Well, its been on my mind for a while now and I’ve been playing on a local copy of WordPress before doing the big jump into moving to it. I have to say, already I am impressed by its ease of use. They don’t assume you have technical jargon etc. Which is good, whilst I am a programmer its the simple things I have trouble with. Also I recently bought another hosting package with Hosting365 and its unix so I wanted to play around with MOD_REWRITE for the new CMS I have trying to use with various websites. So technically I could say its for work. Or something. So keep an eye on this space as I really want my own look and feel to the site and not your standard WP look or theme. I reckon I could get tired fairly quickly of the look. If only the kid was into web design.

The past few days have been maniac. Everything was centered around Thursday. And the trip to the clinic. I wasn’t nervous but the more I chatted with the work colleagues about it, the more nervous I got. Wedensday evening I was in no mood for going training.
The stupid period had arrived and I was unimpressed as I knew I had the hycosy on Thursday morning. Great timing by the ovaries eh? Beatches are just back from a sking holiday. I have to say the image of them on the ski slopes passed a lot of time on Thursday. We were up at 7 to be on the road to Kilkenny early. We got lost. Again. This time I had a map. Shame I didn’t know how to read it. We arrived early. We settled down for a long wait when I was called.

Mammy2 sat with all the dads at reception whilst I got gowned up and asked a few questions. I was getting nervous it has to be said. I’ve never been in hospital, never been sedated. I was brought into the room where all the action goes on and the anesthetist popped in and small talked me. The nurse had already said herself and the doc would be in soon. So the anesthetist pops in a needle into my arm. Having never been sedated before, I assumed this was the sedation and pretty soon I would be knocked out. Yes, I was that clueless. When he arrived in about 15 mins later with the doc and the nurse, all decked out with scrubs and masks, I was panicked. I asked was I not supposed to be asleep. They thought this was quite funny, although I didn’t see the humour. I signed a consent
form, not reading the small print, which obviously said “Yes please knock me out” . I remember the anesthetist saying something and then I was gone, I remember nothing until I was being helped onto the bed back outside in the waiting area. I hoped I hadn’t talked any gibberish. Apparently when you are coming out from under sedation you talk all sort of crap. Considering I talk all sorts of crap at the best of times, I didn’t want to know what I said. Thankfully, the lady in the bed next to me obviously shared those concerns as she asked the nurse what sort of stuff was said. The nurse said “What’s said under sedation stays under sedation” Thank the lord.

I got comfy in the bed, whilst feeling slighty woozy and sore and the nurse asked was anyone with me. So I told them Mammy2 was downstairs. Mammy2 was allowed to come up and sit with me then. She was glad of the break from all the motoring mags. Its quite funny. Downstairs in the waiting area, its all car magazines and upstairs its all Heat and Look. Interesting stuff, if you’re into that kind of thing. I felt fine and we chatted whilst we waited for the doc and the nurse to call around. When they did, it was to tell me my ovaries were beautiful. Having never received such a compliment I was unsure how one is supposed to react to such a statement. Of course the ovaries were flicking their hair, divas that they are. Chuffed they were finally being appreciated. I had thought there was going to be no living with them now. Its all good inside, no sign of any issues which I reckon means no need for IVF. Yet. Its going to be IUI. Then the doc asks us if anyone has ordered sperm for us. We explained about our man and how we were waiting for the ethics committee. There were hums and haws. Its refreshing that the issue is not our same sex relationship, its more that our man would have more rights to the baby then Mammy2. It is of course something we have always and continue to give a lot of thought to but we trust our man. In fairness we wouldn’t been trying to have a baby with him for the last 2 years if we didn’t think he was the right guy.

So the situation is this: The ethics committe meet around easter, they are going to come back to us with a yay or nay for our man. Either way the clinic have said they will treat us so its either with our man or with an unknown donor. Either way it looks like I might be pregnant soon. I am still sort of in shock to get over excited. But I have moments of going OHMYGOD and then calming down. Its all just so…mad. Its like for so long
we have been trying and now its going to get a whole lot more real.

Thursday evening we were both exhausted and so chilled out at home and watched Enchanted. Mammy2 loved it, I wasn’t mad on it. Too schmaltzy for me. But it passed a few hours and I got a great sleep. I was advised not to head into work the following day, but unfortunately, the project deadline is fast approaching. I promised Mammy2 if I wasn’t feeling up to it, I wouldn’t go in. I got on fine, some cramps and a feeling of woozyiness but other then that I was grand. We picked up the sister at the airport on Friday night. Their flight was delayed as a result of bad weather.

Its been a mad weekend, but great to catch up. The sister and her boyf are heading to Argentina for 2 months travelling so we won’t see them for a few months. The weeknd went too quickly as it always does! The brother travelled up from Westmeath last night and we all headed out for dinner and then the kid met us today for lunch. I forced her to hang with me for the day as Mammy2 was meeting up with her clan for mammies day and the sister and boyf headed back to Holland this evening. The kid slept for ages whilst I did some work and then we decided to watch Juno. I love that film and the soundrack is being
played constantly on Squirt (the ipod). She’s growing up so fast. She’s talking about bills and the cost of things and she knows what she’s talking about. And this is a sign of how grown up she is becoming. She just txted me as she’s on the train home:

hey Shelly, sorry i couldn’t stay very long, damn my growing up and having to be in bed to get rest for work! Hope today wasn’t too hard for ya, and u know if you need a talk or a rant or anythin yuor baby sis is just a txt away love ya lots mammy shelly x

I double checked to make sure if was from her She’s becoming an adult and its strange to watch the transistion. Of course she will always be the kid in my head.

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