So I seem to have inadvertently started a trend of posting primarily on Mondays and Wednesdays, with Wednesdays being Way Back When-sday editions. This has worked out well because it has allowed me to blog in advance on Sundays without being too overwhelmed by the task. However, this has also provided me with a very convenient excuse to not share anything of real substance.
And while it is nice to keep this surface-level sometimes, I also know that it is not necessarily what this blog of a self-proclaimed over-sharer is known for. So in order to be true to my roots, let's talk about the one thing I can't seem to shut up about: my reproductive system.
Nothing too exciting to report at this point, since today is only day 20 of my cycle. It would be redundant to point out that we are hoping to get pregnant this cycle (oh, you didn't realize we were trying to have a baby? I know, it's probably because I don't mention it very often), but at the very least, Needle Lady and I are hoping for another normal cycle (as in, 32 days or less).
I'd like to think I was on the right track, but when I woke up with a UTI late last week, it kind of threw a wrench in our plans. I don't want to get into the specifics (because I'm pretty sure my dad still at least occasionally reads this), but let's just say that it wasn't ideal timing.
I texted my acupuncturist (have I mentioned she's the best?), and she advised me to go get checked out, get on a prescription, and stay off the herbs until the prescription was done. This sent me into a minor tailspin because I have attributed no small part of my successfully shorter cycles to the herbs.
However, I took this as yet another reminder from God that HE is the one in control. Not me. Not Needle Lady. Not the herbs. If this is the cycle that He intends for us to get pregnant, then He can and will make that happen regardless of what antibiotics I start or herbs I stop.
Thankfully, there have been enough "interruptions" to our attempts to conceive in the past 27 months (tuberculosis scare, anyone?) to where I am not totally shaken up when things go wrong like this. My feathers were a little ruffled while I sat in the "waiting area" at the RediClinic after work on Thursday evening, whining to Brian about how this UTI was ruining our entire lives, but I got over it.
On a side note, I learned that my nurse (also named Amanda) and her husband were also dealing with infertility, so not only did I appreciate her sincere sympathy, but I was thankful to be able to provide her with some encouragement as well.
The "doctor," on the other hand? Didn't handle my situation quite so gracefully. When she came into the exam room (after I had already peed in a cup in the HEB bathroom because the RediClinic doesn't have its own), she said, "Congratulations! You're pregnant!"
Um? I stared at her blankly, thankfully well aware that I could not yet be pregnant, and then realized that she was joking. The nurse and I had literally just stopped talking about my failed attempts at Clomid & Femara (which the doctor didn't know), so I laughed politely, and said, "Funny, because we were actually just talking about my inability to do so!"
She was not even remotely embarrassed, actually- instead she responded with, "Well then maybe I'm speaking a blessing over you and you will be!" Well let's hope that's the case.
So that's the latest. Now let's get onto the real excitement: our new furniture! We bought a new sectional for our living room and it finally arrived yesterday!
Here's a before picture from when we first moved into the house:
The chair and couches were all 3 hand-me-downs from our family, and while we loved and appreciated them, we were ready for something of our own (and something a little less blue). You might recall that we replaced the blue recliner with an oversized chair last Spring (click here for a picture).
So what we did was flip that to the right side of the room and add the sectional to the middle/left side. And here's the end result:
And here's a picture of the sectional by itself:
It definitely feels like the furniture takes up more of the room, but I'm ok with that... besides, bigger = cozier!
Note: that random pillow at the foot of the sectional belongs to the dogs. I know it looks pretty busy next to the rug, but they don't seem to mind :) And in fact, I stopped to take a picture of them (of course, not utilizing their pillow) as well:
Whenever Noah sits/lays down, Buster goes and sits literally on top of him. We think it's sweet... Noah doesn't agree.
Classic Buster, doing tricks for attention & classic Noah, completely disinterested
Have a great week!