Farts and Money and Writing, Oh My!

- I have added some fiber to my diet lately which has helped to keep me regular however I have become noticeably more gassy and farty as of late. I keep doing the one cheek sneak whenever I’m in the car and I will run to the ladies room to relieve myself … of air. I am officially adopting the new name Farty McFartpants until this works itself out. (I tried to convince myself that gas was a pregnancy symptom but at 2 weeks it seems a bit early, don’t you think? I mean, I haven’t even ovulated yet. I’m not counting my eggs before they hatch (HA!))

- I think I figured out the sure-fire way to conceive this cycle. My best friend called and announced they have set a wedding date at the beginning of August…in Seattle. That would mean flying to the far edge of the continent (world), getting a dress fitted and doing all the crazy running around wedding stuff LONG DISTANCE while making the transition from 1st to 2nd trimester. Sounds like the perfect set up to me. Yeah, this will work. I knew I could count on her, she has been so supportive of my attempts to have a baby and now she’s actually helping! So cool. Love You S!

- My dog is taking anti-anxiety drugs to help her calm down and eat. She is skipping meals or requiring MUCH coaxing to get her to eat. Poor girl. I don’t know what else to do for her. The good news is, she has not thrown up, which was our goal so maybe it is working. I don’t know. She still begs for our food, especially lettuce, apples and grapes. Crazy dog.

- We had a guy out last night to give us an estimate on new siding for our small house and garage. We were thinking $4000 and lower we do it, pay 12-months-same-as-cash and be done with it. We get the house refinanced so that we can afford to start ART in the fall. Sounds like a good plan right? Well, the man wanted a bit more than we expected. Like $10,000 MORE than what we expected. I’ll wait while you choke, I know I did when I heard it. You Ok? Good. Now we need to find someone else whom we would not trust as much to do this for cheaper so that we can continue as planned and hopefully be able to afford ART in the fall. All this while planning a trip to Seattle and buying a dress and paying the summer taxes…I’m screwed. I should become a crackwhore to support my home improvement venture, which will eventually lead to ART so in the end the crackwhore career-change COULD be my way to become a mother.

- I have had trouble coming up with good posts the last few days. I think it is because I am in that really boring waiting-to-ovulate period where things are not quite depressing yet and you’re over the fact that you had a period to begin with and now things are just… normal. I have kept a diary at home since I was in the 4th grade. I have noticed over the years that I don’t write when I am happy. I write when I am upset about something and need an outlet. Happy is more difficult to put down in words.