Another week and, still, no new books to report on – sorry. I just haven’t been feeling like myself and I hope that y’all will forgive me.
We were in the mountains for the holiday weekend with the entire Weiss clan. Yes, all of my inlaws (not David’s mom, but all the rest), to celebrate my FIL’s birthday (tomorrow), my nephew’s birthday (the 18th), my niece’s birthday (last Tuesday) and my own (last Tuesday). Oh, and Labor Day too! We rented a house in Hendersonville and had a great time. We hit up the apple festival and the Biltmore and LAAFF; we took family photos (hoping to post some soon) and ate a TON. Like, as in, I feel like a hippo today TON.
And, when it all ended yesterday, we came home to a whole different kind of circus – the DNC is here in Charlotte. While my office is open from 10-3, it’s as quiet as Church on a Tuesday at 11 p.m. I mean, its EMPTY here.
Most companies re-routed their employees to work in other locations – so our parking lot was EMPTY and the commute wasn’t SOOOOOOO bad. It did take me twice as long as normal and my car was one of only 3 in my line of cars that didn’t get searched. On the other hand, while this is a bit of a nuisance, it’s a great spotlight on our new home and I hope that it brings business and opportunity with it.
And, in other news:
I almost started crying when teaching yesterday. I decided to last-minute substitute my friend Melissa’s class on Monday night. Immediately prior to teaching, however, I had a really hard conversation about my own fertility (or lack thereof, so it seems) with my mom. I was bawling and had to pull myself together in order to teach. So, when it came time to talk to the class – somehow depositing some nugget of love, inspiration or encouragement, I started to cry. I talked to them about just letting thigns happen and trusting that they will. It was, in-part, my own attempt at telling myself that same message. The impetus: My mom thinks we are trying to hard – and maybe we are. But as a control freak, the fact that I cannot control how my body responds to our efforts to make a baby is PISSING ME OFF. No, really, it is pissing me off fierce.
And so, we carry on. Don’t get me wrong, trying is fun. But honestly, I’m sure we can have fun once the baby is made, too…….
My doctor at Charlotte OB is the BEST and I am glad to have him on my side – but even he thinks its time we up the ante and get “serious” as he puts it about having a baby. He’s not a “wait and see” kind of guy, which is probably why I adore him so much! He wants me to go back for round three of the chlomid this week with a follicle scan and a blood test, while he gets me in to see one of two doctors at REACH. I have two referrals from friends, so hopefully, between all of this and trying not to stress (huh? what’s that?!), the universe will open up and let me conceive. Oh, and a friend is going to open my chakras – though i’m still not sure what that means (and yes, I am a yoga teacher who doesn’t get the whole Chakra thing, YET).
And, this is all I hope to share with you until there is good news – after all, this is NOT a TTC blog. (I don’t even like the term TTC….it sounds so…well…..i just don’t like it.).
So, if this helps any of you to understand why my head is NOT in books right now, I hope that you’ll forgive me. I know I’ll get back to them – and I will start tonight, so that I don’t leave you disappointed……