The Right One

A good friend of mine got married this weekend.

Without getting into too much detail about her personal life (because that’s her story to tell, not mine), as I said to her once “you’ve been through a lot of crap to get to this point”. But through all of the crap she found her happy ending, and in the time she has been with this man she’s been the happiest I’ve seen her.

As someone who sometimes lacks the ability to be truly happy for another person while wrapped up in this infertility misery (and I don’t mean that I am not happy for them, I’m talking about the “I think I’m more excited about this than you are” kind of happy), her celebration and my self imposed break from stressing came at the right time.

She tripped over many relationship rocks, but always managed to steady herself, and at the end she found the person she tripped over all of those rocks for. The one that made the wait worthwhile. I felt lucky to be able to be a part of this journey, and of course the wedding was fabulous.

Ready to be a maid of the bride

Rockin out the pockets

Oh there was a wedding? I came for the cake

Sharing some of the love

Bryan and I had a blast dancing like maniacs and our silliness carried over to the car ride home where we made up fake lyrics to real songs.  The backstory on this one was that we passed a couple of girls eating Frostie’s on the way home.

To the Tune of “Total Eclipse of the Heart”

Once upon a time I had a frosty in here

And now its just a straw in a cup

Dunno what I did

I must have just sucked it all up

I was warned to give credit where credit is due : Bryan made up the second line.

And in response to a “DUI Crackdown” sign on the freeway – to the tune of “The Final Countdown”

It’s a DUI Crackdown

Wee ooo Wee oooo

Wee ooo Weee ooo Weee

(like police sirens)

We are 29 and 35 with a combined age of 12.

Anyway, what prompted me to write this post was at one point during the reception, I overheard a family member say that my friend had said something to the effect of (I’m paraphrasing here) “I’ve been in love with him my whole life, I just had to wait for him”. While it was a rocky road to get there, he was worth the wait.

It dawned on me then that this is much like what the infertility journey is about. It’s a long, drawn out, rocky and painful wait. Like failed relationships you get your hopes up that this is the one and when it isn’t it’s a hard thing to recover from. Sometimes you feel like giving up. Sometimes you wonder if it’s meant to be at all. She watched friends marry just as I have watched friends have children wondering if your number will ever be pulled, if you will be the last one in your circle, trying to fit awkwardly into the conversations about relationships and children. It’s a lonely feeling.

But she waited, and she found him. He was the right one.

My biggest congratulations, my friend. You deserve it. And I couldn’t be happier for you.

I still hope to not have to the be the last, awkward one trying to voice my opinions about things I haven’t yet experienced regarding child rearing, but I know that one day it will be my turn. Many people say that the child chooses us.

It will be worth the wait.

It will be the right one.

Potluck Post

Today is a little bit of everything

This morning, Bryan and I were downtown and stopped for a coffee at a little market. In the cooler were yummy looking chocolate truffles. Other than looking yummy, nothing looked out of the ordinary until I saw this:

They are the devil’s truffles! HAHA! (If you don’t understand my reference – note the price)

Yesterday, as we all know, was Halloween. Halloween is my favorite holiday. I love passing out candy and seeing all the costumes. I didn’t dress up this year, and we didn’t dress up the dogs persay, but B did give Charlie a bit of hair cut:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Also, I totally ate candy for dinner.

In other news, tomorrow brings what we hope is some good news: the results of B’s most recent SA. Fingers crossed for more swimmers.

Here’s hoping.

 

 

An Ode to the Juice Diet

For anyone wondering: no, I am not on a juice diet.

A few weeks ago, I believe while perusing Netflix, Bryan came across this documentary called “Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead”  , a story about an overweight man with a skin condition (I can’t recall what it is) taking prednisone for it daily. He went on a juice only diet for 60 days, lost a bunch of weight, and was able to slowly taper off of the steroid. Another lady in the documentary tried it for 10 days and said it rid her of her migraine headaches. Its actually a very motivating story. And by juice I mean taking fruit and veggies and juicing them in a juicer…..and doing nothing but that for 2 months.

Just hearing that and I’m already dreaming of cake. And chocolate. Mmmmmm chocolate.

The theory makes alot of sense, really. It would be nearly impossible to eat all of the fruits and veggies that you can combine to make the juice, and by consuming them raw, you are retaining all of the vital nutrients by not steaming or boiling and adding several pats of butter. This guy, however, was able to travel across the US and make a documentary while doing it, so I think the “real life” factor was a little easier for him.

Bryan has given it a go a couple of times. I’ve seen him juice celery, lettuce, tomatoes, carrots, apples, grapes, oranges, kale, ginger root, spinach and I’ve sure I left a few things out. The result appears less than appetizing:

(No goldfish were harmed in the making of this juice or blog post)

 

The first time I came home from work and he had gone to bed…..at 7pm. (In his defense, even the documentary guy said he wanted to do nothing but sleep the first 3 days)

Then there was the peanut butter. (peanuts are a vegetable, right?)

Kudos to him, though. He’s getting way more nutrients than me and my cup full of cinnamon toast crunch I sometimes eat for dinner. He mostly uses it to supplement now, and tries to get me to drink some all the time. I did take a bottle full to work once, but only after I got him to agree to make it like 90% fruit.  It still looked like algae, and when I tried to suck some out of the bottle I couldn’t because a piece of lettuce had gotten stuck and blocked the top.

Anyone else on board yet?

So to you, juice diet, I write a short ode (in the form of a haiku). Ahem.

I drink my green juice          

It is so healthy for me.

Hey wait, is that cake?