Just in time for Thanksgiving!

Audrey cut her first tooth! I thought she was going to be gumming it forever! She's already a great eater, self-feeds table food like a champ. A few more teeth and she'll be on a whole nother level. Now we have to wean her off the bottle...fun.

Not To Put The Cart Before The Horse But...

Today MB and I went looking for a new Larri mobile. Right now I drive an Equinox which is Chevy's small crossover SUV. I love it. It's a "mom" car but it's smaller and has all the room we need. Most importantly, it's not a minivan. While the nox is a great ride now, once we add another player to our roster we are going to need a new vehicle to cruise around town in. See where the cart and horse reference came from? That's how you know a great metaphor, when the author feels the need to explain it.

Anyway, I'm trying to avoid getting a stupid minivan. I could bore you hear with a long nagging narrative about how car seats are HUGE and that they take up even more room when you have to put them in backwards and how I think it's dumb that we have to keep our kids rear-facing until they go to college these days, but I'll spare you. THEN after we deal with all the space needed for "safety" we have to accommodate for all of our crap! Do you know how much SHIT kids need? Some parents lie to you and tell you that the load gets lighter as the kids get bigger but that's only half true. If your kid isn't involved in any activities and spends his days at school and nights in front of a TV or playing video games, than sure, no extra baggage required. HOWEVER, if you have the nerve to expect your kid to actually do stuff, well than that's a whole nother set of crap you need to be able to lug around. MB's violin and football pads take up just as much room as Audrey's stroller. Forget a double stroller! Have you seen those things!? They're basically the Buick of the stroller world.

So with all that in mind and based on my eyeball test, it looks to me like we are going to need a large SUV with a third row and captain seats. Can someone please tell me where I can get one of those for less than $50K? Oh yeah, and leather seats please because kids are slobs. No one? Not even a reasonably used one? NO ONE? Yeah I haven't found one either. We've got time though so I'm not giving up yet.

When we got home and my husband finished rolling his eyes at me for going to shop for a vehicle we don't plan on purchasing for another six months he told me that if I had to drive a minivan he'd paint pink flames on the side and put a wine bar in the back. Now THAT'S a minivan I could get on board with!

Quick baby makin update: Our first HCG level came back at 71 and our second, two days later, was at 198! The hope is that the level will double every 48 hours. Looks like our next little one is a bit of an overachiever. We go back in for an ultrasound on December 4th. I've got a good feeling about this one though.

Here We Go Again...

Guess what people? J and I signed up to do this while fertility nonsense again. Clearly we have lost our minds. We went in last Friday to transfer a few of our frozen embryos. For the most part it was pretty uneventful. We ended up transferring two "very promising" embryos.

We went back and forth for a while on that decision. The first go around we both had moments when we thought, "Hey, twins could be cool..." I assure you that thought is LOOONG GONE! When Audrey was about six weeks old and we had just gotten to bring her home from the NICU I remember looking at J with bags under my bloodshot eyes and thanking god we only had one baby. We have no illusions. With that said, to date we have completed two (well now three) transfers with two embryos each and have one baby. I guess we felt like two must be our recipe for success.

BUT THEN the day of the transfer came. Two popsibabies are thawed and one doesn't make it. We still have plenty of those bad boys so we go ahead and tell them to thaw another one. we are told to report to the hospital at nine thirty and I am to take my Valium in the parking lot. Man I forgot how awesome Valium is! So we get upstairs, do a quick blood draw and before we know it the nurse comes out to get us. By now I am in the land of marshmallows, sunshine and rainbow shitting unicorns.

After getting all gowned up and tucked into bed the doctor comes in. Now this wasn't Captain. Captain was out of town. I also think she would of known better. So the Doctor explains to us that while the third embryo looks fantastic the first one seems to have petered out a bit. She says she can go ahead and transfer the two anyway and see what happens or she can thaw another one and see if we can get another rock star. She then adds that she just wanted to check because she wasn't sure if we were one of "those couples" that's nervous about the possibility of twins. BUT because I'm in the land roses and wonderfulness, I say SURE! thaw out another one.

As she leaves, I briefly come down from my high just long enough to realize that WE ARE ONE OF THOSE COUPLES WHO ARE NERVOUS ABOUT TWINS. I looked over at my husband and asked him if I just made a boo boo. Not kidding. I actually used the words BOO BOO. His response? "Well I guess we'll find out!"

I did ask him later if he thought I made the right call and he said her totally agreed and that if he hadn't he would have spoken up. I just want that noted for the record, because if I pop out two babies I'm going to need to be able to at least share the blame! But that brings me to my point, yup! there's a point, why on earth would anyone ask someone to make life changing decisions when they are hanging out in happy town being smothered by wonderfulness. Seriously?