Decode the baby term

E last night:
It's white cwoud bwoccwy!

Not a Pretty Picture aka How I Got My Ass Moving

Tragically, the miracle swim suit did not make me look like the model. It didn't even make me look good. Why is it that when other people gain 10 pounds, I think they still look pretty good, yet when I gain 10 lbs (ok 12), I feel I look gross? I think part of it is my new (and older) body shape, and part is that my gut absorbs quite a lot of the fat. Sigh.

So seeing photos of myself in said suit finally prompted a move to start running again. I found the free C25K app in my app store and started today. it seems totally doable, and I will keep you updated. It was awesome in that just when I thought I couldn't run anymore, it would let you walk. Here's to better health! Anyone want to do it with me and keep updating?

Swimsuits - The Evil

I've been happy with myself in a swimsuit possibly one phase in my life. I am most definitely not in that phase now. Nor do I think I ever will be again. There are jiggly bits that just won't stay where they ought anymore.

Last year, Jen found a suit I loved online at Anthropologie. Oh how I crave the things in that store. But being Anthropologie, it was super expensive. I found one like it again there, but again, would have paid nearly $200 with shipping for the durn thing.

THEN, then I found it on my beloved Amazon for $25 less and with no shipping! Plus I had points to spend from their credit card! WOOT! I am ready for our beach outing next week.

Here it is. I think it's adorable. And for those of you trying to find this brand, it's called "Seafolly." This one is a "boyleg maillot." Do some searching around. You'll find better prices! I will update when I try it on. If it makes me look like this model, it's worth any price.

Blog Problems

Little housekeeping note that I've been having trouble accessing many of my favorite blogs lately. I don't know if it's me or you, but just know that I'm trying to get on there to comment!

Remembering

Happy birthday to Jen's Luke. We love you too baby. Wish I could have met you.

The Bare Truth on Future Pregnancy

If you remember, I hashed out my thoughts (which Hub shares) on us having no more children. And each and every thing I said still rings true. But do you know what the heaviest truth is?

Right now I am blissfully happy with E. I try to stay aware and helpful for those who do not have my happiness, but I am effing terrified of the what ifs. Rightly or wrongly, I feel like we cheated the system. I feel triumphant and victorious. I still have loads of fears for E as he grows, but they aren't as irrationally strong as the ones surrounding pregnancy and infancy. And you know what? I almost feel blissfully naive again. Or at least I can pretend I am. And I am not in the least prepared to give that up.

1000 Posts Old

Um, so I made it to 1000 posts and didn't even commemorate it. This is the 1000th. I had intended to write something all inspirational and junk about having that many posts, but yeah right. We all know how my brain works (or doesn't.)

I've been posting in this blog for four and a half years. I relied heavily on blogs and message boards early on in our TTC journey, but I resisted starting one of my own thinking it would look pretty silly if I went and got pregnant shortly after starting. Ah but I am a sweet, naive thing. So I started blogging in the midst of all the crap and met many helpful, wonderful human beings along the way. I still love writing. I just don't get to do it as much as I once did. I blame my ridiculous level of fatigue. Yes it's much better than it ever was, but I still feel like I am way too tired for my age. Or maybe I AM just getting old?  

So for this, post 1002, how about I introduce you to the very first time I wrote an entry for Fertility Challenged in Florida.

Dear Reader

Another beautiful weekend over and work week begun. I like my job, but there simply aren't enough days off in the year to complete all my projects or enjoy my family enough. Don't you all agree? (Well maybe not some of you lucky Europeans with you great holiday time. Or hello Canada with your year of maternity leave!)

Dear Metformin

You and I didn't get off to the greatest of starts. I was afraid of our relationship, and that fear was validated after your first rejection of my food choices. It was quite a few months of trial, error and adjustment until we worked things out.
Now I can only thank you for the fact that I now have my beautiful child, my blood lipids are no longer in the scary range, and I have normal cycles for the first time ever! They are less painful, more predictable and TWENTY-EIGHT DAYS LONG! It's no longer an oddity. I just had my third 28 day cycle in a row for the first time ever!
So... Thanks... A lot.
Barb