Skip to main content

It's No Use Crying Over Spilled Milk

After watching the Real L Word all day, I've come to the conclusion that Meg and I should have been on that show! I am confident that all of America would have died laughing had they witnessed today's events. 

Our excitement stemmed from a surprise visit of hormones (I'll admit, some were mine). Now, I'm not talking about the type of hormones that make you cry at those animal rescue commercials (you know, the ones with Sarah McLachlan?) No, I'm talking about the hormones that make you want to throw something against the wall, rip out all of your hair, and then apologize all on a whim. 

At 4dpiui, it's way too early for PMS and implantation doesn't start until at least day 6, so really the only explanation is stress. Clearly, ttc has taken a toll on our bodies and our minds. 

Meg is back to her "negative nancy" mentality. She said that she would be shocked if we actually got pregnant this time. I, naturally, started to cry. She then proceeded to ask me why I was crying. I tried to cover it up by saying "because the cookies aren't ready." I wasn't trying to hide the fact that I was crying because I'm too tough to show emotion. It was more so because I cry so often that I didn't want to give Meg a reason to get mad and/or upset! 

Anyhow, we talked it out and everything was fine. I went to sit on the couch with the dogs and Meg cleaned up the kitchen. She, being the nice wife that she is, brought me over a glass of milk and a plate with 2 fresh chocolate chip cookies. I went to grab the glass of milk out of her hand and realized (a little too late) that she wasn't paying attention. Consequently, her glass of milk fell out of her hand and all over me. It went EVERYWHERE!! It soaked my back, my shorts, and even the couch! You wouldn't believe how cold it was. I shot up (in shock), but the worst was when Meg started to yell at me. Clearly, becoming a human milkshake wasn't punishment enough. I ran upstairs, jumped in the shower, and went right back downstairs, only to see Meg standing in the foyer waiting for me. 

She apologized and we both started laughing. We went to sit back on the couch and all of the sudden Meg realized the milk had soaked through one of the pillows! Fortunately, she didn't freak out. It was only when I started to drink her milk that she got upset. Apparently I grabbed the wrong glass. I tried to correct my mistake by giving her some of my milk, but she told me that was disgusting. There was nothing I could do, but laugh.

I guess there is some truth to the saying, "It's no use crying over spilled milk." 

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

10 weeks

Today we had our last appointment at RMA. It was bittersweet. We were able to spend some much needed time with Doctor Castlebaum. I know I have said it before, but he's seriously fantastic! 
The baby was moving all over the place. It was all amazing! 









We left something for them to remember us...


We will miss them dearly!



Our terrifying 20 week anatomy scan

We had our 20 week anatomy scan on Tuesday. Meg was actually 21 weeks. We told the ultrasound technician that we didn’t want to know the sex. The baby wasn’t cooperating, but we watched as she took pictures of the brain, spine, heart, etc. Everything looked good...or so we thought.
After the ultrasound we went into a different room for our appointment. The nurse practitioner checked the baby’s heartbeat (165) and asked Meg how she was feeling. 
Megan told her that she’s still feeling nauseous and is still taking diclegis at night.
All of the sudden the nurse practitioner nonchalantly handed me a paper and said “the ultrasound technician found a nodule on the baby’s neck. The doctor wants you to call this number and schedule an appointment with a perinatal specialist.”
On the back of the paper it had information about maternal screening and Down syndrome. I asked the nurse practitioner if they thought the baby had Down syndrome and she said it was just a sheet of paper with hospital phone …

Everything is better when you're at the beach

Four years ago Megan and I brought Avery to Ocean City, New Jersey for a mini family vacation. There, we tested positive (on Day 10) with Harper. We were surrounded by friends and family and minus the fact that Avery got her first bad ear infection and the trip ended with us in a NJ emergency room, it was perfect.
Today is Day 10 and again we are in Ocean City with family and friends. We went to bed REALLY late. I had a hard time falling asleep and when I did I had dreams about testing. Harper just woke me up to go to the bathroom (she rarely does that). It's 3:20AM Megan just took a pregnancy test and the results are in...