November 7, 2009

My awesome cousin texted me earlier today and said she was waiting on my next post. I told her that I had a busy day and was planning on posting later, but I was also unsure of what to say today. So I guess I'll just go with it.

*I have been taking fertility treatments trying to get pregnant with #2. Today was my last day of Folistim injections. I have a doctor's appointment on Monday to see how everything is looking so far. I know every acronym there is out there about TTC (trying to conceive): BFP, AF, CD, BMS, PCOS, O, DH. You get my drift. My DH (darling husband) informed me earlier this week that if I get pregnant with more multiples he will call Dr. Kevorkian and ask for some assistance. How supportive.

*Almost eleven weeks ago I joined a "Couch to 5k" training program with a local running store. You run with a group twice a week, and they train you to run a 5k in twelve weeks. My goal race is on the 22nd of this month and I'm pumped about it. Too bad I'm losing weight and getting into shape to then hopefully ruin it by getting knocked up.

*I watched 20/20 last night to see the interview with Rihanna. Very good, very interesting.

*I also watched the premiere of Platinum Babies last night. What a waste of thirty minutes. $125 for a D&G dress for an infant? $70 for a designer swimsuit for a newborn? Disgusting. But I know I'll tune in next week for the chick with a $40k budget for the baby nursery.

*I love the UFC. DH is watching Saturday Night Fights on CBS right now but they just don't measure up to Dana White and Anderson Silva.

*Tomorrow I'm taking engagement pictures for my co-worker's sister. No pressure.

I think that's all for now. I'm dying for a peanut butter sundae with peanut butter cup ice cream from Braum's.

November 6, 2009

My blog virginity

After much hemming and hawing, I decided to start a blog. I look at it as having a public and hopefully much read journal, except I won't have to worry about my mom snooping through my stuff and reading it and trying to hide it back exactly like she found it.
I'm not sure what I need to tell about myself. It's like when you meet someone for the first time and you want to make a good impression. Do I go ahead and spill all my dirty secrets on this - our first "date"? Should I keep up this facade, and act like there's not a stomach pooch being held captive by my Spanx? Or do I just need to let it all hang out - my stomach pooch, stretch marks, swearing, drinking and love of all things reality TV.
Hmmm...we'll see.