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Feeling a little blue

Unfortunately not the clearblue, which is the blue we all want to be feeling am I right? Well, except if it brings you a BFN.

I worked nightshift tonight and PJ Storytime was on a my Library. It was quite confronting to see so many toddlers running about the library. Don’t get me wrong, I love PJ Storytime… normally and it is always packed. But we are coming up to the end of the first cycle since my surgery and to be honest I am kinda packing it. Which is stupid really because the chances of me being pregnant are very slim, we didn’t fool around as much as we should have due to Hubby’s work being ridiculously busy and having him in overtime constantly.

So I keep telling myself these things, we didn’t have enough super mega fun happy time, we did do it around the right times, but not a lot so there is every chance that nothing happened. Aren’t I supposed to keep hope up though? I don’t know anymore. I guess I have been so full of hope for other cycles and the fallout has been terrible so I am not letting my hope get up this cycle. I still think the fallout will be bad though.

I think all of this is heightened tonight because I go and see the specialist tomorrow for the first time since surgery and I know he is going to ask about my weight (which had gone up a couple of kilos, but those are almost all off now) and because I haven’t lost his magical 10kgs number we won’t go forward with IVF yet. To be honest I am not too upset if we just try for a couple of cycles, maybe the clean out and flush and ovarian drilling he did will have some effect.

I feel like I am at a crossroads at the moment. I know what I need to do moving forward if I am honest, but man it is hard for me. I have been making small life changes with the aim of making them habits (which I have), but I feel like I am going to have to do something drastic diet wise for awhile to really get the kgs off, but then I know they will come back on again. Man this is hard.

IF sufferers unite 🙂

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Baby names

In the past friends have randomly hailed me a baby psychic due to my uncanny ability to guess when people close to me are pregnant before they have told anyone – and in a couple of cases before the person themselves knew. I also seem to have a pretty good hit rate on guessing the sex of the baby. I don’t know why… no I do not think I am psychic and no I will not be able to do it for you. It only works with people I am really close to, I just know! So weird, but anyway I digress…

Over the past year people have changed (or evolved) that opinion of me – they now think I am a stork or something. I think last year was just a huge baby year, but it seemed that a huge majority of the people I regularly spend time with fell pregnant. Out of 12 pregnancies only 1 was planned! And in 3 cases the fact they are pregnant is a miracle in itself, one has had 4 miscarriages – she is now 6 months pregnant, one has cystic fibrosis and was told she wouldn’t be able to have children – she is expecting a baby girl in a few months and the third my maid of honour who found out she was pregnant the morning of my wedding was told she would probably not be able to have children due to being very ill with Anorexia for years. She and her husband have now been married 5 years and they have never fallen pregnant. It does seem a little bit more than coincidence really, you might think 12 pregnancies out of all the friends and family I have might not be much… my hubby and I each had 4 attendants. 2 of his groomsmen’s wives popped not long before the wedding, one of my bridesmaids popped just 2 months before the wedding and another found out she was pregnant the day of the wedding (meanwhile if you count back – she got pregnant after my hens night haha). So half of our attendants had babies in the lead up to the wedding… my 2 brothers gf’s had babies and one is pregnant for the second time now too… crazy stuff.

So obviously I have been exposed to a lot of baby name talk… bit more than I can handle sometimes. My first nephew is named Hendrix (yes his father is a muso),

Hendrix

Hendrix

they are about to have another boy and want another music related name for him (well my brother does at least). So I tried to think of some not-to-freaky ones for them to consider… here’s what I came up with:

  • “Lyric” is kinda cool.
  • “Dorian” is a music node also known as Russian minor.
  • “Reed” like for a sax is cute, but would probably spell it “Reid”.
  • “Cash” like Johnny Cash – not the biggest fan of the name Cash though.
  • “Travis” as in Barker.
  • “Coda” could be another good one.
  • “Harper” is Harp player.
  • “Chord”.
  • “Halen” like Van Halen

Most recent discussions have hailed “Zakk” as in Wylde as the most popular on their current list. I love them and all, but why complicate things by messing with a name like “Zack”? I could take ‘Zac’ or even ‘Zak’ but why is there an extra ‘k’?

Zakk Wylde

Zakk Wylde

Some people are so cruel when they name their children, my Aunt’s partner for example is named Richard Edward Bloggs [surname changed for protection from embarrassment]. Therefore all his life he has been called, ‘Dick-Ed’, he is now 60… poor bloke… mean name award to his parents.

The worst I have EVER heard was from my friend at flight centre (she showed me proof so this is not a story) she had a lady come in to book a flight. Van asked for her name, the lady replied, “Ladasha”, Van questioned the spelling as she wrote, “so is that L-A-D-A…” the lady interrupted, “No, no, no La-Dash-A”. Van asked her to spell it for her, the lady replied, “L-A-DASH-A”, Van gave up and asked her to write her name down… her name was quite seriously and literally spelt “La-a”. Mean name award to her parents.

And don’t even get me started on the bloody celebrities naming their children, Apple, Astronaut, Blue, Sunday, what’s next? Banana?

Hi my name's Banana

Hi my name's Banana

I remember a friend telling me that her husband was rejected from filing their son’s birth papers, their name is Walker, they named their son Luke and the father decided to change the middle name to Skye between leaving his wife in the hospital and getting to Births, Deaths and Marriages. Apparently the lady looked at the sheet, looked at him and said, “your wife doesn’t know about this does she?” she shamed him into leaving! Good human award to her!!!

Rule of thumb people, if you would be embarrassed to have the name as an adult… don’t give to your children. Age old rule of think before you act!