It’s been a while…

Well y’all… it’s been a minute. A lot has changed, but a lot is still the same. We’re still a party of 3 for now, but working on a sibling for P. We’ll start there.

We’ve been officially hardcore trying for baby #2 for 3 months now. One month naturally, one month on 150 mg of Clomid and this month we’re trying Femara for the very first time. If you’ve never had to deal with infertility and the hell meds that come with it, consider yourself blessed. It’s exhausting. Clomid made me a crazy person and Femara is making me pee every 3 minutes. I was relatively lucky with P and conceived on my first round of fertility meds so I’m kind of lost and shocked by the fact that we’ve had more significant trouble this time around. Hopefully this is the month, and I can start blogging about my pregnancy!! We’ll find out around February 20th.

My job. Good God. I’ve never loathed something so much in my life. I work in residential lending, where I process and close mortgage loans. If you’ve ever bought a house you know that this is a lengthy process and it doesn’t happen overnight. What you don’t know, is that the overworked and underpaid people behind the scenes are busting their asses and failing to meet the unrealistic timeframes that are set for the process. Recently my position was restructured. When I moved to the department I work in now I was hired as a mortgage processor. Moderately stressful, but manageable. However, they have combined my position with the closing position. Nobody wants to be a closer. Everyone wants their loan closed like yesterday, and when you have 25 loans to close it’s impossible to satisfy everyone. I pretty much close the loans for the people who are bitching the loudest. It’s terrible. I would have never applied for this job, but alas, I was given an entirely different job and a shit ton more responsibility on top of the job I was already doing- for no increase in pay. So, I want out. I’ve been in banking for a little over 5 years, started as a teller, moved to loan operations and then to residential lending. As I’ve moved up I’ve gained some pretty significant pay increases. I don’t make a lot of money by any means, but I live in an area where $10 an hour is considered “good” money and that fact that I make beyond that makes it practically impossible to find another job that doesn’t involve a pay cut. I have bills to pay and mouths to feed so for now I will continue to eat sleep and breathe mortgages.

Me, as a person. I’ve changed. I don’t know when or how it happened but I’ve grown some serious balls. I’ve become assertive and confident and at times, even confrontational. I’ve never been a person to stand up for myself, I would rather just keep my mouth shut and avoid confrontation. But I find myself speaking my mind a lot more these days, and I like it. I’m proud. I’ve distanced myself from friends from high school and become much closer with newer friends who I have more in common with and can better relate to. I think I can partially contribute my change in attitude to my bitches 🙂

And last, but certainly not least, P! He’s a big boy now. We celebrated his 2nd birthday in December with a Ninja Turtle party. Does he like Ninja Turtles? No. He’s still obsessed with Mickey Mouse, but I didn’t want a Mickey party 2 years in a row so I picked the cutest decorations. He had his 2 year checkup last month so I’ll give you the obligatory mom stats: he’s 35 inches tall, 35 lbs, has an entire mouth full of teeth, wears 2T/3T clothes, would eat rice and cheese for every meal if you let him, and watches Mickey Mouse every chance he gets. He still sleeps with me, with his hand wrapped in my hair all night long. He loves to cuddle, and he loves group hugs with me and his daddy. He also enjoys pushing our heads together and making us kiss, that’s a little disturbing and we’re trying to make him stop it… he tried to make my sister in laws kiss the other day. Awkward. He’s just a typical rambunctious little boy who loves running, climbing, picking his nose and doing gross boy stuff. I wouldn’t have it any other way! 

I always say I’ll try to blog more, but I get busy and it never happens. I’ll try to do better this time though, hopefully my eggo will get preggo so I’ll have more interesting things to tell you about!! Otherwise you’re gonna just have to listen to me bitch about my job… I apologize in advance. 

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Really missin my bump…

  
I so hope I get a little baby in my belly this month. I miss being able to feel him flopping around, and I miss being able to keep him safe and warm inside of me. There’s just something about growing a human that can’t be described. Pregnancy is  and amazing. So, enjoy my reminiscent bump pics, and wish me luck!

Clomid- Round 2

AF showed up right on time this month. My progesterone on my unmedicated cycle was only 6, so I think anymore unmedicated cycles would be pointless. So here we are… CD 4, Clomid day 2. If I conceive this month the due date will be mid-November. I can be back to work by the first of the year and not lose any of my vacation and sick days for 2017. That’s exactly what I wanted when we started planning baby #2, so my hopes are high this month!

In a perfect world, here’s how things would play out:

 

Meeska Mooska Mommy Forgot About Her Blog

So…. I’ve not written in a while because life. I’ve been spending my days working, and my evenings watching Mickey Mouse and cuddling. No real reason I couldn’t type a blog post, I just chose to live in the moment 🙂

We had not 1 but 2 babywearing photo sessions, which I will share soon (I swear!!) I’m almost done planning his 1st birthday party, and I’ve been trying to convince hubby it’s time for baby #2… He thinks I need to increase the dosage on my crazy meds! There isn’t a whole lot to update you on… But trust me, it’s pretty interesting around here!

P is 10 months old now, and amazing me every single day! He can stand by himself for a few seconds, he’s obsessed with chewing on ketchup and other things inside the refrigerator door every time I open it, he likes to climb in the dishwasher and he has learned to climb into my lap. He’s a very busy boy, and likes to get into 10 month old mischief! In fact, my papaw and his wife babysat one day last week and when my husband went to pick him up, my papaw informed him that “His name should have been Columbus, because he sure likes to explore!” Apparently he spent the day chasing their dogs, getting toys off of a shelf above his head in a closet and trying to climb the stairs.

So… if I’m MIA for another few weeks or so, someone check to make sure he hasn’t killed me!!