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The Empty Sac
I’m a start up widow. My husband has been working on starting a company for the past year and about six weeks ago it took off. In that six weeks we have had three big important out of town weddings, a huge family reunion, a trip to Disneyland, Monkey fell and broke his collarbone, the frozen embryos transfer and the Mr has taken two week long work trips to NYC. He was in fact, gone when I did the FET. My mom, who is usually just 45 minutes away has been frantically getting her small urban farm ready so she can leave town for a month. She’s now gone.
I could go into more detail about house remodels and my own work, but I think you get the point. No rest for the wicked and I am obviously VERY wicked.
Filed under Knocked Up
Missing: One Little Lady.
Mmm.... tacos...
Also answers to Pussy Cat, Mrs. Hoohoo, Private Coochi, Vajayjay, Miss Muffy, Honey Pot and occasionally, Pink Taco. Last seen about two weeks ago. Last night I thought I saw her in the mirror, but it turned out to be her evil twin, all crazed, hair growing ever which way, swollen and moody.
Yes. I’m getting that large already.
Filed under Knocked Up
If you can’t blog something nice…
If you can't say something nice
yeah. Um. Let’s see. About 30 minutes after my last post I started contracting and cramping again and had to lay down for another two days.
Got our financing in order only to have the market continue to tank taking our down payment with it.
And the person we are trying to buy the house from decided that he is not willing to negotiate the price because “other houses where selling in the neighborhood last year for more then this.”
Yes. That was last year.
DaddyO is still trying to figure out how to swing it financially and asked if I would consider going back to work in the tech industry. Um. WHO is going to hire someone who is 18 weeks pregnant, has been out of the work force (very hapily I might add) for 7 years and plans on leaving it again in a couple months.
Filed under Issues. We All Have Issues.
I don’t… feel right
I don't feel right.
It started on Saturday. Having lunch, with friends, the only thing on the menu that looks good it the bacon cheese burger.
Bacon.
Burger.
It’s been nearly three months since I’ve been able to stomach the idea of meat. I ate over half of it (and had the WORST. stomach. ache. ever). Then the next day, because we were staying at a hotel, I didn’t get breakfast for TWO HOURS after I woke up.
And I didn’t get sick.
Then? When we got home that night? I took the dog for a walk and I was able to walk up the hill on the way home WITHOUT taking a break to nap on the sidewalk. I even made it up the stairs to the front door with out feeling like my heart was going to pound it’s way out of my chest.
Then?!?
I cleaned out the fridge WHILE cooking dinner. Cooking dinner AND cleaning AT THE SAME TIME.
Filed under Knocked Up
My Uterus; The Mansion
My Uterus; The Mansion
You know what’s worse for a Dominatrix’s reputation then going under for a bone graph, you know, the kind in the front of the mouth, where there should be teeth, thinking she will be back in the dungeon swinging her whip in two days, only to wake up and find out her face is bruised and swollen and she won’t be able to wear her Count Chocula teeth for about three weeks?
Going to see the family for a week and having her pregnancy become very real TO THE OUTSIDE WORLD. It was like I woke up one day and my belly had been installed. And it is A MANSION! No efficiencies or condos for this baby!
22, 15, 10, 3, 2, 1
I Haz Cheeze
The cheese stands alone.
22 follicles matured
15 eggs retrieved
10 eggs fertilized
3 eggs grew
and finally,
1 heartbeat.
There was actually three sacs, but only one had a fetal pole and heartbeat.
After that the conversation as DaddyO heard it went something like…
“Everything looks great! We’ll see you in two weeks for another ultrasound.”
After that the conversation as *I* heard it went something like….
“Everything looks as good as could be expected. Things happen in the 7th and 8th week though. It might not have kidneys or a liver and you could miscarry. Don’t get your hopes up Lady.”
*sigh*
I was completely looking forward to having one less thing to worry about, but apparently, I’m not wired that way. I’m gonna fret no matter what. When did I stop being the fly by the seat of my pants goth/punk chick who graduated college with honors and decided to stick it to the man, travel the world and become a Dominatrix, and become The Fretter?
Filed under Issues. We All Have Issues., Trying To Breed
PickyBritches on Thinking Outside The Box Give AwayWe hide our BDSM lifestyle by doing things like using the miniblind handle as a whipper! You know, they just sort of pop right off the hook, don't make much noise, and sting like a mother fucker! Perfect! :D 
neeroc on Thinking Outside The Box Give AwayV (5) was with me when that IG pic came across my timeline. I told her they were earrings *g* 
QueerieBradshaw on Thinking Outside The Box Give AwayI wanted to post something about anal being outside of the box, but I couldn't come up with something funny enough. My life is thinking outside of the box. Including buying paddles with you at the place we aren't mentioning due to you not wanting to be sued. 
Mona Darling on A Rockin Parenting Fail.I got a new system. I'll post about how he out smarted me on that one soon. :-/