So, I am trying to get a start on my Christmas gifts. This year I am determined to have all hand made gifts. That means that I have to get off my ass on my days of and actually do something. I have been working on my moms quilt for at least a year and the top isn’t even finished. I have like 55 more blocks to go! I am making her a log cabin out of burgundy and different shades of green. It really will be beautiful when it’s done. I am also running way behind on the quilted hand bags I am making for my MIL and sisters. I did make myself one just to try out the pattern and let me just say it’s no V.B. Not by a long shot. I originally started learning to quilt just so I could make our baby quilt but since we haven’t got a baby it just sits in the rubbermaid bin. I need to give it away and I have tried several times but it just keeps coming back to me…literally. I gave it to a lady but then she found out she was having twins and she gave it back. She moved to Atlanta a week later and never gave me her address so I couldn’t send it. The only quilts I have managed to finish were a throw for my MIL and a baby quilt for my cousins wife. Boy were they cute though.
I suppose it is time to introduce you to my next topic – TTC. We have been trying for a baby for about 3 years now (consistent) – longer than that if you count the couple of times before. Anyway, we have been through brothers, anonymous donors, friends, even someone we met online (and we all know how safe that is NOT). We just couldn’t justify spending thousands of dollars to get pregnant when normal people do it all the time. After we got over that we went to the doctor and got some Clomid and said goodbye to the simple days of the little cup and syringe and Hello to the world of infertility. I have come to loathe that word. It hold so many couples hostage. So, we have tried IUI with the doc once and it didn’t work. This month we couldn’t foot the bill so we went the old fashioned way. I know what your thinking and no…not that old fashioned :0) We are going to try again with the doc next month since we have 6 vials at “the bank” just waiting to get in there and do their thing.
I would say that this experience has taught me patience but honestly – I have learned so much more than that. I have learned trust, understanding, humility and love. I could say that I miss the days when we weren’t trying – when we were oblivious to our problem…but I don’t. These last couple of years have been filled with heartbreak (after her miscarriage) and disappointment (my false positive) but through it all we have grown closer and our relationship is stronger because of it. Yeah, these ARE the good ole’ days.