Meltdowns, Yard Sales and Why the Universe won’t let me have a baby, Oh My!

Friday night we again headed over to Lyz’s house, this time to put together the huge carport size canopy so that we could store things under it in case it rained. Hysterical. I haven’t laughed that hard in a very very long time. Someone had thrown away the directions…always fun šŸ™‚

Once we got it up we went to dinner with Lyz, Chris and Avery, and Lyz’s mom Joni (who we sometimes call J-Mo, short for Joni-Mom) and her new boyfriend Dennis.

Headed home for an early bed time, we had to get up at 4am so being in bed at 10:30pm was actually really late. Jenn and I watched Top Chef to unwind then tried to fall asleep. I was almost there when Elissa texted to tell us they had just gotten to Dover, traffic was horrible. I laid back down after sending her my goodnights and started to think. Thinking is never a good thing with me. I started thinking about Blue…and how different this week would have been if my belly was big…and I let myself get in too deep. I proceeded to let myself go into full meltdown mode. It took Jenn quite awhile to get me calm. I guess that meltdown had been building up for awhile. Jenn fell asleep around 3 and the last time I looked at the clock it said 3:45. Wow, 15 minutes of sleep. Why do I choose the worst times to have meltdowns?

The garage sale was a BLAST!!!! We opened the garage doors at 6am to start setting up in the driveway and within 2 minutes we had our first customer. We hadn’t even start pulling the stuff out yet! By 8am (the offical start time) the sale was hopping!!! I sold all of my Sizzix scrapbooking supplies to one woman for a steal. I cried. I actually went into the house and cried. I don’t regret it in the least, but I was mourning the fact that I haven’t scrapbooked since we lost Blue. I need to get Heidi back, and I think watching that Sizzix walk away made me realize how much of Heidi I have lost.

Jenn manned the grill (we sold hot dogs, soft pretzels and sodas) and Lyz manned the cash box. It was really hot so I wandered around rearranging tables, and would head inside to check on Avery here and there to get cool in the air conditioning. I don’t regulate my body heat very well, I don’t sweat, so I drank pleanty of water and wiped myself down with a cool wet towel occasionally.

At 10:30 the skies opened and it began pouring. I actually think we sold more once the rain started falling because there were still a billion shoppers, and we were the only ones in the neighborhood with all of our tables covered! Chris was even escorting people from their cars to the the carport and garage with an umbrella!

All told we made $410.00, not bad for a ton of junk, and a bit of hard work! Jenn and Lyz are going to do the sale again next Saturday because there is a ton of stuff leftover, and if it hadn’t started down pouring, I think we would have sold a lot more!

After we shut down we all went inside and while 98% of me mostly believes that what the 2% of me thinks is wrong, I still do. I made Avery cry, by complete accident and when it was my turn to hug her I began crying too. I made a 2.5 year old cry, no wonder the universe won’t let me have a baby, I’d make a horrible mother. Yes, I know that isn’t totally true, but it is how I feel. I feel horrible.

You know what else makes me feel bad? Me, the chick who has a camera constantly strapped to her neck, only took one picture all day, silly Heidi.

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Yard Sales: Another Thing That I Thought Would Be Easy…

Seriously? Yard sales are hard work. There are now 12 tables of crap loaded in my friend Lyz’s garage. When we started organizing stuff we thought “This won’t take long”. We were soooo very wrong. There are also countless numbers of boxes to set on the edges of the driveway with signs “Everything in this box $.25” etc. Two boxes of shoes that need to be matched up and laid on a blanket at the edge of the driveway. Tons of furniture to line the edges with, and all those tables need to be organized into the driveway to.

Only one problem. They are now calling for thunderstorms tomorrow. Grrrr. Lots of thunderstorms. I took off this weekend to do this yard sale. I should learn that if I take a weekend off the weather where ever I may plan to be will be crappy.

Hours and hours were spent planning this yard sale. Much shopping at Costco and the yummy pretzel place was done so that we can also sell food at the yard sale. If it rains tomorrow I will be the one in the front yard throwing a major hissy fit and yelling at the clouds.

But you know what is fun?? Lots of other people brought their junk over so that we could sell it for them. I love looking at other peoples junk. Lyz and I were bartering junk last night. I’ll trade you one SpongBob fishtank, a box of stamps and a fake kate spade purse for that loverly bookshelf.

Jenn is convinced that we will leave the yard sale tomorrow with a small lemon shaped candle holder that I pulled out of a box with a $.5 sticker on it squealing “Awwwww how sweet”. Yes, it’s cute. But just to spite her I’m leaving it there.

All testing is back.

And I am normal. And relieved. So it all boils down to a string of bad luck. Which stinks really bad, but at least it means we can move forward with hope. (My favorite movie quote is “hope guides me. It is what gets me through the day, but especially through the night)

I also got my medicine changed, but I’m still not sure I’m comfortable with it. Jenn and I are going to have a long talk this evening and see if we think I should just wean myself again and deal with the headaches, or if we should try it and hope it is all okay.

So, all in all I’m in a pretty good place today. I should get my period in the next week and a half and move on to trying again šŸ™‚

Already Failing :)

So it is now NCLM (see the little button over there on the right) and I’m already failing.

I have been working my way through the list of over 200 blogs, laughing, crying, really realizing how not alone I am. And commenting my little heart out. I was originally worried that my comments would all start to sound the same after awhile, but really everyone is so different, that the comments can’t be similar!

But where I am failing…was I supposed to make sure I pointed out that I was there because of NCLM?? Oh well. Maybe next week šŸ™‚

I love my job….I love my job….I love my job….

I keep saying this over and over in my head. I have to keep reminding myself this weekend that I really do love my job. And honestly, I really do. People who are taking a trip, are a trip. But it always astounds me to how silly people can be. I have often asked my dear boss if there is a sign out front “We Love Crazy People” Cause we get those. I had a man come in and ask me to call AAA for him because he ran out of gas. Sure! After I am done calling them he explains that he is driving from New Jersey to New York on 2.5 gallons of fuel each time AAA stops to give him gas. Seriously?

Can I give you some hints for your next trip on how to not tick off your friendly hotel front desk clerk?

  • Do not book yourself a four day vacation, with four children under the age of 5 and have no idea what there is to do in the area. Yes, part of FHFDC’s job is telling you great things to do, but when FHFDC lists off the 40 most popular ones and you still aren’t happy, grrr.
  • When you call to ask for directions and FHFDC gives them to you, don’t argue. FHFDC lives there, FHFDC knows where you are going. If FHFDC tells you DO NOT EXIT, don’t decide you know better than FHFDC so you exit, and then promptly get lost. All FHFDC is going to do is redirect you and laugh at you after FHFDC hangs up the phone.
  • If you decide to bring your own pillows, do not use white pillowcases. If you do, and then call FHFDC to tell her you left your pillows behind, FHFDC is not going to know which one of the 7 million pillows with white pillowcases in the pile are yours.
  • If it is a holiday weekend, and you decide to be spontaneous and take a trip, do not get mad at FHFDC when she tells you that the hotel is sold out. It is Memorial Day weekend. No, gas prices didn’t scare people away.
  • In addition to the previous point, when FHFDC says I’m sorry, we are sold out, don’t ask the following:
    • Do you have any suites available? No, we are sold out.
    • What about any rooms with two double beds? No, we are sold out.
    • Any rooms with one king size bed? No, we are sold out.
    • Do you have any family suites? No, we are sold out.
    • we are sold out.
  • Also, before you ask FHFDC why is it so busy, please go look in a mirror and ask the person you see there. Why are you coming??
  • When it is a holiday weekend and FHFDC says we require a two night minimum stay, the conversation should end. The following are not going to get you just one night.
    • But, I only want one night.
    • Can I say I am going to stay two nights and just check out a night early?
    • I only need one night.
  • When you ask what time check in is, and FHFDC tells you that you can check-in anytime after 3pm, please don’t panic if you won’t be here until 4pm. It is okay, because check in is ANYTIME after 3pm. “FHFDC, what if I won’t get there until 3:01pm?? Won’t you cancel my room?” Is 3:01pm after 3:00pm??? Yes, therefore FHFDC isn’t going to cancel your room.
  • When you ask FHFDC how close the hotel is to a certain amusement park and she answers “Right Next Door” she means it. She does not mean across the street, or down the road, or even 10 miles away. FHFDC will continue to laugh at you in her head while she explains that it is literally right next door and will take you less than two minutes to WALK to their entrance.
  • FHFDC is also willing to bet that most hotels don’t dabble in false advertising on their websites. Please don’t call FHFDC and say you have A question, but really mean you are going to read FHFDC the entire website word for word verifying everything on it. Yes, the hotel does have both an indoor and and outdoor pool.

That is our lesson for the day. Now, if you do decide to do all this, know that there is a FHFDC on the other side of the phone laughing their buns off at you. FHFDC may also make funny comments about you in your reservation. When you check in, whichever one of the FHFDC who checks you in will read these comments and smile extra big, because you are a moron, and that makes our day šŸ™‚

Eureka!

So last night it hits me….maybe there isn’t anything wrong with me. Maybe, there is something wrong with good ole Mr. 3086??? (yes, I may be grasping at straws here to find something wrong, anything wrong that could possibly be fixed.)

So Jenn and I poured over donor profiles. We found Mr. Perfect. A+ like Jenn (which is really our one and only requirement, tall, not too skinny, RED curly hair (now tell me that wouldn’t make an adorable baby…and my hair has lots of red in it, two reds can’t make a wrong!!) He is in school to be a vet (something Jenn loves) and when asked his favorite childhood memory–Meeting Dan Marino–a sports fan! That ought to somewhat combat my horrible doplicness.

But…I forgot to click one button when I did the search. He is CMV Positive…I am CMV negative. Sigh. So much for Mr. Perfect. (And seriously, I am being punished for not having slept around in my youth, there is something so very wrong about that.)

We have found a replacement for Mr. Perfect, he may not have cute curly red hair, but he’s got swimmers and that is really all we need right?

Jenn called the Fertility Center this morning, just to verify that me being CMV negative means that so does our swimmer man. Yes, they would reallly realllllly recommend it. Then Jenn asked Michelle her real true opinion on what is going on. Michelle is very happy that nothing is wrong with me, while yes it make it really sucky that there is nothing to blame, it means that nothing is wrong with me. The likelihood of these two other tests coming back bad is less than 2%. She is very VERY happy that we have decided to change donors. Which to me is a good sign.

I now have a dr’s appointment at the family practice (Stabler is of course out of town when I really need her) because the medicine that I have been taking for my migraines is a D class drug. Um, hello??? People who are trying to get and stay pregnant should not be taking D class drugs. Grrr. So we go in Wednesday morning to see what they can switch me to. I tried to ween myself off of it last week, and that didn’t go over too well. So I admit defeat and will go to the doctor. I went into Rodney’s office, batted my eyes….what day/time and in York or Lancaster was his response. He’s the bestest I’m telling you, the absolute bestest. No wait, Jenn is.