Monday, September 29, 2014

#MicroblogMondays 5

I normally don't hate Mondays.  I actually kinda like getting back into the routine of the week, and when I don't hate my job, I look forward, on some level, to getting back to work.

Today is an exception.  I was awake in the middle of the night with gastrointestinal distress and woke up with a headache.  Which meant I had to take medication and go back to sleep after MM and the boys left.  Which meant that I got a later start to my day than usual.  Which means that I am starting the day behind.

I hate that.

Happy Monday!  ;-)

Monday, September 22, 2014

#MicroblogMondays 4

I've been thinking lately that it would be great if I could clone myself.  It seems that there simply aren't enough hours in each week for me to do all the things I need to do at work and at home and still spend the time I'd like to spend with my sons and my husband--not to mention my friends--and have sufficient hours left in the day for things like eating, hygiene, sleep, etc.

However, each time I think having a clone would be a good idea, I am reminded of the movie Multiplicity from the 1990s, where Michael Keaton's character had the same notion, and the plan didn't work out very well for him.

So rather than cloning myself, I guess I'll have to go back to letting certain things slide, being more disciplined overall, outsourcing what I can, and practicing triage.

Friday, September 19, 2014

I saw my donor today

Although our donor is technically "anonymous," I know a lot about her.  Not only do I have her profile with photos and a lot of personal information, you may recall that I also found a personal website about a year ago that revealed a lot of information about her (I posted about that here).  

So when I sat down at my gate at the San Diego airport this morning and she was there, I recognized her immediately.  I could hardly believe my eyes at first--thought my mind was playing tricks on me--but I didn't doubt for a moment that it was she.

It seems like such a huge coincidence that we were on the same flight.  There are eleven daily flights from San Diego to my city on that airline alone, not to mention others, and it appeared that she was just catching a connection in Phoenix.  Also, this trip was just a quick, overnight visit for business for me, and the first time I'd been to San Diego since our embryo transfer over three years ago.

What are the odds that she and I would be on the same flight?

It was really interesting for me to be able to see her "in the flesh," and although I was very tempted to talk to her, I resisted that temptation because I didn't want to seem like a creepy stalker.

Life is very strange sometimes.

Monday, September 15, 2014



Our sons are so busy and fun these days.  I feel like especially since they started day care they are growing up so fast.

AJ is almost fully potty trained.  He rarely has accidents with #1 (only one in the past two weeks, and it was really more our fault than his), and he actually went #2 in the potty yesterday, after struggling with that for the past couple of weeks.  He is using more and more full sentences ("I need help," "I like muffins," "That's letter A") and adding new words to his vocabulary.

He still has his shy moments but overall he seems more confident and outgoing than he was before.  He continues to love playing with shape sorters and puzzles, cars, trains and fire trucks.

MJ is a dynamo.  He is obsessed with riding tricycles ("bikes," as he calls them), at home, at the day care and at the children's museum.  He also loves cars, trains and fire trucks and loves to run around and jump.  He talks non-stop and enjoys screaming, just for fun.  He tries to sing along with the songs he knows from his favorite shows, which is terribly cute.  He is very attached to Mama: he wants me to do EVERYTHING for him when I am home, refusing to allow Daddy to do anything, and he holds my hand when he is falling asleep.  He has flatly refused to potty train, though he can tell you exactly what is expected and will clap and cheer for AJ when he goes to the potty.

I am often exhausted and frustrated by them, but they really are wonderful and special little men.

Monday, September 8, 2014

Micro-Blog Monday: Is a good mother born or made?

This question is one that has been on my mind.  Discuss in comments.

(I have purposely left the term "good mother" undefined.)