Baby? Baby? Babybabybabybaby?
The baby question. It has not gone away. IH is still an only child. He may always be, and I really think we will be okay with that….but still my body is saying babybabybabybabybaby! Baby! Tick tock! KH wants one more so……I guess we are trying. Ssshh. Don’t tell my mom or MiL. But remember that whole went crazy thing? Half way caused by hormones remember. Those same hormones mean my little eggies are staying nice and comfy in their ovaries and don’t seem to be budging.
I take pills for that. A lot of pills. I am trying to balance out Crazy Clomid Sarah with Happy Go Lucky Lexapro Sarah. I dropped the 20mg of Lexapro down to 10mg so any potential baby is being exposed only half as much to this class C drug. That means I have SOME anxiety, SOME obsessing, but not as much as I would be with nothing. Clomid starts at 50mg, you take it for five days and then hopefully you spit out some nice juicy eggs in the middle of the month. Only on 50mg I only had some lame little late eggs. That means this month I got to take DOUBLE that, 100mg. Those five days you are on taking Clomid? Cuh-RAZY lady. Hot flashes, no patience, anger at the smallest thing. Perfect for a preschool teacher, right? The middle of the month when you are hopefully ovulating? A jittery, blurry eyed, dizzy mess. Sexy, yes?
I seem to be walking the fine line between nutso and normal pretty well, just a few slip ups here and there. I gotta be honest, I hope that I do not have to take the Clomid much longer, well actually I can’t take it for very long, something about my liver being important.
If I do get pregnant, I am going to stay on 10mg of Lexapro, I know. I know. Less than ideal, but a useless or worse mother is not going to do any kids any good, so I am willing to take that risk. No one forward me any articles about it okay? After that maybe baby I am going to go back to 20mg of Lexapro faster than they can say “It’s a Boy!” (I have no delusions of a daughter.) Hopefully it will keep PPD at bay, even though I will have a hormone crash the size of the Hindenburg.
Do you have any advice? Have you been through anything similar? Does your body still say babybabybabybaby?
Filed under Dr. Google, NaBloPoMo, Parenting for Dummies, lexapro lexplains it | Comment (1)The Owls
Among the black yews, their shelter,
the owls are ranged in a row,
like alien deities, the glow,
of their red eyes pierces. They ponder.
They perch there without moving,
till that melancholy moment
when quenching the falling sun,
the shadows are growing.
Their stance teaches the wise
to fear, in this world of ours,
all tumult, and all movement:
Mankind drunk on brief shadows
always incurs a punishment
for his longing to stir, and go.
Charles Baudelaire
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Here is hoping for a day like this soon. I am trying really hard to do NaBloPoMo, but have been pretty darn busy, so here is hoping for real post tomorrow.
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There has been a lot of zombie talk around here lately.
Against my better judgment, I took IH to the local zombie walk the Saturday before Halloween. We went with my brother, and a couple of friends – remember Baby A? Not so much a baby anymore!
Anyway, I was a farmer who got kicked in the head by a horse, IH was a farmer who got ran over by a lawnmower. It was pretty awesome actually. Disorganized, but what do you expect from zombies?
The real zombie issue is Plants versus Zombies on our iPhones. We are all three totally addicted. KH and I have both beat the basic level, and now are working our way through the achievements. IH, mostly just loves the zombie bowling and Whack a Zombie. You know, good clean family fun. Right?
So, that is what I did tonight instead of writing a heartwarming and thought provoking post. Fighting Zombies!
I hope the trees stay rerangellow a little longer.
It is raining. The Halloween decorations are all packed away, and my few thanksgiving things are now up. I am about to toss out all the leftover candy.
It is that time of year. I hate November. I am okay with the day of Thanksgiving, but wish we could skip the rest of the month.
Is it just me? Maybe it is because I love October so much. Maybe it is because I stay so busy in December. But November. Blah.
I hate wearing winter clothes and burning up. I despise wearing clothes I wore all summer and freezing.
I can only think of bad things which were major life events that happened in November. (Your birthdays do not count, sorry friends.)
It is okay to feel melancholy sometimes. The good news is I am pretty sure the sun is going to come out tomorrow, and my mood will turn around too.
Lordy, I hope this was not the first post you ever read on the Huckablog. It was a little depressing. Someone tell me your favorite thing about November?
Filed under NaBloPoMo, lexapro lexplains it | Comments (3)Orange Belt, tiger patch.
IH has been taking Taekwondo since June. And you know what!? He is not terrible! I may sound incredulous, but he does not exactly come from super athletic genes. At this age, to keep them from advancing too quickly, they get patches at every other belt testing instead of going straight to the next color. These photos are from his orange patch test. He will test for his yellow belt at the end of the month.
Sing Along Sunday, Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing
If you are ever playing Sarah Trivia and the question is “What is Sarah’s Favorite hymn?” Here is your answer.
Come, thou Fount of every blessing,
tune my heart to sing thy grace;
streams of mercy, never ceasing,
call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
mount of thy redeeming love.
Here I raise mine Ebenezer;
hither by thy help I’m come;
and I hope, by thy good pleasure,
safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
wandering from the fold of God;
he, to rescue me from danger,
interposed his precious blood.
O to grace how great a debtor
daily I’m constrained to be!
Let thy goodness, like a fetter,
bind my wandering heart to thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
prone to leave the God I love;
here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
seal it for thy courts above.