Not Me Monday

Are you feeling guilty for leaving the windows open to catch a breeze when you know the air is on? Feel like a bag lady for wearing the same shirt for days on end? Get tricked by a fake news story and feel foolish? We'll don't! Not Me! Monday was born out of my desire to admit some of my imperfections and reveal a few moments I'd rather forget. You may find it therapeutic to join in and do the same thing!

My dogs did not kill a kitten in the back yard at 12:30 at night. I did not go out there in a t-shirt and panties with a GI camping shovel and toss it over the fence. My labs smell like roses and I would not be worried about them rolling in a stinky dead cat. My backyard is fully fenced and none of my neighbors had the chance to see a second full moon. I would never ever pick up a dead kitty with a miniature shovel and leaving it there for T to properly dispose of.

Our dogs always stay out of our organic garden. If they did manage to bend the fence, wiggle under there and pee on all my tomato plants, I most certainly would not ground that dog. That dog does not have separation anxiety and didn't bark all. day. long. I did not wave my miniature broom at him through the back door and then leave it propped up there as a reminder.

In the 2 Week Wait

Dr. L is so impressed with my hubby's super sperm. Every time, he makes a comment about how he sets records. Even sent the lab results home with me so we can frame them. Today's count: 36 Million High Quality Swimmers. According to Dr. L, a normal man is around 5 Million.

Dr. L thinks that this is a great cycle and we should conceive. I go back in Saturday for another sono to check and make sure the follicles released the eggs.

3 Nice Follicles + 36 million swimmer = 2 Week Wait

I also had my free hair treatment from Keratase today and got a pedicure. Life is good!

Big Follies!

I saw Dr. L today for CD13. I have been on clomid, menopur and dexasomething. Results? A 19, two 17's and a 14 follies. WHOO! I take my HCG shot tonight and have IUI scheduled for Wednesday.

DH and I are on vacation this week and I have been so relaxed.

Saturday- Slept until 11:00. Went and looked at houses with my mom. Then made my preggo sister go to dinner with us so she could be the DD. UMMMM Margaritas!

Sunday - Slept until 10:00. Worked in the garden most of the day. The most amazing weather. Which was good, because the weeds have taken over our garden. We are about half way through pulling. Today - Slept until 8:00. Got eyebrows threaded, saw Dr. L. Went shoe shopping at the $6.99 shoe store and got 2 pairs of really cute shoes. One pair of pink peeptoe wedges and a pair of pink stripper shoes. Those are just for me and my "dancing" workout. Ate lunch with DH and going to look at more houses this afternoon. Woot!

I LOVE VACATION!

Not Me Monday!

No I did not type up my not me monday post at my work computer, then run to the training room to post it. No I have not been hitting the check mail button every 5 secs to see if my email to myself has come through yet. No I will not be coming back to finish this post when that blasted email arrives.

Here's the rest of my post:

I did not shut my pinky in my car door Saturday night. Nope, my pinky does not look like a polish sausage. And I had done that, I would have found the perfect size splint and it wouldn't get in my way at all. Typing and writing are easy as pie!

My car registration is current and I am not procrastinating to get it renewed. No, I'm not driving like a granny to not draw attention from potential ticket givers.

I gave my aunt perfect directions for the WAT route. She didn't make a wrong turn and detour us through a parking lot. I didn't let my grandmother railroad me into starting early and someone did not have to run to catch up with us. Jamie did not drop her Blackberry in the toilet and did not have to go fishing for it. All of the supplies from the WAT have been unloaded and are put away. Since my pinky is in perfect shape, I would never have used that as an excuse.

And I didn't drip taco juice all over my splint at lunch. I am not about to waste money to get a new splint that doesn't make me crave chips and salsa.