Of Cervixes and Coffee

Had another cervical check this morning, and I'm oh so glad to report that it continues to do it's job; that is, it's staying tightly closed even under pressure. The Bee's heartbeat was 145, which was right on target, as was the size of my uterus. After everything we went through to try to get here, we're incredibly grateful that this pregnancy has been fairly uneventful. My acne, has, in fact, cleared up beautifully and I am currently enjoying a complexion unseen since before puberty. The scars are still there, but no new events. So yay for me!

On Saturday I had the delightful pleasure of meeting up with Thalia for coffee, although it wound up being yummy salads. She was such a lovely and graceful person and I feel privileged to be able to meet her IRL. That was just so neat. Regrettably I was terribly late but Thalia was rather gracious and I sincerely appreciated it. I'm not very experienced at navigating Manhattan traffic, but I held my own and made it in and out just fine.

Work has been busy; Mr. Right is working on a very long term project which requires him to work 16 hour days until the deadline is met. The deadline approaches this Friday, but it appears that will need to be extended. We're working with several off-site illustrators to get this project completed, and it's just a tremendous amount of work. The client has been thrilled with the work that has been produced thus far and is a bit flexible on the date they receive their project, so that is helpful. That means I'll be traveling to my Dad's alone this weekend to celebrate his birthday and Christmas, but I'll still have fun (although I wish Mr. R could join us). I visited my Mom's for Christmas this past Saturday (large part of the reason I was late for my meeting with Thalia), which was the complete opposite of fun. However, lucky you, I met with my therapist last night to discuss so I don't need to vent all this crap here. To be honest, I actually get tired of talking about it. A tremendous pet peeve of mine is complaining about problems but not fixing them. If I have a problem, I want to figure out how to remedy it; I don't want to sit here kvetching about it endlessly. It's annoying as hell, to me included! So yay for therapy!

That's one of the aggravating things about ART; here you have a problem and you're so desperately trying to fix it, but aside from doing all you can, there's nothing else you can do. A lot of it is trying and then playing the wait-and-see game. This is a problem we would do anything to fix, but you get to a certain point where it's out of your hands. I'm really hoping 2006 will be a better, more fruitful year for everyone. May you all have the families you so desire. Until then, I'm happy to read about all your journeys towards parenthood.