Back to My Life

The final book is done, I can resume my normal life. Let's see, an update from last week....

I started out the week with my ever favorite visit to the fertility doctor. This was a follow-up appointment from the one I had the previous Friday. The appointment is the standard procedure, an ultrasound to measure the size of the follicles to induce ovulation. So I figured out the "right" days to minimize the appointments I would need. When I went on Friday, I was shocked to see I would have to come back Monday. When I went in on Monday, I was more shocked to see I would have to go back on Wednesday. Perhaps I need to remind the slow growing follicles that they are costing me $75.00 each time I go in. I certainly did not appreciate 3 visits this time around. So $340.00 later (costs of the shot and follow-up shots added to the ultrasound costs), it seems all is well... however, what wasn't part of the fertility plan was the horrible sore throat feeling that arrived Thursday morning. This feeling was oddly familiar. This could not be. Just because I said I was happy I had strep didn't mean I wanted it AGAIN. By Thursday night I could hardly talk. A trip Friday morning to the doctor, and yes, it was back. So now, $340.00 and a new round of antibiotics later, it seems I will be back to the doctor next month.

I think I have been nervous to have a baby partly due to Owen. He has just started asking me if we can go buy a baby at the store. He said, "I would take care of the baby, I would show the baby the kitchen and stuff like that, I would play with the baby in my room and stuff like that, I would share my lawnmowers and stuff like that". This is definitely reassuring as I am sure this is a factor in my non-pregnancy. Maybe we are making progress.

We had Owen's birthday celebration with his friends and family last week. We had a wonderful time and he LOVED having his friends here to play with him. We rode the lawnmower (big and little), looked for frogs, fed the fish, played with toys, decorated and of course ate cupcakes, picked apples (awfully small sour apples), and did what they all love best..... ate Cheetos!

On his actual birthday, Tuesday, a string of events led us to the single A baseball game in Everett. Greg's work was a sponsor for the game and they needed someone to throw out the ball. Owen was so excited to pitch. He is a natural and made his dad proud. Owen was ready to stay out on the mound and finish the game, Greg had to direct him off the field.

After the game we came back to the house, opened more presents and ate more cupcakes. And since Owen has no expectations, I certainly can say his birthday celebrations exceeded all of mine and we had a great time.

He is definitely 3...tonight he said to Greg..."daddy watch, daddy watch". Greg said, "I will, I just have to tell mommy one thing", Owen said, "daddy watch, daddy watch", Greg kept telling me his story driving Owen to say what any 3 year-old may say, "CHILD!watch". That left me in a fit of hysterics and Greg looking bewildered and asking Owen repeatedly, "did you just say Child?". Greg and I kept laughing wondering, as we often do throughout the day, where that new saying came from.

I am glad he is 3, I have enjoyed more than any words can express, the first 3 years of his life and I look forward to what each day brings. I love his sweet spirit and everything he is. Happy Birthday my little O!