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August 8, 2004
Hey everyone,
Do you ever wonder if waiting lists are staged? It has occurred to me that such lists are not actually something that gets randomly drawn from as openings crop up, rather they are really set lists from which you are allocated a date – WAY in the future. On November 22 my name was added to such a list, and I was told in an offhand manner that it was about an eight month list to gain admission into the only fertility clinic in Alberta. Well, on July 22, I got the call. That is just WAY too coincidental. But enough on the conspiracy theories.
The good news, and really, the point in all this, is that we finally got into the fertility clinic. I was curious to see the results of DHs SA and they were phenomenal. I have never even heard of a sperm count that high. But all his pretty sperm aren’t helping right now though, since I am not knocked up. I am ovulating fabulously on Clomid with progesterone levels in the 80s. But see, what’s the point of all of this great news if in the past 18 months I haven’t been able to get pregnant? Well, after a bunch of testing it turns out that I may not have a very, um, fertile environment for conception. Without telling the whole WWW about my CM let’s just say that the RX is IUI. Ah, don’t you just love acronyms?
So when AF starts again (tee hee, had to throw in another one), I start on 100 MG of Clomid and then around the middle of my cycle I have to buy the expensive OPKs (another conspiracy, what’s wrong with Target OPKS) and the day I get that plus we’ll give this method of conception a, um, well a shot.
The Boy
I think in my last post I was moaning about the ongoing sleep issues following our vacation. Well, they went from bad to worse. Frequent night wakings, continued falling asleep on the floor at the door after hours of calling out, and 5:30 am wake-up calls. Sigh. I have really been at my wits end about all this. And we’ve tried a million different methods to fix it. I think we are just going to have to wait it out. I think Sam’s overtiredness has finally caught up with him and for the past two nights he’s been out by 8 pm – in his bed – and has slept past 7 am. Sam has NEVER slept past 7 in his life. But I am not expecting it to last. I hope it will, but I don’t expect anything anymore. We’ll just have to see.
But the thing is, I swear Sam’s been in a good mood for weeks now. It’s terribly deceiving. I keep waiting for the ball to drop. You’d think with the lack of sleep he’d be grouchy and cranky. But no – we’ve had a happy cheerful kid who rarely whines anymore (thanks to the nose thing) and is a pleasure to be around. He is at that stage where he wants me to play with him all the time – but that could just be an only child issue as well.
He is really into “what does that word start with,” now. He asks that a zillion times a day. And he usually remembers. So now I am playing a phonics game with him – saying, “what does the word sound like it starts with?” On the advice of a friend I bought him the Leap Frog video on letters and it has helped too. It is too freaky to see him sounding out words, I still think of him as so little! But he’s only into the first letters, he’s certainly not sounding out whole words or anything like that. His vocabulary astounds me, as does his capacity to mimic. His answer to anything he doesn’t want to do is, “not quite yet.” He says “holy cow” all the time now. And he’s started to say “oh my gosh” as well and it doesn’t always sound like he’s saying, “gosh,” much to my chagrin. I thought my phrasing was pretty tame, but not when it’s mispronounced. The other thing he says all the time is, “definitely,” with a whole lot of enthusiasm! I love to listen to him talk – most of the time. He also has some words that I have NO idea what he says. He is always talking about the “balkeen” at the construction site of the house we’re building. I finally figured out that it is the portable heater there – but I have no idea where he got “balkeen,” nor can I change his mind that that’s not what it’s called. Sam is really getting hung up with please’s, thank you’s and your welcome’s and is downright prissy if I forget to say one of those things. Nice manners are good and all, but I swear he shoves them down my throat!
The House
Well, we finally got our possession date for the new place – September 2nd. So we have been busily preparing for our second move in five months. This house has a six month lease, and the landlord says he has no trouble letting us out as long as he can re-rent it. PLEASE let him do that – I don’t want to pay a month’s rent in a house we aren’t living in. As it is, we have to move out on the 31st and will stay with friends for two days (thanks Lynn!) and then we’ll get the new house which is kind of a pain (probably more for Lynn than for us!). The movers will load up the garage of our new place and then move everything in on possession day.
But so far I am totally thrilled with the place. We both are. The kitchen is by far my favorite. It is turning out SO well. We are doing a craftsman design to the house and the kitchen is coming together exactly as I had hoped – yay! And our builder has been amazing to work with.
This rental has been terrific, I mean, a brand new house in a lake community has been a boon for summer. But I can’t WAIT to be out now. OK – I have to have a rant on fire pits. I LOATHE the things. If you live on a farm or an acreage or other massive lot, whatever. But they should be banned in the burbs. Sure, I understand the appeal, we all like a campfire. But on a postage stamp sized lot, our neighbors pit is about 30 feet behind the back of our house, where both our bedroom and Sam’s are located. As we have no A/C – the windows have to stay open on hot summer nights. So we are lucky enough to experience a steady flow of woodsmoke into our bedrooms. My clothes in the closet reek, and who can sleep with that? Plus, and I know this is acceptable legally, but playing and talking around the pit until midnight is just damned inconsiderate when your neighbors are living practically on top of you. But these people drive me nuts anyway – their 10 year old boys put plywood on their deck and on the lawn and they spend the evening skateboarding off the deck onto the lawn. Again – louder than you’d ever imagine. We have to yell to be heard around the dinner table. All the neighbors hate it – even the ones without kids! I sound like the noise police, and really I’m not, I just believe in basic considerate behaviour.
Well, that’s all for now. I think I’ll hit the hay – who knows what time the wake-up call will be tomorrow!
All the best,
Jenn and Sam
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