city mouse, country mouse

First the crap news:

I got my period today. Blah, Blah, Blah. Same old story: tears, dashed hopes, cramps,wasted pee sticks, etc... You know the drill. The length of my cycle is what had us all thrown off this time. 38 days! What the @#$%? We figure, this being the first cycle on Metformin, perhaps my body has taken the time to push the reset button and is regulating it self. All my hormones are coming together, rallying if you will, to restructure themselves into some sort of normal pattern.

I've read a bunch on Metformin lately and according to Doctor Google, the stuff usually takes hold at around the 3 month mark. We're about a month and a half in to it at this point. Not time to reach for The Clomid just yet -my real life specialist did tell me to come back in three months if there's no baby in the belly.

Lifestyle wise, I'm still doing the Chinese herbal teas/acupuncture thing and I'm still off the sugar and carbs. I did have one desert this weekend but it was a special occasion (see good news below).

The good news:
The Hubster and I went on a semi-romantic mini-break to Victoria this weekend. I say semi-romantic only because I got my period and had a bit of puss on today. But to be fair, so do he. We even went into MEC just to touch the baby stuff. We had to leave in a hurry when I touched the Newt Suit and started to cry.

Also, for some reason, we had super crappy sleeps. Nicholas had a dream he was pregnant! It kept him up all night. He kept calling out, " I want my baby back" and no amount of snuggling could calm him down. Weird.

Our weekend consisted mostly of:

1) Walks around cool old neighbourhoods, warm bevies in hand, to check out house colours and the gorgeous architecture. (Oh ya, we're painting our shack this summer...We're deciding between Sage and Olive, very grown up-like. Scary, hey?)

2) Eating.

In one weekend we crammed in most of our old favourite eateries: JJ wonton, rebar, Ottavio, Cafe Brio, (my old place of work/family where Nicholas courted me and coincidentally where we had our wedding reception) and Willies.

There was also time for a bit of lovin' and a splash of shopping. The Hubster popped a woody when I gave him the green light on getting a new guitar and I treated myself to a red and white polka-dotted Roxy bikini which is VERY CUTE. I figured if I can't eat sugar or make a baby I might as well have a cute bikini. Too bad it is February in Canada. I am going to wear it under my wetsuit when we go surfing in Tofino in March.

Well, it's been almost four years since we moved to Courtenay from Victoria and every time we go back we feel like we are having one last lusty affair with an old flame. There are the fond memories, old haunts, familiar faces and of course the constant comparing the old with the new.

All in all we had a great mini-break. And, like all good mini-breaks, it ended with the intense desire to come home.

Home is good. We like it here. A lot.

And, for the most part we are very, very happy.

Here's hoping...

Special Day

Today was a special day.

I drove up island to have lunch and girlie time with my very pregnant friend Valerye from over at There you are!

I had a great time.

A little bit of lunch and shopping topped off with an invitation to participate in a belly casting party with the women in Val's family. I felt so lucky to be invited. How special! What fun!

I soaked up all of the chatting and momma wisdom on pregnancy related topics, ate some tasty homemade snacks, drank some delicious blueberry/pomegranate juice (no sugar) and truly enjoyed the therapeutic effects of casting my friend's beautiful belly in plaster. Talk about Art Therapy!

Val's baby is due March second, but I think he may be on his way sooner than that. Of course, she looks lovely being the healthy, glowing Island Girl that she is... It is hard to believe that the next time I see her she will be a wise momma herself!

Thanks for the lovely day ladies.
I tried to soak up as much of your fertile energy as I could while I was there...

Here's hoping....

An aside,
Ye old period is due tomorrow, I think. I was quite cranky on Friday and I felt a bit bloated today...You know what that means: You'll probably get a sob story in a day or two. So do stay tuned for more melodramatic sap!

oh no you didn't

Nicholas and I didn't call a mini-dachshund breeder on Sunday.

Okay. Yeah we did.

We can't help ourselves. We have so much love to give.
Poor Stanley is overwhelmed by it all at the best of times.
Besides, wouldn't he just love a little mini-me to boss about the house.
Luckily for our bank accounts, no puppies were lingering awaiting immediate adoption.
The nice breeder lady did say that she recently bred her females and may have a litter or two in the spring.
Hummm....very interesting.
We left our name and number.

What?

There's no harm in leaving our name and number....

Cycle Day 200

To ovulate or not to ovulate?

It feels as though I am on cycle day 200 and I fear I have not and will not be ovulating this month. It is true, I have only been on Metformin for 3 weeks and it was only yesterday that I was bumped up to the full, fruity coated, nauseating dosage...

But still... Bring on my freakin' eggs already! Roll out the red carpet! Strike up the band! We're ready over here.

I guess I got my hopes up this month. To make matters more intense, I've been craving sugar. Big Time. It is a vicious cycle really. I get sappy, sad, or narky and I want sweets. Then, realizing that my sordid love affair with sweets could add to my problems with babylessness (a wee bit of over dramatization here) I get all pouty because I shouldn't have them... you see my problem?

Well, after lurking sulkily around the candy, bulk and bakery sections of several health food and not so health food stores this morning I consumed nothing but pure goodness. That's right everybody. Candy Girl came home and made 2 pinklines inspired apple strudel thingies. They have only a tablespoon of brown sugar, mostly for psychosomatic reasons, and although they are healthy, taste quite good. I ate seven. Kidding. I ate three.

The Hubster and I found ourselves in quite the sappy mood today. After writing a list of all of our pregnant friends, he asked me "Who is missing from this list?" Then he added our names. Yeah. Yeah. Dorky I know. After a healing bout of Sexy Time, we decided to review our baby making efforts of the past 16 months:

-Acupuncture
-Chinese teas-3 kinds realted to cycle phases
-HSG- pain in the hoo hoo
-Blood/sperm tests
-Relaxation
-Mini get aways
-Hips up
-Pre Seed
-Opks
-BBT Charting. Which, by the way my new Metformin inspired chart looks more like a flat line than my old crazy hormonal
rollercoaster...but flat? Flat can't be good.
-Dropping my beloved Bikram Yoga
-Scheduled Doing it times
-Metfomin

What else? I'm sure I'm missing something.

Oh yeah. Did I mention everyone we know is pregnant!? Yes. Everyone. And although we are very very very happy, excited, proud, emotional and pleased for all of our fertile friends. We just wish that we could be pregnant too.

We really do.

Here's hoping...