I can't take it anymore, this waiting to hear about our offer thing.
I'm so antsy, and it doesn't help that the people IRL who know about this offer have been asking me all the time, "Hey, so have you heard anything yet?", and I have to respond that I'm still waiting, extremely impatiently.
Tomorrow is finally FRIDAY and we were told that we'd hear by FRIDAY or the following TUESDAY. I swear, if they make me wait through yet another weekend that I'm going to end up pulling out all my hairs, one by one!
I'll keep you all posted!
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Sunday, January 10, 2010
It happened so fast...
On Wednesday night, Mr. FEO and I were driving around the town where we'd eventually like to live when we see an adorable little house on a corner lot, with an extra half lot too. It's for sale!
We tell my parents (who are helping us with a down payment should we find a house).
My dad schedules a showing on Thursday evening after work.
We made an offer on Friday afternoon...
And now we have to WAIT until this Friday or possibly next Tuesday to hear back about our offer.
I hate waiting. Nevermind the fact that I think we've flat out lost our minds.
Some specifics:
This house is about 500sqft smaller than our existing condo ... but it has a full basement, so technically, it has more space. It's also on a lot and a half, and after calling the building department of the city, we learned that we can basically triple the size of the home on the existing lot.
The bedrooms are smaller than we have now, and there's virtually no closet space or kitchen cupboards.
It's across the street from a really old cemetary. This kind of freaks me out, but as Mr. FEO says, we'll have quiet neighbors who only come out in October. I had to laugh at that .... because I suppose he's right. It's not a bad thing to have quiet neighbors after living with people on all sides and below us for all these years. To have a house and a yard and a neighborhood is something I thought we'd only ever dream about -- not something that would ever be a reality.
It needs a TON of work. So if we get the house, our plan is as follows:
Before moving in (hopefully over 6 months):
1. Repair the drain tile. There's been water in the basement.
2. GUT the basement: including tearing up the asbestos tiles, taking down the nasty paneling on the walls (it's bowed from the water damage), tearing down existing walls, replacing windows with glass block, replacing sump pump and walling it off so it's not visible, and converting the fireplace that's down there from wood to gas, as well as adding a full bathroom.
3. Convert the entire house from boiler heat to forced air with central air conditioning, using a furnace and air compressor that will sustain up to 1200sqft more house than is already there.
4. Replace linoleum in the kitchen and replace half the cabinets (they are weird built-ins that surround the chimney), and expose the brick of the chimney. Replace the dishwasher (which we learned is broken) and hood fan with a microwave hood fan.
5. Paint walls, ceilings throughout the house.
Within the first year:
1. Replace the rest of the appliances with ones that will also work in the kitchen/laundry after the expansion.
2. Replace windows as necessary.
After the first year, we will be saving as much as possible. We plan to expand the house in 3-5 years depending on finances. The expansion will include a huge kitchen, larger living room, master suite with a full bathroom and a 2-3 car attached garage with a bonus room above. The existing 1 car detached garage will be torn down. Thoughts of the expansion will keep me sane as we live in a work zone for at least the next year! Once we're moved in, we'll get to start looking at plans so we can determine what the eventual cost will be and save accordingly. What's nice is that all the builders, electricians, contractors etc are in my family, so we'll pay cost for everything!!
We'll live in the condo during the first stage of repair. Then we hope to rent it out while we have it on the market. It would give us enough income to make it worthwhile.
I just can't believe how quickly this happened!
You might think ... wait, they don't know for sure they have the house, but they have all these plans ... and that's a very valid statement. Before we made the offer, we had to think about the possibilities of this house to know if it would even work for us. Clearly, we've decided that it will!
We were the second offer. The first offer was put in on Thursday afternoon, about an hour before our showing. Although the realtor can't tell us what the other offer was, she strongly suggested that we put in our offer anyway. We're assuming that the offer was lower than ours. Additionally, our offer was a cash offer and not a mortgage. And since we're dealing with a bank short sale, this is apparently a good thing.
All I can do is try to stay sane for the next week, and keep my fingers crossed!!!
I'm thinking this is more stressful than any fake 2ww that I've experienced in the past year!
Have a great day all!!
We tell my parents (who are helping us with a down payment should we find a house).
My dad schedules a showing on Thursday evening after work.
We made an offer on Friday afternoon...
And now we have to WAIT until this Friday or possibly next Tuesday to hear back about our offer.
I hate waiting. Nevermind the fact that I think we've flat out lost our minds.
Some specifics:
This house is about 500sqft smaller than our existing condo ... but it has a full basement, so technically, it has more space. It's also on a lot and a half, and after calling the building department of the city, we learned that we can basically triple the size of the home on the existing lot.
The bedrooms are smaller than we have now, and there's virtually no closet space or kitchen cupboards.
It's across the street from a really old cemetary. This kind of freaks me out, but as Mr. FEO says, we'll have quiet neighbors who only come out in October. I had to laugh at that .... because I suppose he's right. It's not a bad thing to have quiet neighbors after living with people on all sides and below us for all these years. To have a house and a yard and a neighborhood is something I thought we'd only ever dream about -- not something that would ever be a reality.
It needs a TON of work. So if we get the house, our plan is as follows:
Before moving in (hopefully over 6 months):
1. Repair the drain tile. There's been water in the basement.
2. GUT the basement: including tearing up the asbestos tiles, taking down the nasty paneling on the walls (it's bowed from the water damage), tearing down existing walls, replacing windows with glass block, replacing sump pump and walling it off so it's not visible, and converting the fireplace that's down there from wood to gas, as well as adding a full bathroom.
3. Convert the entire house from boiler heat to forced air with central air conditioning, using a furnace and air compressor that will sustain up to 1200sqft more house than is already there.
4. Replace linoleum in the kitchen and replace half the cabinets (they are weird built-ins that surround the chimney), and expose the brick of the chimney. Replace the dishwasher (which we learned is broken) and hood fan with a microwave hood fan.
5. Paint walls, ceilings throughout the house.
Within the first year:
1. Replace the rest of the appliances with ones that will also work in the kitchen/laundry after the expansion.
2. Replace windows as necessary.
After the first year, we will be saving as much as possible. We plan to expand the house in 3-5 years depending on finances. The expansion will include a huge kitchen, larger living room, master suite with a full bathroom and a 2-3 car attached garage with a bonus room above. The existing 1 car detached garage will be torn down. Thoughts of the expansion will keep me sane as we live in a work zone for at least the next year! Once we're moved in, we'll get to start looking at plans so we can determine what the eventual cost will be and save accordingly. What's nice is that all the builders, electricians, contractors etc are in my family, so we'll pay cost for everything!!
We'll live in the condo during the first stage of repair. Then we hope to rent it out while we have it on the market. It would give us enough income to make it worthwhile.
I just can't believe how quickly this happened!
You might think ... wait, they don't know for sure they have the house, but they have all these plans ... and that's a very valid statement. Before we made the offer, we had to think about the possibilities of this house to know if it would even work for us. Clearly, we've decided that it will!
We were the second offer. The first offer was put in on Thursday afternoon, about an hour before our showing. Although the realtor can't tell us what the other offer was, she strongly suggested that we put in our offer anyway. We're assuming that the offer was lower than ours. Additionally, our offer was a cash offer and not a mortgage. And since we're dealing with a bank short sale, this is apparently a good thing.
All I can do is try to stay sane for the next week, and keep my fingers crossed!!!
I'm thinking this is more stressful than any fake 2ww that I've experienced in the past year!
Have a great day all!!
Thursday, December 31, 2009
I give up.
2009 was a total bust.
We didn't sell our condo, and therefore couldn't buy a house.
We didn't pay off as much debt as we'd planned for.
And of course, we didn't conceive a baby.
That's right, my friends, the tests were negative. And yeah, I said tests. I used a regular FRER last night and a FR digital this morning. Both were BFFN.
Now, I'd like to know what the hell is up with the symptoms. I swear I thought I ovulated. I know I can't KNOW, but truthfully, this was the first cycle that I had a real feeling about it.
I've been pumping my body so full of pharmaceuticals that I don't even feel like a human being anymore. From prenatal vitamins to all kinds of other supplements, and metformin and provera and most recently the clomid, I just can't keep track of it all anymore. Nothing seems to be working anyway. Add in chiropractic and massage therapy, exercise and diet and I should have a whole little brood of children by now. I'm a healthy 30 year old for heaven's sake.
Okay, so in the beginning of this whole ordeal, I stopped BCP's. That's how it all works, right? Stop preventing, get pregnant, have a baby. Yeah, sure. Anyway, so I stopped the BCP's. But I guess there's some backstory.
I was overweight in high school. I was uncomfortably shy and hated all things sports related because in high school people are notorious for picking on the chubby kids. I continued to be overweight my freshman year of college too. Then I came to a realization that I didn't want to be overweight anymore. I lost 50lbs over the summer, and continued to lose weight into my sophomore year. At the start of my junior year, I started to worry my friends because I had lost, well I forget the actual poundage but it was probably about 75 lbs, a lot of weight to the point that I really needed to not lose any more. I barely ate anything and really felt fine eating cereal, salad and rice cakes. And dessert. I ate some kind of dessert every.single.day so don't go thinking I was anorexic or anything, because I can assure you I wasn't. I was just busy as college students are. 18-20 credits a semester, plus glee club, working and working out I didn't have a lot of extra time on my hands for things like sleeping and eating. But I looked good, and I was happy with that. I maintained my weight loss for several years. I got into a very comfortable relationship right out of college and during that time managed to gain something crazy like 60lbs. After the heartbreak of a relationship end, I let myself live that way for almost 2 years before joining a gym and finally losing the weight again. Then I met Mr. FEO, had a breast reduction and was loving life.
I was taking birth control of some kind for almost 10 years. I had a pill that I was very happy with and that had no side effects at all (it was Estrostep for anyone who wonders), and in February 2008 my pharmacy started to carry on the generic for my BCP's and they switched me over since my doctor didn't write the script to fill as written anyway. I figured it would be fine. I was so wrong. I experienced a horrible combination of side effects, from some increase in my breast size (I'd had a reduction, so this SUCKED big time), to defininte unwanted weight gain. Despite sticking to the same diet and exercise plan I'd been on for a couple of years at this point, I was no longer maintaining...I was gaining weight back. I took some crazy weight loss medication that my doctor prescribed for me prior to my wedding and was able to lose 20 of the 30lbs I gained. Then I stopped my birth control pills and all hell broke loose with my body.
I am now 60lbs heavier than I used to be. Now, I'm not huge or anything, but I am NOT comfortable with this. It doesn't help that Provera forces weight gain, and I think other combinations of supplements have a similar effect.
I follow a strict diet. I don't eat refined sugars or flours, I don't intake more than 1600 calories a day.
I don't work out as often as I did before, but I still manage 2 hours a week.
SOOOO, something's gotta give.
I clearly can't get pregnant like this, so I suppose it's a good thing I got a BFN this morning. I need to get control of this yo-yo of a weight I've been dealing with since high school.
I am not insulin resistant, I don't have heart trouble or any other medical conditions, besides the PCOS.
So Mr. FEO and I have a new plan, as far as our health, weight and TTC are concerned.
January, February and March will be no excuses, weight loss months for both of us. I need to lose 60 lbs (obviously not in 3 months) and he wants to lose 30 lbs (probably really only needs to lose 10, but he wants to get back to his marathon running weight). So in the next 3 months, we both want to lose 30 lbs.
It can be done. I lost 60 lbs in 4 months in 2006. I wasn't dealing with PCOS bullshit back then, but regardless, I'm not letting it stop me from this.
We will not be preventing pregnancy during this time, but we will not be taking any extra measures.
I will not stop the metformin, and will take provera if I need it to induce AF, but I may let my cycles go longer again for these next 3 months.
I don't like this plan. I really don't. I want to be pregnant yesterday, last week, last month, last December. But that didn't happen.
I have to move forward and look to the future for success.
I'm optimistic and hopeful. And keeping all fingers crossed that this plan works.
Love to all, HAPPY 2010!!!
We didn't sell our condo, and therefore couldn't buy a house.
We didn't pay off as much debt as we'd planned for.
And of course, we didn't conceive a baby.
That's right, my friends, the tests were negative. And yeah, I said tests. I used a regular FRER last night and a FR digital this morning. Both were BFFN.
Now, I'd like to know what the hell is up with the symptoms. I swear I thought I ovulated. I know I can't KNOW, but truthfully, this was the first cycle that I had a real feeling about it.
I've been pumping my body so full of pharmaceuticals that I don't even feel like a human being anymore. From prenatal vitamins to all kinds of other supplements, and metformin and provera and most recently the clomid, I just can't keep track of it all anymore. Nothing seems to be working anyway. Add in chiropractic and massage therapy, exercise and diet and I should have a whole little brood of children by now. I'm a healthy 30 year old for heaven's sake.
Okay, so in the beginning of this whole ordeal, I stopped BCP's. That's how it all works, right? Stop preventing, get pregnant, have a baby. Yeah, sure. Anyway, so I stopped the BCP's. But I guess there's some backstory.
I was overweight in high school. I was uncomfortably shy and hated all things sports related because in high school people are notorious for picking on the chubby kids. I continued to be overweight my freshman year of college too. Then I came to a realization that I didn't want to be overweight anymore. I lost 50lbs over the summer, and continued to lose weight into my sophomore year. At the start of my junior year, I started to worry my friends because I had lost, well I forget the actual poundage but it was probably about 75 lbs, a lot of weight to the point that I really needed to not lose any more. I barely ate anything and really felt fine eating cereal, salad and rice cakes. And dessert. I ate some kind of dessert every.single.day so don't go thinking I was anorexic or anything, because I can assure you I wasn't. I was just busy as college students are. 18-20 credits a semester, plus glee club, working and working out I didn't have a lot of extra time on my hands for things like sleeping and eating. But I looked good, and I was happy with that. I maintained my weight loss for several years. I got into a very comfortable relationship right out of college and during that time managed to gain something crazy like 60lbs. After the heartbreak of a relationship end, I let myself live that way for almost 2 years before joining a gym and finally losing the weight again. Then I met Mr. FEO, had a breast reduction and was loving life.
I was taking birth control of some kind for almost 10 years. I had a pill that I was very happy with and that had no side effects at all (it was Estrostep for anyone who wonders), and in February 2008 my pharmacy started to carry on the generic for my BCP's and they switched me over since my doctor didn't write the script to fill as written anyway. I figured it would be fine. I was so wrong. I experienced a horrible combination of side effects, from some increase in my breast size (I'd had a reduction, so this SUCKED big time), to defininte unwanted weight gain. Despite sticking to the same diet and exercise plan I'd been on for a couple of years at this point, I was no longer maintaining...I was gaining weight back. I took some crazy weight loss medication that my doctor prescribed for me prior to my wedding and was able to lose 20 of the 30lbs I gained. Then I stopped my birth control pills and all hell broke loose with my body.
I am now 60lbs heavier than I used to be. Now, I'm not huge or anything, but I am NOT comfortable with this. It doesn't help that Provera forces weight gain, and I think other combinations of supplements have a similar effect.
I follow a strict diet. I don't eat refined sugars or flours, I don't intake more than 1600 calories a day.
I don't work out as often as I did before, but I still manage 2 hours a week.
SOOOO, something's gotta give.
I clearly can't get pregnant like this, so I suppose it's a good thing I got a BFN this morning. I need to get control of this yo-yo of a weight I've been dealing with since high school.
I am not insulin resistant, I don't have heart trouble or any other medical conditions, besides the PCOS.
So Mr. FEO and I have a new plan, as far as our health, weight and TTC are concerned.
January, February and March will be no excuses, weight loss months for both of us. I need to lose 60 lbs (obviously not in 3 months) and he wants to lose 30 lbs (probably really only needs to lose 10, but he wants to get back to his marathon running weight). So in the next 3 months, we both want to lose 30 lbs.
It can be done. I lost 60 lbs in 4 months in 2006. I wasn't dealing with PCOS bullshit back then, but regardless, I'm not letting it stop me from this.
We will not be preventing pregnancy during this time, but we will not be taking any extra measures.
I will not stop the metformin, and will take provera if I need it to induce AF, but I may let my cycles go longer again for these next 3 months.
I don't like this plan. I really don't. I want to be pregnant yesterday, last week, last month, last December. But that didn't happen.
I have to move forward and look to the future for success.
I'm optimistic and hopeful. And keeping all fingers crossed that this plan works.
Love to all, HAPPY 2010!!!
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Nervous.
I have phantom symptoms again. I always do, every cycle, without fail.
I suppose they could be real symptoms this time ... moreso than any other time, considering that I took Clomid this cycle and had definite symptoms of ovulation. But I didn't temp and I opted out of mid-cycle ultrasounds because my insurance won't pay. So I obviously don't know for sure. If I had to guess, I O'd sometime between CD 18-20. So our timing may not have been perfect, but not too bad considering how much Mr. FEO was gone this cycle for work.
So, I'm testing tomorrow. On New Year's Eve. Crazy, maybe. But it's day 35, and per my doctor the day I should test when I'm not temping.
What are my phantom symptoms this time, you ask?
1. I'm exhausted. As in, can barely keep my eyes open most of the day. Last night, I fell asleep at 9pm on the couch and Mr. FEO had to help me to bed. I normally go to bed at 11pm or later, but this week that's just impossible. Then this morning, I woke up feeling as though I hadn't slept at all.
2. Mild cramping and mild backache.
3. Some bloating and it's gotten uncomfortable since yesterday.
4. Sporadic pain in my breasts. This is always a weird one for me because of my reduction 3 years ago.
5. Headache. I thought this was because of being tired, or maybe because I needed coffee, but the coffee didn't help the tired or the headache.
6. Thirst. I'm parched. As a result, I'm drinking a ton of water but can't seem to get enough.
7. I get nauseous after I eat. Not always and sometimes worse than others. This could be because of the metformin still, although it's hard to tell. I get full faster.
8. DIZZY. I'm lightheaded a lot, especially in the afternoons, and after eating.
I don't know, I haven't had any indication of AF showing up, but this could all be symptomatic of that as well.
I guess I'll know tomorrow one way or the other.
And not that you can make my body do anything in particular, but some good thoughts for double lines on that test in the morning would be happily accepted.
Have a good day!!
I suppose they could be real symptoms this time ... moreso than any other time, considering that I took Clomid this cycle and had definite symptoms of ovulation. But I didn't temp and I opted out of mid-cycle ultrasounds because my insurance won't pay. So I obviously don't know for sure. If I had to guess, I O'd sometime between CD 18-20. So our timing may not have been perfect, but not too bad considering how much Mr. FEO was gone this cycle for work.
So, I'm testing tomorrow. On New Year's Eve. Crazy, maybe. But it's day 35, and per my doctor the day I should test when I'm not temping.
What are my phantom symptoms this time, you ask?
1. I'm exhausted. As in, can barely keep my eyes open most of the day. Last night, I fell asleep at 9pm on the couch and Mr. FEO had to help me to bed. I normally go to bed at 11pm or later, but this week that's just impossible. Then this morning, I woke up feeling as though I hadn't slept at all.
2. Mild cramping and mild backache.
3. Some bloating and it's gotten uncomfortable since yesterday.
4. Sporadic pain in my breasts. This is always a weird one for me because of my reduction 3 years ago.
5. Headache. I thought this was because of being tired, or maybe because I needed coffee, but the coffee didn't help the tired or the headache.
6. Thirst. I'm parched. As a result, I'm drinking a ton of water but can't seem to get enough.
7. I get nauseous after I eat. Not always and sometimes worse than others. This could be because of the metformin still, although it's hard to tell. I get full faster.
8. DIZZY. I'm lightheaded a lot, especially in the afternoons, and after eating.
I don't know, I haven't had any indication of AF showing up, but this could all be symptomatic of that as well.
I guess I'll know tomorrow one way or the other.
And not that you can make my body do anything in particular, but some good thoughts for double lines on that test in the morning would be happily accepted.
Have a good day!!
Monday, December 14, 2009
We need a miracle.
Let me start by saying that I HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE mandatory overtime.
Mr. FEO left for work on Saturday morning, and was supposed to come home on Sunday morning ... it was just supposed to be a regular 24 hour shift. I'm used to that. He works a 24 hour shift every other day (3 out of 5) and then has 4 days off. So he was also supposed to be on duty today. But Sunday was supposed to be OUR day at home. Until he called me at 7:15am to tell me that he wasn't going to be coming home because someone called in sick and they needed him (and another guy from his shift who was supposed to be going home to his wife also) to stay for another 24 hours. Which combined with today's 24 hour shift means that he will be gone for 72 hours .... AGAIN. He worked a 72 hour shift last weekend too, and was gone Saturday, Sunday, and Monday.
As a reward for Mr. FEO being honored as Instructor of the Year, I purchased 2 tickets to the movie theater to see the Dave Matthews in 3D. I didn't tell him I bought the tickets ... though he does know now, because I had to tell him why I was upset. Luckily, the very kind and understanding cashier at the AMC offered to refund my money onto a gift card, so we can go anytime to see a show. Problem is, Mr. FEO loves DMB and this was the only weekend that it was showing :( I was so excited about this gift!!
Additionally, many know that this was our first Clomid cycle in our TTC journey. We planned it out so that my O day would be when we were home together to have some sexy time. Sadly, I'm fairly certain (as certain as you can be when you only track CM and not temps) that I O'd sometime yesterday or during the night. It would have been perfect actually because he was supposed to be home on Sunday.
Now, we did do the deed late on Friday night ... but was it enough? Are those swimmers super strong? I don't know. They'd be 2 days old by then ... and what if the O was actually sometime this morning? Then we're looking at 3 day old swimmers .... and that would really take a miracle, which is why I'm asking for one.
Timing is always going to be an issue for us because of his schedule, but this weekend really just sucked because it was supposed to be perfect. I mean, I know we still only have a 20% chance of conception ... but we had a CHANCE. The first chance we've ever had, and I feel like it was such a waste. I know it's not over until AF shows, but really, I'm just so disappointed. The movies, the probable O ... oh yes, and the 2 pregnancies announced at work this morning.
I just can't win.
My lower back is freaking killing me ... I can barely stand up without pain. I did it to myself though. To wallow in my sorrows, I ate an entire (small) bag of Totinos pizza rolls last night. I didn't eat all day, and that was the only thing that sounded remotely tasty. For me, metformin + pizza = bad news in the bathroom. ... and I'm at work, suffering from depression about the other pregnancies, having a horrible dehydration backache and probably O'd on a day that Mr. FEO was at work.
I am obviously having a terrible Monday. If you feel like crossing any appendages that Friday's swimmers were strong enough ... please and thank you :)
Love to all ...
Mr. FEO left for work on Saturday morning, and was supposed to come home on Sunday morning ... it was just supposed to be a regular 24 hour shift. I'm used to that. He works a 24 hour shift every other day (3 out of 5) and then has 4 days off. So he was also supposed to be on duty today. But Sunday was supposed to be OUR day at home. Until he called me at 7:15am to tell me that he wasn't going to be coming home because someone called in sick and they needed him (and another guy from his shift who was supposed to be going home to his wife also) to stay for another 24 hours. Which combined with today's 24 hour shift means that he will be gone for 72 hours .... AGAIN. He worked a 72 hour shift last weekend too, and was gone Saturday, Sunday, and Monday.
As a reward for Mr. FEO being honored as Instructor of the Year, I purchased 2 tickets to the movie theater to see the Dave Matthews in 3D. I didn't tell him I bought the tickets ... though he does know now, because I had to tell him why I was upset. Luckily, the very kind and understanding cashier at the AMC offered to refund my money onto a gift card, so we can go anytime to see a show. Problem is, Mr. FEO loves DMB and this was the only weekend that it was showing :( I was so excited about this gift!!
Additionally, many know that this was our first Clomid cycle in our TTC journey. We planned it out so that my O day would be when we were home together to have some sexy time. Sadly, I'm fairly certain (as certain as you can be when you only track CM and not temps) that I O'd sometime yesterday or during the night. It would have been perfect actually because he was supposed to be home on Sunday.
Now, we did do the deed late on Friday night ... but was it enough? Are those swimmers super strong? I don't know. They'd be 2 days old by then ... and what if the O was actually sometime this morning? Then we're looking at 3 day old swimmers .... and that would really take a miracle, which is why I'm asking for one.
Timing is always going to be an issue for us because of his schedule, but this weekend really just sucked because it was supposed to be perfect. I mean, I know we still only have a 20% chance of conception ... but we had a CHANCE. The first chance we've ever had, and I feel like it was such a waste. I know it's not over until AF shows, but really, I'm just so disappointed. The movies, the probable O ... oh yes, and the 2 pregnancies announced at work this morning.
I just can't win.
My lower back is freaking killing me ... I can barely stand up without pain. I did it to myself though. To wallow in my sorrows, I ate an entire (small) bag of Totinos pizza rolls last night. I didn't eat all day, and that was the only thing that sounded remotely tasty. For me, metformin + pizza = bad news in the bathroom. ... and I'm at work, suffering from depression about the other pregnancies, having a horrible dehydration backache and probably O'd on a day that Mr. FEO was at work.
I am obviously having a terrible Monday. If you feel like crossing any appendages that Friday's swimmers were strong enough ... please and thank you :)
Love to all ...
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
PROUD FIREWIFE!!
I'm always amazed and proud of my husband.
Yes, I get annoyed when the phone rings for overtime at 2am or 6am or at any time during the day when we're spending time together. Yes, it often infuriates me when he is stuck working holidays and weekends. It's hard when he's teaching at the college every Tuesday and Thursday night and all day on Saturdays whenever he's not at the station.
Today, we got some AMAZING news. It makes it all worth it.
Mr. FEO is the Instructor of the Year for the county fire academy!!!
This is the biggest honor that an instructor can receive, and his name will be permanently on a plaque at the college.
I haven't stopped smiling since he called from work to tell me the news, and to tell me that I have to take the day off on December 11 for the banquet that starts at 8am.
The banquet is formal. He'll wear his dress uniform (HOT!!) and I have an excuse to go buy a new dress. The banquet also starts at 8am and is a breakfast. I am taking the day off work, but wow ... that just seems strange to me, but it'll be fun regardless - and I get a long weekend out of it!
So yes, I'm always amazed and proud of my husband. He does a job that many couldn't do. He doesn't get the respect that he deserves by the residents of the city he works in. He calls himself a "dumb fireman" ... and he is obviously anything but!
So today I'm not only amazed and proud, I'm thrilled that Mr. FEO is getting the recognition that he has worked so hard for.
CONGRATULATIONS my love, I'm so excited for you!!
Yes, I get annoyed when the phone rings for overtime at 2am or 6am or at any time during the day when we're spending time together. Yes, it often infuriates me when he is stuck working holidays and weekends. It's hard when he's teaching at the college every Tuesday and Thursday night and all day on Saturdays whenever he's not at the station.
Today, we got some AMAZING news. It makes it all worth it.
Mr. FEO is the Instructor of the Year for the county fire academy!!!
This is the biggest honor that an instructor can receive, and his name will be permanently on a plaque at the college.
I haven't stopped smiling since he called from work to tell me the news, and to tell me that I have to take the day off on December 11 for the banquet that starts at 8am.
The banquet is formal. He'll wear his dress uniform (HOT!!) and I have an excuse to go buy a new dress. The banquet also starts at 8am and is a breakfast. I am taking the day off work, but wow ... that just seems strange to me, but it'll be fun regardless - and I get a long weekend out of it!
So yes, I'm always amazed and proud of my husband. He does a job that many couldn't do. He doesn't get the respect that he deserves by the residents of the city he works in. He calls himself a "dumb fireman" ... and he is obviously anything but!
So today I'm not only amazed and proud, I'm thrilled that Mr. FEO is getting the recognition that he has worked so hard for.
CONGRATULATIONS my love, I'm so excited for you!!
Friday, November 20, 2009
Irritability at it's finest.
Today is Provera Day 5. Just 5 more days of this wicked drug, and thank goodness!
I've been doing a pretty decent job the last few days with controlling my moods and keeping the irritability in check. It's all about having a positive attitude, really. But this morning when I got to work, I almost had a fit of rage because my coworker in the next cube was typing loudly. ???? Really ???? Why the heck did that bother me so much to trigger such a violent reaction? I was literally shaking in my cube trying not to say anything. All I could hear was CLACK CLACK CLACK, SLAM SLAM SLAM. And now that he's not there, even the sound of my own keyboard is bugging me. That SOUND is just obnoxious. This is not a normal reaction by any stretch of the imagination and I can think of little else. What is wrong with me?
I hate taking Provera for just these types of reasons. I find myself lashing out at Mr. FEO, yelling at the furkids, in general becoming antisocial and just plain mean. It is such a challenge because I really am a nice person and generally very tolerant, especially at work. I'm not any fun to be around when I get in moods like this, and I just don't know what else to do. I thought I was doing so good this time with the drug-induced meanness, but this morning it just hit full force.
Add that to the fact that my entire body feels bloated today, I have a headache and I feel like I haven't slept in a week.
Today is clearly not going to be a good day. I am so glad it's Friday, and I have a 3 day weekend.
I've been doing a pretty decent job the last few days with controlling my moods and keeping the irritability in check. It's all about having a positive attitude, really. But this morning when I got to work, I almost had a fit of rage because my coworker in the next cube was typing loudly. ???? Really ???? Why the heck did that bother me so much to trigger such a violent reaction? I was literally shaking in my cube trying not to say anything. All I could hear was CLACK CLACK CLACK, SLAM SLAM SLAM. And now that he's not there, even the sound of my own keyboard is bugging me. That SOUND is just obnoxious. This is not a normal reaction by any stretch of the imagination and I can think of little else. What is wrong with me?
I hate taking Provera for just these types of reasons. I find myself lashing out at Mr. FEO, yelling at the furkids, in general becoming antisocial and just plain mean. It is such a challenge because I really am a nice person and generally very tolerant, especially at work. I'm not any fun to be around when I get in moods like this, and I just don't know what else to do. I thought I was doing so good this time with the drug-induced meanness, but this morning it just hit full force.
Add that to the fact that my entire body feels bloated today, I have a headache and I feel like I haven't slept in a week.
Today is clearly not going to be a good day. I am so glad it's Friday, and I have a 3 day weekend.
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