When the going gets tough....drink tequlia

It has been one terrible week. I am the HR Director at my job and it is my responsibility to deal with all the "people crap." Typically, I get just cry baby stuff. However, this week, I am forced to deal with layoffs, reductions, and terminations. I can not stand to do that sort of thing. In the back of my mind, I always just want to go and hug these people and apologize profusely. I know it's really not my fault, but I am the messenger. 2 down 8 to go. Wonderful.

In addition, my daughter Alexis started running 103 fever. Just a quick back story on her, in December she was diagnosed with double pneumonia and RSV. She was put in the Pediatric ICU for 7 days. Poor baby. So when she started running this fever, I kind of freaked out. I brought her to the doctor and they told me she had pneumonia AGAIN!!!! I can't believe it! So to top it all off, I had to deal with a very grumpy husband for having to take off from work to stay with her. I mean what did he expect me to do? Fire employees over the phone? On second thought, that doesn't seem like a bad idea. I wonder if we could fire over text messaging.

Updates on Life

So I finally started my period on January 16th, the day before my husband's birthday (sorry honey). You know your a infertile beach when you get excited to see that cycle which means you can start trying again. I say trying, but I've decided just to wing it. I will not go back to the doctor as my husband suggested. I will not ask to be put on clomid. I plan to just track my days with my hand-dandy ovecue monitor and wait. I also plan not to stress over it and just try to let nature take it's course (says the infertile). This translates to I will probably not have a cycle for oh six months and I will spend a small fortune just on pregnancy tests. Hopefully, the Walgreens guy won't think I have a thing for him.



In other news, we had our first trip to the ER in 2010. Josh had a tumble down the stairs and I had to rush him to the ER. Turns out the poor guy got a couple of brusied ribs. At the time of the fall, Josh had SJ in his arms. Little SJ sat very still by his dad and asked quietly, "are you ok daddy?" AWWWW, how sweet. Poor little guy was worried about his daddy all day. This past weekend was the first time Josh felt well enough to climb the stairs to get SJ from his room. Upon their decent, SJ looked up at his dad and said BE CAREFUL!!!!

Oh how I love being a mommy.

To my first unborn

You would have been born today my little one. So close to New Year's, there would have been bets all around guessing your birth. I miss you so much and wish everyday you were with me. Your daddy and I talk all the time about how our lives would have changed had you been here. Your brother and sister would have loved you so much!

I know you are happy where you are. I promise I will be with you when my time is done.

Love Always,
Mommy