Tubing on Lake Michigan

We went out on the boat this weekend. This was the first time Cameron went tubing. Only Uncle Bill was silly enough to get in the water (notice his wetsuit top) Of course, once one of the kids went out on the tube then the other two had to go as well. Cameron may be an only child, but with his two cousins less than a mile away, he might as well have an older brother and sister.

Notice the HUGE wave in front of the tube in the second picture? Woohoo, were they going fast, or what?

New Adventures in Fertility

So, we have been trying to get pregnant again. I was pregnant last fall but had a miscarriage. We did not succeed in getting pregnant on our own, so now we are back to the Infertility Clinic. We tried IUI (affectionately known as the "Turkeybaster") with my last cycle and no luck. Now, my bloodwork shows that I have entered into that wonderful stage of a woman's life called perimenapause. This means that my ovaries are starting to shut down, so babies in my future are even more limited than I thought.

An ultrasound showed that we can try IUI again this cycle, and see what happens. Even though my FSH was really high at 25, I still produced one follicle, which may produce one egg, which might meet up with one sperm, thus producing one baby that manages to hang in there for the full term. No wonder they call this a miracle!

What amazes me is that before I got the bloodwork showing that my FSH was so high, I felt like a woman in my 20's. I know I don't look like one, but I still see that young girl in my head. I get this magic number, and all of a sudden I feel old. All of a sudden, I feel middle-aged. Logically, I know that I am not any different that I was before the bloodwork, but....

It's like I pictured my life as always climbing this hill, always moving forward, always working toward something. I knew that at some point, I would reach the top and then would spend the rest of my life sliding back down the other side, enjoying the fruits of my labors. I don't feel like I'm anywhere near the top of my particular hill. However, according to that bloodtest, my body or at least the reproductive part of my body topped the hill and has started the slide down the back half. I'm not ready for that, I don't know if I'd ever be ready for that. However, apparently just like all other women, I don't have any choice in the matter.

Enough complaining! I'm kicking myself in the butt and gonna head to the beach with my family. Have a great 4th of July weekend.

Cameron, David and I took off for an evening at the beach last week. Course, the beach is only 2 miles down the road. The unfortunate part is that this was the first time we had gone there this summer! We will definitely be going again!

And Six Months Later.....

It is amazing how life and time seem to just disappear into thin air the older I get. Next month is my 20 year high school reunion. 20 years! I'm sorry but when I look in the mirror I still see the 20-something kid I think I am (and usually act like!) My Mom just had to rub in that when she was 39 years old, I was a junior in high school. Okay, that is just mean! And I'm not 39 yet, I have until October to enjoy just being 38. Thank you very much.

So, I logged onto the website for my high school reunion. I even added my name to the classmate listing. After looking at a couple of pictures of people, I've decided that while I see the 20-something me in the mirror. Sure as shootin' no one else will. I'm not sure I have aged as well as my classmates.

That said, I seriously doubt I will be going to my high school reunion. Unless someone out there has an airbrush machine that works on real people, rather than just pictures!

One way for me to unwind is to read the blogs of my friends. I usually end up pointing them out to my co-hort in crime, also known as my office mate, because she needs an explanation of why hot coffee just shot out my nose as I am laughing outrageously. Then we both get a good laugh, which brings in the rest of the staff to see what all the noise is about. (Did I mention that you can measure my laughter on the Richter scale?)

I guess the first part of this message is to thank all my friends for all the laughs from me, my office mate and the rest of my staff. The second part is that I have realized that I am no where near as creative or as witty as said friends. I don't end up posting anything on my own blog because I can't think of much to say. But these guys come up with hilarious, well thought out, views on life that I just don't think of.

So, here you go guys...Thanks for the thought-provoking, laugh-inducing, incredibly creative things you write and create in your blogs. I can only aspire to reach your level. Now, bend over pull the sunshine out of your butt that I just blew up there and write me something funny!

Okay, I know I'm biased, but you have to admit the kid is awfully cute! It has been a fun Christmas season this year. Cameron realized he can rip open all those packages under the tree and drive Mom crazy with a set of jingle bells!