Hello world...

Hello world!

OK...I'm going to stop saying that I'll get better at this blogging thing. I've been trying to analyze why I haven't been blogging. This is what I've come up with:

1. I'm busy. Which I am. However, I'm pretty sure that when I spend 50+ hours in front of a computer a week, I can probably find 20 minutes to dedicate to this blog. So that one's out.
2. I'm lazy. Which I am. However, I would think that blogging would be a really good method of procrastination, avoiding other things that require real effort...like my job. So that one's out.
3. I'm not that into introspection these days. OK...this one might stick. Blogging requires a level of introspection that I may not be too comfortable with these days. Maybe it is just me...but when I want to avoid my own brain, I tend to become very busy and run myself ragged. Who knew my brain was such a scary place? (OK...here the wife would say "I knew it...all along...thoroughly frightening"...yeah...love you too honey)
4. I have no idea what the future holds for us in regards to parenthood...and the premise of this blog isn't quite as fun as it once was. This one might stick too. We are entering a whole new world with this "trying to have a baby" thing...one that frankly isn't so fun and cute, and just scares the crap out of me. Yeah...that one holds water.

OK...so, in avoiding introspection and the main topic, I've found myself sitting here at 10:30pm on a Friday night introspecting and discussing my ovaries again. For those of you still tuning in because you love me that much, I apologize. I'm lame today.

So...here's the deal. We have an appointment with fertility. Don't know what is going to happen there, but my OB says "you won't believe how fast it'll happen now"...gee...I hope she's right. Wish us luck there.

My life isn't getting any calmer, easier or less stressful. I hope my ovaries and eggs can handle it all...I'm strung a little tight these days. They should get used to it. I can hear their little 15 year old voices now..."yeah, my mom's always strung a little tight. That's why she makes us come to therapy every week...I think she needs it more than us"...yeah...screwing them up before conception. That's gotta be a new record.

All in all, we're here, we are surviving, and we have the small blessings we hold onto. The wife swears she still loves me even though I've put her through several levels of in-law hell over the past three months. You guys still love me...you still come by to check on me here, because you know I probably won't call...even though I hope you all know that I love you dearly. And I felt a bit of spring today while riding in the convertible with the wind in my hair. Maybe, just maybe, the winter will melt away, the flowers will bloom, and spring will bring new life. We can only hope.