Cue the Jeopardy theme song...

Days turned to weeks turned to months.

This trying to conceive thing is not for the weak. I don't think I ever expected it to take this long*. My other three kids were conceived easily and without much planning. I'm almost at the point where I want to explore options with my doctor. Even though my tests have come back normal, I am not sure why a woman with such a normal cycle and no history of any medical issues related to pregnancy would have such trouble? My thyroid should be at a normal level now that I've been on my increased dose for around 8 weeks. I don't really want to add the stress of temp taking and charting ovulation since those things only make me more anxious. I've been very stress free these last few months of trying. I'd be angry but I'm too sad.

The worst part is that I have always had regular cycles. They are still pretty regular but last month I was four days late (not pregnant). This month I was a couple days late (not pregnant) and in general I can't really predict anything going on in my body any longer. Every month is a new or different symptom that could mean I'm pregnant or that my much despised visitor is about to knock on the door. Ugh.

This isn't what I expected back in March when we started trying. I hope I get answers soon. I am not very good at waiting. I am also not very good at not falling apart and for some reason I am on the verge of tears often. This is not who I want to be. So, I am trying to distract myself, find new things to dive into... I am trying to run (jog/walk) 10 miles a week. I used to love running but over the years, it was something I started loathing. Not anymore. I am setting goals and trying to get outside and have more "me" time while I jog. If I don't, I am afraid my "me" time will include mass amounts of ice cream and bad TV.

* I realize 7 months isn't as long as many women try but for me it seems like an eternity. I hate that I sound whiny and discouraged when I know friends who have had a much harder time conceiving just one child. Please don't think I am ungrateful or unappreciative. I just need to write out my feelings or I may burst.

Fall Gardening (First Attempt)

I've been planting a small Spring/Summer garden for the past two years and this year I am venturing out into new gardening territory with a Fall garden. Gardening has a very calming effect on me. I never thought much about gardening until about three years ago and my distrust in the FDA and GMO products led me to try my hand at growing some of my own produce. Not much variety so far but as I get more experienced, I hope to increase what I grow. Usually I neglect the garden after I harvest the last Summer crops and then it looks like a disaster until Spring gets here again. Starting this week I will prep some containers for new seeds and await the two garden boxes I am having made by a friend. She is using reclaimed wood to build planters, home decor, etc...and I can't wait to utilize her talents and make more room for new garden space. So far I am going to try planting, broccoli, spinach, kale, carrots, parsley, chives, lettuce, purple basil and italian sweet peppers. My Summer garden is still truckin' along. I have tons of jalapeños and poblanos to harvest in the next couple of weeks and I am going to have a salsa making weekend when I do!

I still haven't spruced up the side of my yard yet. That poor side-yard needs a lot of TLC and I don't have time or funds to make that happen just yet. Plus, I still haven't settled on a final idea for the pavers yet and my husband needs a little extra time to understand my "visions" for this space. I'm going to try to focus on my living room and kitchen walls this Fall. When I'm not gardening I will most likely be mapping out some wall space for many pictures and some art I have neglected to frame. I'll be sure to share my progress on both the garden and the pictures.

Un-American

Every year around this time it sneaks up on us. And every year around this time I try to avoid it like the plague. Many people would consider this response to be un-American. I'm talking about our County Fair of course! I do not understand why people enjoy scarfing down on deep fried heart attacks on a stick and walk around in the dusty crowded fairgrounds while essentially wasting tons of money on a higher cholesterol number... I just don't get it. Sure, when I was a kid I had loads of fun at the Fair but times have changed for this thirty-something and I have no desire to spend money I don't have on food we don't need. Bah. Humbug.

So I am hoping the kids don't ask. I can't really turn them down if they do. After all, there are a few fun things that make me not hate the Fair. For instance, the animals.

I never get tired of seeing baby chicks, newborn calves, piglets, bunnies and sheep! I also enjoy the exhibits. I look forward to seeing whose photography won first place and whose artwork earned a blue ribbon. Those are things I do not mind seeing and doing. Maybe if the Fair had a separate entrance for people like me who despise sweating and walking on dusty crowded pathways to buy crappy food, I would lighten up just a bit. Or how about an indoor (and air conditioned) area for people like me to watch the animals? Genius idea right? Last year we managed to avoid the Fair and I am hoping we do the same this year. If you added up the money wasted on one night at the Fair, I'm quite sure we could take a fun day trip to the beach or have a fancy picnic. And if I really get the urge to see an animal I will let the cat curl up on the couch with me. Sounds perfect...

Falling back into place...

School has begun for the kids and that means I went back to work as well. Days are once again busy and nights are far too short. Days don't seem to have enough hours and going to bed at a decent hour never seems to happens. Such is the life of a mom I suppose.

A few things have happened since I last blogged. My grandpa passed away a few days after I posted about him. His funeral was nice. Many recalled very fond memories of his kindness and eagerness to pray for anyone who needed it, and those who didn't. I was honored to sing one of his favorite hymns at the service. It was just what I needed to do and it made the day more peaceful for me.

After losing him, it took a few days to get back into the swing of things. Work started and immediately I have been chained to my car or to the kitchen table (helping with homework). I am exhausted and it has only been three full weeks. We have two kids involved in soccer and that is also making a huge dent in our schedule. Even though I can easily find things to complain about, I will choose to embrace these full days. One day when the kids are grown, I'll be begging to be so busy.

Here are some fun photos from the last few weeks...

As you can see from the photos, soccer is taking over our lives. 

I am sure that the next couple of months will fly by quickly and we will all go back to our regular non-soccer lives until next year. In the meantime, I'm officially a soccer mom and it doesn't suck.