pregnancy or lack thereof - I bring you........unrelated news!
Well, not really. Not a whole lot going on here other than the usual summertime in the South stuff. You know, multiple trips to H*me Dep*t to find ANYTHING that will keep the ()#$*%( deer out of my tomato plants so I don't have to gun down Bambi in front of my four year old. A trip to the grocery store to get candles for the Minotaur's birthday cake. The Kraken's first ever viewing of Monsters Inc. (the highlight of the weekend thus far - no princesses!) A little romp through the backyard in a bathing suit (the Kraken, not me. I don't want to scare the neighbors).
So, you know. Nothing new. Just all the stuff that, mushed together, makes up our lives. And it is some seriously good stuff.
To the promise that returning to blogging meant a reduction in obsessing about aforementioned pregnancy or lack thereof - I bring you........unrelated news!
Well, not really. Not a whole lot going on here other than the usual summertime in the South stuff. You know, multiple trips to H*me Dep*t to find ANYTHING that will keep the ()#$*%( deer out of my tomato plants so I don't have to gun down Bambi in front of my four year old. A trip to the grocery store to get candles for the Minotaur's birthday cake. The Kraken's first ever viewing of Monsters Inc. (the highlight of the weekend thus far - no princesses!) A little romp through the backyard in a bathing suit (the Kraken, not me. I don't want to scare the neighbors).
So, you know. Nothing new. Just all the stuff that, mushed together, makes up our lives. And it is some seriously good stuff.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Tonight's cuteness
(Overheard while cooking tacos during the Kraken's nightly bedtime ritual with her daddy)
Minotaur: Kraken, you need to use the potty before bed.
Kraken: Daddy, nothing's going to come. You are KILLING me!
(this is the part where I dropped the spatula on my foot)
Minotaur: Kraken, you need to use the potty before bed.
Kraken: Daddy, nothing's going to come. You are KILLING me!
(this is the part where I dropped the spatula on my foot)
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
What kind of parents
Tell their daughter that she has to play quiet games because it's 15 minutes until bedtime, and then instigate a full fledged nerf cannonball fight with the Playmobil pirate set? And does it make me a bad person if I teach her to aim for her father's face?
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