That La Kid

wishin' an' hopin'!

Just in case this pregnancy nonsense pans out, I’m eating more roughage.  I watched this documentary called, “Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead.”  This guy drinks juice, and only juice, all day every day for 60 days.  It sounds crazy, but the whole premise was that he is nursing his body back to health and drastically switching from a meat and potatoes guy to a “stuff that is green” guy.  What got to me wasn’t the incredible weight loss, but a look at the average American dinner plate.  It’s 50% meat, 25% vegetable (maybe) and 25% starchy white potatoes or some kind of white bread.  And I wash it all down with a couple of sodas.

I don’t really mind fruits and vegetables.  My Dad, for example, could never do the juice thing, because he doesn’t really like carrots – much less carrot juice.  I like carrots, well, at least I can tolerate them.

Okay, so, for breakfast today and yesterday, I had Kashi Something-Or-Other cereal.  You know?  That hippie cereal with all the good crap in it?  I threw in a handful of blueberries.  I did have a burger yesterday – but I didn’t want to throw it out.  It was leftover from my birthday lunch.  Tuesday and Wednesday I had a big ol’ honkin’ salad with dark leafy greens.  The Tuesday one also had cucumber and green pepper in there.

Wait, wait, let me do it this way:
Tuesday: Huge salad w/ green pepper, pear, cucumber.  Cereal with blueberries. Chicken spaghetti
Wednesday: Cereal with blueberries.  Big dark green salad.  Banana. Carnitas burrito from Chipotle
Thursday:  Cereal with blueberries. Banana. Corn on the cob (x2).

Plus, I’m drinking water.  I’m sipping a soda right now and it’s very, “meh.”  Alright, so the diet’s not perfect.  Basically, it’s what I normally did, one meal a day at dinnertime, plus some healthy stuff.  But, I can’t go wrong cutting out the soda.   I can’t go straight to juice.  Pregnant people are supposed to do a lot of milk, right?  Don’t they say that?  So, I’m trying to do milk daily.  And eat something for every color of the rainbow everyday.

I don’t like bananas… but I’m willing to suffer through it.   I also think my lack of eating vegetables has to do with my skin burning so easily.  I forget the connection, but the guy in the movie said something about how the green stuff helps turn sunlight into something.    Tom and I both at one point during the movie looked at each other and were like, “why are they talking to us like we’re 5? Oh, right, because we never learned this stuff.”

So, on today’s menu… I need to add something red, and something green.  An orange wouldn’t hurt, although oranges and yellows are kind of grouped together. ( http://jointhereboot.com/reboot-program/simple-eating-guidelines/ )  How many servings of fruit and vegetables are you supposed to eat per day?  I have no clue.  I’ll have to look into that.  I feel like it was 5 or 6.   Ok, i Googled it and it’s 2 – 4 fruits, 3 – 5 veggies.

It felt good to go shopping in the produce section and no where else.  It’s like… man… why haven’t we been doing this all along?  Why am I surprised that a diet of processed foods from boxes have left me feeling as bland as their cardboard packaging? And my addiction to soda is downright scary.

I’m thinking about a salad with pears and strawberries.  Maybe some walnuts, too.  It’s nice to feel excited about this stuff.  No weight change.  I don’t really care.  I will eventually join a pool or something to lose weight.  But, even if I’m fat… can’t go wrong eating all this green stuff, right?

Another thing that sticks out in my mind is:
“Use Sparingly: Refined Grains—White Bread, Rice, and Pasta; Potatoes; Sugary Drinks and Sweets; Salt”

Sparingly. That blows my mind. Sparingly. Sparingly is just a tiny pinch, right?  So, no more Velveeta Shells n’ Cheese every night.  No more chugging Cherry Coke.  I’m avoided stuff in boxes.  The less processed the better.

Exciting!

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you ARE NOT the father

Today is a milestone. It’s officially the longest that I have ever gone between periods, which makes me hopeful and sad at the same time. Hopeful because maybe this time is our time! Sad because this has all happened before, multiple times, and will probably just happen again – setting bigger and longer personal records.

So, I was watching a bit of Maury today, which rounds out my top 3 as far as daytime television is concerned, and it was a typical paternity test episode. It freaking blows my mind how many people are able to have kids while so many of us in the TTC universe continue to POAS and get -HPT’s with 0 hGC, would kill for a BFP, meanwhile it’s been 8 freggin weeks since my LMP… AFNW (that’s a new one, I just learned that one, just now)… ***Baby Dust to ALL***

wtf is with the baby dust crap… I don’t get it. Do other bloggers think I’m an asshole bc I don’t sprinkle baby dust on my posts? ASTERISKS! HAVE SOME SEX! ASTERISKS!

Anyway… so, I’m kickin’ back, suckin’ down some Velveeta Shells & Cheese on the couch watching Maury during Judge Judy’s commercial breaks and there’s this lady on stage that went to Vegas one weekend and gang-banged DOS hombres in UNA NOCHE. (They were black – idk where my spanish came from.) The episode is called “4 Women, 4 Babies… Is Sam the Father?” and originally aired on 11/5/2010, but I can’t ‘xactly find a transcript to see how that one turned out.

So, anyway… this lady goes to Vegas for a fun-filled weekend and gets filled with some strangers’ little swimmers (and while we’re on the subject, uh, hello? STDs much?) and she gets pregnant. Of course. And, it’s not just her! A typical Maury episode has, like, a dozen women who don’t know who fathered their little “surprises.”

NOT FAIR.

What a waste. We’re trying so haaard, my committed, lifelong soulmate and I. I have this friend on facebook that I often commiserate with who’s also trying so haaard… and got nothin’. So, I don’t know. Are the people on Maury less entitled to have a baby? Less deserving just because it’s not planned? Maybe. Yeah, for real, maybe. I guess that sounds AWFUL, but for real… One year I really wanted a laptop at a Black Friday sale, so after Thanksgiving dinner I went to Walmart and started the line. I slept outside – and it was the coldest night EVER. Lots of people showed up at 4:30 AM for the store opening at 5. I wanted a laptop more I guess, because I worked a lot harder. I sacrificed my whole night. I was in line for, like, 8 HOURS! I was there FOREVER! Did I deserve a laptop more than them? You betcha’.

And don’t get me started on this Casey Anthony lady. She got to have this beautiful little girl (like, srsly, the only thing I fear more than no baby is an ugly baby) and drugged her lil’ girl, or drowned her, then taped her face shut.

NOT FAIR.

How do you feel about Kit Avery? I saw “Avery” on a piece of stationery on Etsy, and was all, “Tom, what about Kit Avery La?” He likes it a lot. I keep suggesting “Kit Camille La” and he keeps responding, “Kit Chameleon?” He picked the Kit, he might as well pick the Avery. I’m happy that it’s not Chloe or Madison or Bella* or Oliva or some other name that everyone else has. Sounds like a cowboy name. No wait, I am thinking of Tex Avery.

*#1 Names for 2010 were Jacob and Isabella. No joke. Twilight, huh? Crazy right?

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to whom it may concern

Dear Baby I May Never Have,

If I ever get knocked up, and you are born, and you are a girl, and your name is Kit, this is why.

You dad and I were talking baby names on our drive from Charlotte to Charlottesville last Saturday morning. Ever since my period decided not to show up 3 weeks ago, baby naming has become a bit of a hobby for us both. Not because we’re expecting you, but because we’ve always been wishin’ and hopin’. 

I don’t remember how it started, I think because I like names that hearken back to simpler days when kids still ate dirt and no one really cared. You know? Like, names that my grandparents and their classmates would have had. Charlotte. Lillian. Emma. Ruby. Louise. Truman. John. I hate to say it, but I really like Verna, too. Vera is good, like Vera Wang – but I like Verna with an “n” in it. It goes back to this ol’ firecracker that I worked with at Rag Shop when I was in high school. I loved that lady. 

On that old-timey note, your dad, to the best of his ability, started naming off American Girl dolls. I am really impressed, because he started right away with my 2 favorites, which are retired by the way, Samantha and Felicity. He REALLY liked Felicity. I like that he is sensitive enough to think about the things that I love. It means so much that he thought to think of AG dolls. You know what I mean? Who does that? Anyway, I took the reigns and started naming everybody else: Kirsten, Addy, Josephina, Kaya, Molly, Kit… 

“KIT!” We almost swerved off the road. “I LOOOVE THE NAME KIT!” Tom was freaking out. 

I can’t resist that kind of enthusiasm. Like, this whole trying to have a baby thing is based on his enthusiasm in the first place. I could do the baby thing, but it’s scary. I wouldn’t mind having a kid – but I don’t know whether or not I’m cut out to be a grown-up yet. However, when I see how excited he is, it becomes this thing that I would love to do for him. It turns into this whole different creature. I don’t know it I would have picked it, but I really don’t mind it either way. So someday, if I ever have you and you ever ask, I can say – despite what anyone else may think – your name is Kit because your dad LOVED that name.

Incidentally, the name of the American Girl, Kit, is a nickname. “Kit” is short for Margaret Mildred Kittredge. Your mom’s grandma was Gramma Mildred. Weird coincidence. Moving on.

*facepalm* I bought a dress for you to wear to Kelly’s wedding. The wedding is a year away – and I don’t even know whether or not you actually exist. Proof positive that I am just crazy enough to name you after a toy. 

By the way, finding a n̶i̶c̶k̶n̶a̶m̶e̶ middle name to pair with such an awesome first name is proving to be a real challenge. All we’ve come up with so far is Cloudkicker.

Let me know what you think.
Love, 
Mom?

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george

I have this calendar online that automatically color codes my days. Don’t know what that means? Yeah. Neither did I until about an hour ago. Apparently, fertile days are yellow, pre-fertile days are light yellow, infertile days are purple, and the default color is light purple. It’s frustrating – the entire month of July is light yellow, the 6 – 13 of August are regular yellow, the rest is purple and it’s all making me blue in the face.

I’m on day 52 of my current cycle. Nice. Almost 2 months with no sign of George. I’m kind of glad. Hate that guy.

Feeling really crampy tonight.. no me gusta. I felt like that when I was first suspicious of pregnancy, but it all subsided when I got my first -hpt a week ago. (Look at me, all fancy with the lingo. That’s “negative home pregnancy test” people.) So, all crampy, my boobs hurt… there was something else I was going to say, but I forget what it was… anyway: it all seems to me like George is on his way, and this looks to be a repeat of the Feb. – Apr. situation. The great passover. My buddy George, my Auntie Flo, passed over me for the month of March.

Backaches! That was it. That was the other ting, but I think it’s from sweeping.

So, it’s all kind of teasing me with pregnancy symptoms… but since they’re remarkably similar to George, and bc of my -hpt, I’m not getting my hopes up.

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