Tag Archives: I love him despite his family
In-Laws vs Outlaws
Road Beaker. Like a Road Soda. Only. Not.
This last month has been a bit of a whirlwind. And right in the middle of it, just like the Big One that hit Oz, I had to spend time with my MIL. I think we have agreed to just quietly dislike each other and talk about that fact behind each others back.
Whatever.
The day after they left, I actually found myself humming for the first time in … years? Probably since before the first miscarriage. Was it the fact that I finally got some sleep? Or that the Wellbutrin has kicked in? Or was it simply the fact that we had survived another yearly FOX news filled visit from the in-laws.
It was a lot like that first day after your period. The cramps are gone, the bleeding has subsided and you no longer feel like randomly murdering strangers for simply being cheerful.
Filed under Holy Matrimony Batman!, Issues. We All Have Issues.
Bloody Christmas Sweaters
Hey Dummy!
I just don’t get people who don’t take care of themselves. I don’t mean those of us who need to eat less, or exercise more, or perhaps cut back on the yummy cocktails. I’m talking about people who are just plain self destructive. I think we were all a little self destructive when we are teens. We pushed limits and explore our surroundings and revel in the feeling of being indestructible. Most people grow out of that in their 20′s. A few not till their 30′s. And then there are a few people, like my MIL, age 68, who are still pretty sure they are indestructible.
My brain knows its a disease, but my heart hurts to watch her destroy herself.
Filed under Issues. We All Have Issues.
Warp Speed
I'm Given Her All I've Got Captain!
The Big Fucking Negative was connected to the trip to Disney which wasn’t even unpacked when we left for Portland which has yet to be unpacked so I can once again pack my bags to head to BlogHer. And my in-laws arrive tomorrow for their yearly visit. They are sort of like a touring production of The Honeymooners. Except, with less love and affection.
Even though I gave them the dates I would be gone months ago, they still booked their trip right over my trip. How lucky could a girl be?! And I know you may be thinking to yourself, “Wow. I guess they really didn’t want to see her.” And to that I reply…
HOW LUCKY COULD A GIRL GET!?
They have invited me to cook them dinner before I leave. I’m thinking of cooking up my famous pasta with arsenic sauce.
So, who’s going to BlogHer? If you see me dozing in the corner – can you wake me? And when I look at you with my crazy confused eyes, just say “San Diego. You are in San Diego.”
Filed under Issues. We All Have Issues.
Not the Rollercoaster I Wished For
Not the Rollercoaster I Wished For
I can’t believe today is two weeks since I came home from the hospital after the miscarriage. While the inlaws where here, it was hard to think about anything except surviving the 9 day onslaught of terror and bickering. The first two days they where gone we were quietly euphoric. But this morning I woke up totally depressed. Again.
Today was the day I needed to go drop my request of with the clinic and the ER to transfer my records to my OB for our appointment on Friday. Not that any of it will answer any questions, but, you never know.
I thought I would feel good about moving forward, but instead it was just crushing to re-live it all through filling out the forms.
Also, last night right before I went to bed I recieved another email from the woman I befriended at the clinic who is pregnant with twins. She gave her condolences and really wrote such a sweet letter, but it was another reminder, because she is only 5 days behind me.
Filed under Issues. We All Have Issues., Trying To Breed
Oh, The Humiliation
Female Supremacy
In my line of work, I deal with requests for humiliation all the time. Erotic, verbal, physical, or psychological, such as racial, religious and occasionally financial. But even the most hard core submissive has limits – as well as hot buttons. Before we play, these are discussed at length. After 15 years, I know what questions to ask when people say they are into humiliation. Do they want to be talked down to because they don’t deserve to be in the presence of such a beautiful women as myself ;-}~ . Or yelled at for an imagined faux pas. Maybe they need to hear me laugh at their small penis, or their desire to lick the bottom of my shoes.
And who am I as I enact this humiliation? Am I their boss who has found porn on their company computer or panties in their desk drawer. Or a female supremacist with a new, untrained slave? Their mother? Their wife? Their high school sweetheart? Teacher? Nun?
Filed under Issues. We All Have Issues., The Spanking Factory
If the inlaws don’t kill me, my big mouth will.
My Big Mouth
Today was actually ok. They fought. We rolled our eyes. DaddyO and I snuck off for a little mommy and daddy time. NookieNookie! And basically, we started to get downright giddy about the fact that the visit is Almost Over. They even left and went back to their hotel early!
We may indeed survive yet another visit from Them.
I put Monkey to bed, sit down to work on my blog (cause, I may stick around and if I am, I need to pretty the joint up) and Boom. What lands in my inbox? An email from a women I used to talk to at the clinic. She is answering my email from May, telling me congrats for my positive beta, and that she’s been tired because she’s now pregnant with twins.
Uhg.
I am very happy for her, but it’s one more person I have to pull on my big girl pants for, try not to cry, and talk to about the miscarriage.
Filed under Issues. We All Have Issues., Trying To Breed
Taking the “recreation” out of recreational drugs…
IVF drugs. Not the fun kind.
This time it’s serious.
I came home from the dentist office (really? you go to the dentist?) today to find three big boxes on my front porch. Three. Knowing that today was the day that I had expected my IVF meds to arrive I knew there would be one box. But for a brief second, I thought it was going to take me THREE boxes of drugs to get pregnant.
Thankfully two of the boxes where from BigBird and contained some of the wedding stuff and yet another nasty note. I guess she didn’t get the msg that no, really, I would just wait until she died and pick it up from her estate.
But back to the matter at hand. Or as this picture illustrates, at foot, the giant box of drugs (just one box thank you very much!) that it’s going to take me to get pregnant. Very different then the drugs it took me to get pregnant when I was 15. And from the look of them. Not nearly as much fun.
Filed under Trying To Breed
Post Wedding Blues?
special for the creature-in-law
Wow. So I kept hearing about them, but didn’t think I would be affected. But perhaps I had the whole thing wrong. You see, I though the post wedding blues were when the bride came home all married and returned to real life and no longer was the center of attention and no longer in the midst of spending more money on a party then they would ever spend in their lives and well… would get sorta depressed.
Yeah, I don’t have that.
Instead, I have 72 stitches in my mouth making it nearly impossible for me to talk. No heavy lifting and any exorcise makes my mouth throb. My house is a pile of half unpacked boxes and suitcases and my clients, for both businesses are calling and emailing because I’m late getting back on schedule. And I think my dog is threatening to move out if I don’t promise some more interesting walks to the park soon.
I would LOVE to get back to my pre-wedding life.
Filed under Holy Matrimony Batman!
Back. Sorta.
Wacky Wedding Wrap-up
The wedding was amazing. So many of our friends flew across the country to join us for a long weekend, we all stayed on the beach, spent two days at Disney and basically spent some great time bonding. Of course, the husbands, father’s current wife had too much to drink and went nutso at about midnight, kicking us all out, even though we had the space all night. No one wanted to deal with her, so we all left and went back to beach.
We spent the rest of the night drinking expensive champagne out of plastic cups, dipping our toes in the ocean and talking about how crazy she is. Damn Crazy. As in cornering our friends and telling them what “thorns in her side” we are. At our own wedding! Truly crazy. I could go on and on about the crazy, there is a full blog of crazy that I could fill, but I really don’t want to relive it. Again. Lets just say that she is old, in bad health and I will not feel sorry when she dies. And THAT makes me feel bad about myself, but you can only take so much.
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