Today has been so nice and mellow. So quiet and sleepy. Sure there was that hour or two earlier this morning when I suddenly felt my gut churn with that you know what sensation (thank you progesterone) but that fun seems to have passed. Um. Literally.
Now I am embracing the lolling. So far I have watched some tv, watched a really depressing documentary about the original cast members of the Broadway show, Annie, and I have found myself guiltily submerged into Twilight. (& feeling like an old fart because the more I read the more I think I have a crush on Bella’s DAD.)
In a way I have sort of forgotten what a big day that yesterday was. I am wondering if I will leak with emotions soon. The big goal is obviously to have a successful pregnancy, but the most immediate goal was to actually get to the point where I could try. Being able to try is like getting sponsored to go to the Olympics. It is that chance. That just maybe. I mean you can’t get your mug on a Wheaties box if you don’t ever have a chance to do the pole vault.
Side Note: Yesterday’s doctor appointment went well for Mother & GM. Some new MS symptoms are rearing for Mother and she will have to get some testing done soon. She is being casual about it so I will be too. GM was not really present mentally for the exam and her weight has gone down more than I realized. Luckily the doctor does not think that she looks unwell, weight wise, but we have some new meds to try out.
It has been bittersweet to call home these past few days. Mother is, of course totally wanting to hear details and play by plays, but GM just breathes into the phone. Even when I say her name she barely answers me. I still feel the cord that connects us, but it makes me sad that when I am not with her I am a stranger. Used to be that I could get a chuckle out of her or get her to sing a song with me, but the last 3 times I have called she has fallen asleep while holding the phone.
It has me thinking a lot about connections. How connections with friends and family are always there, but if we don’t see each other or talk to each other it feels like the thread that ties us becomes slippery and loose. I often feel like friendships are slipping away because I crave closeness when proximity is usually not available. I appreciate all of the well wishing comments here so so much. You have to know that. I feel like I have free fallen into you and you all are carrying me safely in your outstretched hands. (sorry my ass is so big)
And as much as I love you all for crossing all the things that can be crossed I am beginning to worry that some of you might be dangerously cutting off vital circulation. I think we need to have a silly universal phrase that is unique to our corner of the blogosphere that conveys the same hopeful and wistful well wishing. Wishing baby dust is banned on this blog, obviously. So what have you got? The more outrageous and ridunkulous the better!
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I wish that your right breast would have a great and fulfilling conversation with your left breast.
If you would like to giggle more about Bella’s dad, I have the next two books that I would be willing to lend you. They are a guilty pleasure but sometimes that’s what is needed.
Wishing you the ability to NOT see your doctor while your feet are in the stirrups!
– No, that’s a little… unsettling
Wishing you future cankles & sausage fingers!
– Naw, doesn’t portray that “warm & cozy” feeling we’re looking for.
Sending a virtual {insert weird pregnancy food craving} your way!
– ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
yeah, I suck at this!
B has been immersed in the Twilight series for a while now. They are having a disco book release party for the next book, so she figured she would read them to be able to talk about them.
As for a catchy phrase…i got nothin. Sorry. =(
We could..stick to a cowboy/western theme. “Stick-em-up” “Shoot-em-up” but that seems a little corny and not as cool as the IVP.
I THOUGHT I HAD A BLOG TROLL BUT I DIDN’T.
*sniff*
I WISH YOU BABY PUKE.
I am not good at coming up with “creative” type things… but I have no doubts someone will! I wanted to tell you to enjoy your relaxing day….
Implantation a go go!
May the blastocyst be with you!
those are good! and making me laugh. I just did a google search for silly phrases & found one in Yiddish that I really dig: “A shaynem dank dir im pupik” It is supposed to mean ‘Thanks for nothing’ – and that isn’t what I dig about it. What I actually like is the literal translation: “Many thanks in your belly button”.
Hmmm…How about “I wish you 18 years of sleepless nights?” Or “May you have many years of washing puke-covered teddy bears?” Or even “I pray that you will have blackmail photos for someone’s prom date?”
Seeyoubye!
I’m shaking my laptop like an etchasketch until your two lines appear.
may the burning ring of fire come to you in 9 months.
Oooo, good one, Lo.
I hope we are crossing our fingers just as much and wishing just as hard to get a baby OUT of you in about 38 weeks as we are now hoping to get one INTO you.
I’m such a fan of “all triple crossed”, I can’t give it up.
11 and 13 today.
xo
break a pregnancy stick?
i can HARDLY stand this TWW. i mean for realz, could it be taking any longer?
I wish you a shed load of stretch marks and a dodgy pelvic floor that means anymore than 2 mins on a trampoline makes you dribble..just a little…
i wish you a healthy dose of morning sickness! is that bad? in our house, morning sickness is WELCOME. hm.
Ok, how about this: I hope you spend the next 36 weeks in the clutches of miserable all-day sickness. Seems mean, no??!! I hope you can endure this 2ww. And the next test I want to hear about from you is Gestational Diabetes.
Just coming out of lurk to wish you well…
I found my way here via Helen’s (Everyday Stranger) blog. I suck at coming up with clever phrases…especially this early in the day. And without copious amounts of wine so I will just have to wish you luck in the regular way:) heh
I was also wondering if you could share more about your Mum’s MS. That Guy I Married was dx’d two years ago and although I know that this disease is never the same from person to person, I still like to compare notes.
*mind blank* Aw man, I hate having to be creative under pressure….
I wish you a biga belly and gassy farts!
Yes that was lame but I have not had any wine to drink yet – seeing it is ony 12h26 in SA
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
[that's the high-pitched squeal that I think everytime I think of your FET....I think it elegantly sums it all up, myself]
Hope you make me jealous….soon!
Good luck! I’m finally back into the blogosphere. I hear you about family and friend connections. That’s such a timely topic for me, having just returned from seeing family I’ve missed for so long.
I’m with ya on Twilight. That stuff is crack I tell ya.. CRACK!
So not good at coming up with creative funny things…but I sincerely wish nothing but morning sickness, stretch marks, cankles, heartburn and hemmorhoids upon you (with all the best intentions mind you!) and that you enjoy every second of each of them!
On a side note…I’m keeping your Mom and GM in my thoughts and prayers. It’s so hard to know those we love as we know them are slipping from our grasp. (((HUGS)))
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Wow! Rest up! You’ve got a baby to grow!!!
Wishing you heartburn, morning sickness, sore boobs and gaining 50 pounds!
I wish you a week where every twinge you question comes true(to what you wish for).
(just found you on cyclesista, I am up for fet in a month)
Ok so I’m not very good at coming up with creative wishes but some of the above ones are pretty good. I like the one wishing you to have blackmail photos for someones prom date. That’s good. I’m hoping you get all of the above mentioned symptoms just enough that you know all is well and a nice great big beta.
Hugs to you.
My creative energies have been drained for the day. Maybe I’ll be able to think of something ridonkulous tomorrow. Still, who needs blood free-flowing to their extremities? Everything is crossed tight until something rots off due to lack of circulation or you have a healthy baby, whichever comes first. Preferably the latter.
I didn’t know your mom also has MS.
Clenching my pelvic floor for you? Well, it’s good for me, it burns calories and it won’t drop off! At least I hope it won’t. It won’t, right? Will it?
Wishing you the uterus of a 20 year old hootchie with a meth-addict boyfriend.
Stick, bab(ies), stick.
Ok, I couldn’t resist renting that Annie documentary because 1. I love documentaries, 2. I love child performers and their train wreck careers, and 3. I love Annie.
I just finished watching it and I’m so depressed! God, I feel like I was an orphan on Broadway and I lost all my dreams too. I think I’ll fix myself a stiff drink.