It has been brought to my attention that I need to pay more attention to this page (again)(and again)(and yet again). I agree (again)(and again)(at some point I’m just going to delete and start over but what the hell, it’s already here).
Welcome to my little place of insanity!
If you have the grand distinction of having stumbled upon this site- welcome! Why don’t you just sit a spell? Take your coat off and stay awhile? Okay enough with the cliches.
On with the introduction…
I am now 29 30
31 32, doing this on my ipad and can’t figure out how to strike through but I’m now 33 years old and no longer a newlywed (side note: what exactly is the cutoff for newlywed distinction? Or is it even a time issue? Maybe you cross the newlywed threshold the moment your husband goes to the bathroom with the door open or you no longer get that immediate weird feeling when you introduce him as your husband. Hmmm, I don’t know). still married. haven’t killed him yet.
I’m still trying to get knocked up. Had a few tests run… all normal, of course. So we are moving on hopefully here in the next couple of months.
We are in the limbo stage of still trying to get pregnant but at the same time trying to figure out how to “move on”. Move on isn’t really the right sentiment but it comes to a point where you can’t focus everything on getting pregnant anymore. You can’t make decisions based on when you get pregnant and when you have kids. You have to start making decisions and plans for now and not let that mythical pregnancy become a factor.
We are your typical left brain/right brain couple. He is an IT contractor with the DoD while I am, once again always, an unemployed music director/liturgist. After years of searching for jobs and coming up empty I finally somehow landed a gig writing a weekly column for a local newspaper. I am also currently trying to learn the craft of screenwriting in hopes of getting a job in sitcom writing someday.
two three dogs- Ginger, Bronco, and baby Ninja, who (as documented often) are often subjected to my camera in their face while I torture them with the promise of a treat if they will just sit and look at the camera!
If you would like more information, you can always check out this post, or check out my about.me page. If that doesn’t answer all your questions, then it probably wasn’t any of your damn business anyway.
Thanks for stopping by, and enjoy your stay!