Thought.

Got an email from my grandma today, and whoever it was that forwarded it to her said:
"And you tho't the Harlem Globetrotters could handle a ball!"

I find it ironic that the three letters taken out of this word are the exact letters used to express disgust. Ugh is right.

Chicago!

We're planning a trip to Chicago in April, kind of for our anniversary, but mostly because Nick's never been and we want to have a vacation that's just the two of us before a baby comes. As much as I bitch about how I've been wanting to get knocked up and how it's been almost six months and I feel like it will never happen, I'm optimistic that it will be soon. So, I've been trying to look for activites that will still be fun when I'm fat.

As of right now: (notice - lots of food)
Leaving Thursday April 9th
Friday: weather permitting: the Lincoln Park Zoo (it's free!), Chicago-style hot dogs and pizza, visiting Navy Pier, a boat tour - one that goes up thru the city, and possibly includes lunch or dinner
Saturday: Sears or Hancock tower (not sure which), maybe a museum, Buckingham Fountain, Fogo de Chao (a Brazilian steakhouse - thanks for the tip, Jen!)
Sunday: sleeping late, driving home

Cute!

My camera takes pretty darn good videos. And our computer has a movie editor.
Here is what I've done:

This is hard.

It's been 5 months (in two weeks it will be six) and I'm starting to develop real animosity toward everyone who has the things that I so desperatley want. My cousins, my friends, my coworkers, even random people on the internet who post their ultrasound pictures.

Today I read another blog by a girl who's been TTC for over 2 years. She said she feels the way I do about other people who have what she wants, but that also she realized "the grass is always greener". She probably has something that other people envy.

It feels kind of wrong to try and think of something that I have that other people would want, but it's so easy to see that my relationship with my husband must be that thing. I can't imagine that anyone would look at our marriage and not envy it. I could go on and on listing his admirable qualities, but the truth is it's only perfect for me. No one else needs to know... no. No one else would understand why these things are so important.

Anyway, what I really want is to make a baby with this amazing man. I want to share him with someone because I know he will be as wonderful a father as he is a husband.

Stick baby, stick!

It's not as bad as I thought it would be.
The core of a pineapple tastes just like the rest of a pineapple, only chewier and less sweet.
Hope it works.

The pineapple express.

No, not the movie, the fruit. According to some message boards at thebump.com (where I am an on and off lurker) pineapple core contains bromelain enzymes which are supposed to help implantation by reducing inflammation. The suggestion was to slice the core of a pineapple into 5 sections and eat 1 piece each day after ovulation. Since I haven't been charting, I'm assuming I ovulated today (14 days before expected period).

Mom bought pineapple when she was here over New Years and made sure to bring me the core.
Sunday Nick went to the grocery and brought home a pineapple. Cute.

Good riddance.

2008 was poopy. I have a list of things to do in 09 working in my head. I'll post it when I finish it.

Having people over for New Years actually turned out really well! A little drinking, a little Rock Band, and a lot of laughs. Really a great night!