So far my 30 day challenge is working, ten days and no restaurants, well until last night. We did grab Delux burger for dinner but I don’t think that one time in ten days is a bad thing. I’ve been trying to use what we have in the freezer and be creative with our meals, so far we haven’t had the same thing twice yet. I’m back baking my own loaves of bread. Tried the King Arthur white bread recipe, made one cinnamon sugar loaf and one sandwich loaf. The recipe is totally simple and tastes fabulous! Tomorrow I will make an attempt to master biscuits, not that mine are bad, they aren’t but I want more height out of them. More fluffy and flakey biscuits. I’m going to add eggs to my recipe and see how that works.
Time away from work has really been therapeutic, I hate thinking that I have to go back in nineteen days. We’re still trying to pull up the old parquet flooring in one of the bedrooms so we can put down the new stuff. New paint colors for the guest room and living room have been chosen. I’m going with a more taupey-grey color which I think will look great against the white moldings. Courtney and I getting organized for the big job of acid washing the pool next weekend. We’ve never done it before but I have faith that we’ll be just fine. I’ll let you know if we burn off a limb
I’m just going to put this next thought out there…have you ever noticed a series of numbers that pop up repeatedly? You’re moving along throughout your day and when you happen to look a the clock it’s 1:11 or 4:44? This happened to me the week before I got my promotion, then after I got the news all was silent. I just find it interesting that these numbers popup everywhere in my life. I feel like I need to be on the lookout for some bigger meaning but maybe it’s all just a coincident. For now I’m taking it as my sign that something big is going to happen so I bought 11 lottery tickets. Who knows??
I’ve been building my fabric stash but I haven’t pulled the trigger on a new sewing machine yet. I also haven’t been scrapbooking. My creative spark is a bit low right now. I’m going to focus on getting my house in order, clearing the clutter in my craft room and then my creative thoughts will be able to flow more freely.
We met with the fertility doc this past week. It’s not great news but I don’t feel completely hopeless. I’m thirty-eight, my eggs aren’t as fresh as they once were and there may not be a lot of them left. There is no clear explanation for the two miscarriages, it just happens. All the numbers she threw out were all within the normal ranges for my age, trying to have a baby at this point in my life will not be easy without some help. Where does that leave us? We have three options, IVF, egg donor or timed insemination, where they will wash the sperm, place the guys in my uterus and hope that they find their way to a good egg. We’re going to go with the third option, we’re no where near financially stable to be able to afford IVF and a donor just doesn’t feel right to me. We’ll be able to do one cycle of clomid with the timed insemination this year and I will be able to budget for the possibility for three more tries next year, hopefully that won’t be necessary. Its a crap shoot but right now that’s all we’ve got. Isn’t life one big crap shoot?


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