Breaking The Dress Code

I wonder if he remembers

Now that I'm adjusting to the idea that we will have yet another female around here, I've remembered something that happened long ago... back when the Mr. and I were just starting to date.

I had gone to the bathroom to pee when a certain thought entered my head. Not one to keep my thoughts to myself, I exited the toilet I shared with him the following:

"If we were to ever get married and have a little girl and then if something were to happen to me ... When you explained to her about her period, remember to tell her to hold the tampon string up so it doesn't get wet when she pees. I didn't know if you knew about that."

To his credit, he did not run for the door. He just smiled at me and said, "That's never going to happen." Leaving me to wonder, "Which part?". The Bastard.

So now that A) we are married and B) we will in fact have two girls... I'm left to wonder if he thinks me an invincible force of nature or if he in fact could not face the "Don't pee on your string" lecture.

Maybe I better remind him.

Here I was cruising along all excited about figuring out this blogging thing and two things happened.

1. Hurricane Season Started

and

2. We decided we didn't have enough stress and should increase the excitement around here by trying to conceive.

So all there is left to do is to recap I guess

Hurricanes .... Everyone of them that hit Florida was projected to come our way at some point. It was real enough that we continually brought in and took out lawn furniture and plants. Poor Parker thinks every rainy day is now a hurrican day. She sees rain in the forecase and says "Oh No Mama, it's "Cane again"

Work ... Oh I should also mention that my entire August was dedicated to the launch of a new intranet server on Sept 1. It went off without a hitch and I am a demi-god among those who now use it. Except that freaking Sharepoint has broken down in the last week and I can't figure out why....

TTC .... This is a strange and scary subject. We began this "project" in July thinking that it might take a month or so. After all we barely even tried the first time and boom there was Little Miss ready to grow. So by month 3 I was down right angry. Convinced that my ovaries had dried up and the Mr.'s sperm must now be swimming sideways I put together an exhaustive "doing it" schedule for month four and announced that no amount of hurricanes, colds, company or anything else would be an excuse not to follow through. We did in fact find ourselves very grateful that Ivan went left that week thereby freeing up some time for us even if he did deposit one house guest on our doorstep.

The master schedule appears to have worked and number 2 is on the way.

Of course the timeing could not have been worse... June ... as in the month we will move if Doctor Daddy takes a job outside of our current area.  Nothing like packing up a house when your nine months pregnant huh?

Well see ... guess that is all that much more reason to be lazy and try to stay nearby at a hospital in this area.

So that's all the major stuff. All objectives met. It was a heck of a third quarter that's for sure

The First Post

In the perfect example of my life, just as I find a way to take a few minutes away from work to get this blog up and running it is time to run and fetch the Puddin from her keepers. However in just a little while, after the mad dash, a little shopping, a little wine, Dora (okay more than a little wine) and some rocky-rocky - I'll be back to properly launch this puppy.