I am a lying liar who lies.

Long time, no type, huh? Jeesh, between IVF#2, toddler #1 and 2 jobs, I really haven't had much time to write....also, my IVF cycle has been so eerily similar to my last one that I really could just copy and paste my entries from 3 years ago....but, why would I do something like that? ;)

So, on to the title of this post. In my efforts to keep this round on the DL, I have been lying up the wazoo to people. Just today, I've lied twice and my two lies totally oppose eachother. I ran into my cousin while dropping G off at my parent's house on the way to the doctor. She asked why I was dropping him off. I told her I was going to a conference in the city for work (which is actually happening). I then had to call my boss to tell her that I was sick and couldn't make said conference. I'm just waiting for all of this to bite me square in the ass. Hopefully not, but we'll see.

As for the IVF...everything is moving along. I've been stimming for a week and a half now. Again, my dumb-ass ovaries have been slow on the uptake, but it looks like I have 4 decent follies. Last time, I named them for the Beatles. This time, I'm taking a page out of my good friend JJ's book and naming them for the great houses of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Who will win the House Cup? That remains to be seen. Stay tuned.

Leavin' on a jet plane...

So, the Barron and I are going on a short vacation this weekend. We're heading down to New Orleans on Friday - Monday and leaving G home with his Grandparents. I'm so excited I could burst, but I also know that I will probably spend the entire flight down in tears. I'm gonna miss my boy.

I think we are definitely doing this at the right time. If we don't go now, we'll never go. I have friends who are going on their first solo trip since their son was born (he's 3 and a half). Barron and I used to take trips all the time and it's been rough on us not being able to just get away and focus on us. It should be a nice break.

Gavin loves his GP's and sees each set of them once a week, so I don't think it'll be an issue for him. I'm not nervous about their care either, as they are very familiar with how to take care of him. It's not making it any easier to leave though. I'm giving him tons of extra kisses and hugs this week to make up for it!

As for my not so little guy, who is 7 MONTHS old today, he's doing great. As of our last doctor visit, he is 19 lbs, 13 oz, and 29 inches long. He's rolling all over the place and is very vocal! I'm also pretty sure he's close to crawling, which is scaring the crap out of me. Gotta start babyproofing.

I'm doing well, although I'm starting to realize that working from home and raising a child is harder than I thought it would be. I do have help two days a week from grandparents, but on the other three days, I work when I can. This has become a bit of a problem, because I am not the worker I once was, but I also feel the need to be with my son. Things may have to change down the line, but I'm not sure how. I may need to put G in daycare for a few days in order to get my work done. Just a thought. I'd hate to do it, but it may be what we all need.

Then there's the issue of baby #2. As I noted once before, my OB/GYN suggested not waiting more than a year to try again, as I responded poorly to my first cycle (even though it worked). The Barron recently started a new job which allows us three IVF cycles, but I'm not sure I'm ready to go down that road yet. I always wanted a nice gap between children, but I know it's not a possibility for me. Plus, I'm in no rush to go through all that again. We're going to discuss at the end of the summer to see what our next steps are. We'll see.

Bad Day

If I drank a fifth of vodka right now, would it really hurt the baby? Seriously?

Gah! No, I'm not actually going to do it, but man, it has been one of those days. I'm ready to throw my beloved laptop out the window and just live as a hermit for a few days. Good thing the hub and I are getting away for the weekend.

Remaining alcohol free, but still crazy!!!

And when I go there, I go there with you...

...it's all I can do.

-Where the Streets Have No Name, U2

Today is the Barron's birthday. He doesn't read this blog, although he does know about it's existence. So, with that in mind, Happy Birthday, hon! It's been a long and rough year, but I could never have gotten through it with out your love and unwavering support. Marrying you was the best decision I ever made, and I can't wait to see you be a father to our baby. I love you.

Here comes the sun...do do dee doo...

It's amazing what a little nice weather can do for your psyche. It's 75 and sunny here today. I'm listening to good music, getting a lot of work done, and just got back from a pedicure. It's the little things...right?

On the IF front, the spotting issue is still status quo, but I'm trying not to make myself crazy. I have to attribute a lot of my recent calmness to my amazing and wonderful husband whose faith has not wavered and who refuses to let me put any blame on myself (a thing that I have a tendency to do frequently). I am trying to keep hope alive and just praying that my body has the courtesy to at least get me to beta without bleeding.

I also received the go ahead to move up my PIO injection tomorrow so I can go to see my Mets play the Brewers. Luckily, the nurse was a Met fan as well and understood my dilemma. Basically, I should give tonights shot about an hour earlier and then tomorrow's another hour or so earlier and then work my way back up to 8:30 over the next few days.