You Are What You Eat?

The Interwebs has all kinds of handy dandy week-by-week pregnancy things. I don't follow them often. Or really, at all. I probably should.

One of my friends told me that at 18 weeks this week, Tad is the size of a bell pepper.

I had fajitas for dinner Sunday night.

Does that make me a cannibal?

OWW: Garlic?

Lucy found an old wives' tale for me today that I hadn't seen... but it involved eating a whole clove of garlic. We'll see if I can get up the courage to do that for next week's (final!) Old Wives Wednesday.

I'm not sure Shawn would want to be in the same room with me if I ate a whole clove of garlic.

I'm not sure I'd want to be in the same room as me if I ate a whole clove of garlic!

If anyone has a garlic recipe that makes eating a whole clove a little more delicious, let me know.

A few from "His Boys Can Swim" instead...

The "V" Eye Test: "Pull down the skin under your left eye. If you see a 'V' or 'branches' in the white part, you’re having a girl" . I have branches! One point to the girls.

The Side You Most Sleep On: If a pregnant woman prefers to lay on her left side, she’s having a boy. If she prefers resting on her right side, she’s having a girl. Left side sleeper-- One point to the boys.

The Chinese gender chart says boy if I use an American calendar and girl if I use a Chinese calendar.

I guess we'll have to go with garlic after all.

Or just wait two weeks.

Maybe Shawn can eat the garlic?

Last Visit to Shady Grove?

Today I went by Shady Grove before work... a trip I've been avoiding for about 10 weeks now.

I had to drop off my Sharps container so they could empty all the needles as medical waste, and I donated a couple of shots that I purchased and never ended up needing in the process.

Why did I wait? I don't know.

Did I think I'd need those shots again sooner than I expected? That this may not all work out?

It's hard to believe that just four months ago, I went to the office almost every morning before work. Sometimes to get blood drawn, sometimes for an ultrasound... always walking into a crowded waiting room full of 20, 30 and 40-somethings all there for the same reason.

In the waiting room no one talks. So you have little do to while waiting besides playing "create a story". You can usually spot the 1st and 2nd time visitors. They haven't figured out the "routine" yet.

You can see the repeaters, just hoping this is their chance.

I was lucky. We are lucky.

We're lucky to live in a city where places like Shady Grove are even an option.

We're lucky to have health insurance that covers part of fertility treatments, even if it is a small amount.

We're lucky to have a "success" story to share with quite a bit of people who are in the same situation.

I hope whoever gets my donated shots is so lucky.

Daisy

As most of you know we have a great dog named Daisy. She brings us a great deal of joy but has become accustomed to the being the center of attention. To quote my brother "Somebody is getting ready to have their play pen torn up." I am sure she will do well with Tad but there will certainly a period of adjustment to say the least. Jack Russells sometimes are not the best dogs with children but Daisy appears to be OK. She gets a little excited -jumping and "kisses" but that is about it.

By the way while Daisy and I get along very well - she LOVES Susann. Susann left this morning to go to the grocery store and you would have thought the world was ending - I certainly was no substitute.