You know, things are good, relatively speaking. 

As soon as I realized I’d started, almost instantly, the phone rang and it was Dave.  I let him know what had happened, and his first question was "Are you okay?" and his second question was "What now?"  He asked if there was anything he could do, anything he could take or do or find out about that would get me pregnant.  I know I’m lucky to have a husband as on board as he is, and I appreciate that.  What he IS doing is getting s schedule of benefits from his HR person for our insurance.  We figure it would be good to know what we can expect from the insurance company no matter what.

And that is on top of the great house we live in, the great property we have, how truly miraculous it is that we managed to find a place that blends the wooded community of my hometown with being right in the heart of Bangor and it’s amenities.  We’re lucky that we have the money to buy a spoiler or a sassy dye job (pics coming soon, lola) or  to pay our tax bill or eat good food. We’re lucky.  It will be okay.

I started a ticker, by the way, that you may have noticed in the last entry.  I linked it at the left, under Babyish Links, for your (and my) reference.  I used to be pretty anti-ticker, and they are mostly eye-roll worthy, but the more I deal with this TTC ness, the more I see their value.  I tried to pick out the least cheesy and most informative style, and avoided all stork, rabbit, and birds/bees references.  The little cartoon couple actually looks like what Dave and I would look like as stick figures, dressed in our favorite colors and all.  I just wish that when they hit the red zone the counter did some sort of kinky move and had some crazy stick figure GOF.  A girl can dream, right?  Anyway, in case you are wondering where I am on the fertility map, that’ll give you a quick idea.