Happy Birthday to Us!

Two years ago today, TH and I ran around the city like fools in love, waiting to say our I Do's.

Two years ago today, we lit candles for our newly formed family and celebrated with our nearest and dearest. We laughed, we danced, we loved.

Two years doesn't seem like enough time when I think about all that we've been through; it doesn't seem like nearly enough time to learn to love someone more fiercely than I've ever imagined possible.

We start our third year today, and early this morning, we counted all the ways the third year should bring luck, and thus, our long-awaited baby. Multiples of three, ages, third time's a charm, we're looking for our third wheel.

I love you, TH. I love your heavy jeans, your garlic breath, your loud chewing, your fantastic hugs, the sound of your laugh, how loud you yell into the phone when talking to your dad, your socks on the side of the bed, your rough lips, how you can't stop thinking about a problem until you solve it, your Scientific American magazines, your expensive taste in rugs, and how you think vodka fixes any illness. I wouldn't have made it through this year without you, and I love you for your strength.

Here's to a happy and healthy third year that makes all of our dreams come true.

Pupici, Lovey.

A day late, and a dollar short...

What I Love About Sundays (The Monday Edition)

(Sorry, friends, I've got a nasty cold/flu and posting was not on my mind yesterday.)

1. Chicken soup from MIL. YUM. She heard I was getting worse, so she immediately started running through the food options that she could make for us. Too sweet.

2. TH. Seriously, this man rocks. He does nothing but take care of me, and he does it without complaint.

3. Slurpees. No matter how sick I am, they *always* make me feel better, sore throat or not. In fact, I'm getting another one today on the way home from the doctor. :)

4. Sleeping kitties. I was bundled up on the couch with Smith on my shoulder, the laptop on my tummy, and Jones on my legs. Snug as a bug in a rug!

5. Last day of the 'mid!

What's yours?

Speaking of Clomid, have any of you endo girls taken it? I'm getting twangs of cramps in my endo places (which is not making me happy) every so often. It's nothing crazy, but it makes me nervous that they are going to come full on, though this has not happened yet. I also have to say, I have no side effects. Do you normally get them while you're taking the meds or not until after you stop them? U/s and b/w on Friday the 13th!

A woot, Domino!

(That's a homage to the defunct Domino magazine I have been craving lately.)

Look! At! This!

You should have been in my head when I was scrolling through the post. "HEY! That's our apartment! Awwwwwwwesome!"

And, in better news, the rug actually shipped today. Can't wait!

(I know there have been a few requests for pics of our apt updates, but give me a few more weeks to finish up The Cure and I'll do a before and after post, complete with reno pics. You wouldn't even recognize the apartment!)

Bela and his gymnast

This is a Blackberry pic and TH is sticking out his tongue for some unknown reason, but I still think we are too cute for words.

Best. Costume. Ever.

Summer, how much do you love TH's 'stache? I thought of you as we were fighting to get it to stay on at the beginning of the night. :)

Here's another one with some friends of Ms. SMT. We're a little blurry, but it more of the full shot.
Such a good weekend. *le sigh*

I'm a Drifter

Are you ready? Game on, as of tomorrow.

I'm in a better place, but I'm overcome with doubt. We bypassed this the first time around b/c we didn't think it was going to work. Now, here we are. I know our reasons, I trust our reasons (and judgment), and I just keep trying to remind myself that what we're doing is right. It's just that every once in awhile, the doubt creeps in. The fear follows closely. The anger hovers, looming.

I feel like it was good to have these three weeks of quiet, even if my body was still getting hormones. TH, the RE, and I all think my insides might need some rest.

Really, I just don't want to cry anymore. I don't want to be sad. The only way to make that go away is through TRYING.

Cue the Whitesnake.

Back to regularly scheduled programming

I was super nervous to email the RE, but I'm really glad I bit the bullet and did it. (As someone who works in a clinic, I love emailing patients rather than having to call them. It's so much easier!)

I realized yesterday that I wanted to stop my bcp a few days earlier and hopefully avoid a scheduling nightmare with the IUI this month. There's been some work drama lately for a variety of reasons, some of which are stemming from a medical excuse I had for my last call week. It's tough to work with patients when you don't know your own schedule, especially in an on-call situation, and our office frequently covers each other. Because of everything being up in the air and being determined only a few days in advance, I have been a little stressed about the timing of this next IUI (and December's, if we need it, could possibly conflict with finals...no good).

So, last night was my last bcp! Woot!!!! I start the Clomid on Wednesday. I'm getting more nervous about just doing Clomid cycles and not feeling like we have a great chance with it, but at least we are doing something other than taking bcp (UGH!), waiting, or flying solo. I also keep trying to remember that we are keeping our out-of-pocket costs down, which helps in the long run.

Let's get this show on the road!

What I Love About Sundays

Technical difficulties! NOT.

Once upon a time, I used to love a post on a message board I frequent called "What's Great About Today?" And lately, I've been seeing all these fun regular, series-type posts on some of my favorite blogs. Thus, I decided it was time for me to come up with my own.

Sunday has turned into major homework day. Thankfully, That Stupid Class won't be giving any more Stupid Homework that takes 24 solid hours to finish (no joke). I still want to use Sundays for homework days, and I have to get back to writing my Angel Mail letters with more regularity, so why not add a nice recap post about what's great from the previous week? Let's face it: some weeks suck. If I can go in with a happy little reminder of the goodness, it can't hurt, right? So, here we go. Our inaugural What I Love About Sundays post.

1. Our Halloween costume was freaking awesome. When I finally get off this bus, I promise I will do a post of our cuteness.

2. NYC cabs. Boston cabbies are azzhats who won't stop for anything, even when they are EMPTY. Last night made me love my city even more.

3. Bethie. I had a fantastic weekend in Boston, and for a few short days, infertility wasn't at the top of my brain's page.

4. The Turkey Song. TH has a song in Romanian that he sings to turkeys with red beards. I don't know why, but that song makes me SMILE. Big.

5. Our red kitchen cabinets. I'm having one hell of a time finding something to use for curtains in the kitchen, but I'll be damned if I get annoyed at the problems in color choice created by our red cabinets. Those bitches rock.


What's yours?