I can't say for sure if I am totally cured, but the other day I realized I had lost my voice. My inner monolog. So I thought, why the hell not. I will start writing again damn it.
So here I am. Missed me?
My last post was a bit of a doozy eh? Well months later and not much has changed in that department. What has changed is the family made the permeant move to California. Yup. House in Seattle is rented and the house in California is fully occupied, along with a MIL. More on that later. But we are now Californians. Although my heart still feels as if she is a Seattleite. Not sure when that will end. I still refer to Seattle as home, and I still annoy my friends when I say, "well in Seattle we did this". I can see why that is annoying. :)
In the fertility department, I have just finished my first round of Clomid. A little pill that supposedly packs a heavy punch. I will know in May if it worked and if the universe will grant me one more monster. Seriously, how do you go 30 years fearing pregnancy to now paying good money to get knocked up. Makes no sense. So wish me luck and send me baby dust or what ever they call it. I need it. And please over night that shit.
Max is great and settled right back into California. He loves the house. Having a big ol' room. He loves his school and his new friends. Not much he needs besides his milk, snuggles, legos and hot wheels.
It's knowing the order in which he wants them thats the kicker.