This and That

I'm terrible.  I know.  No need to mention it.  I keep thinking to myself that I need to write an actual blog post, but I keep finding other things to do.  I don't know why.  Maybe I just feel like there's nothing really to say?  I don't know.  But, I'm sorry nonetheless.  Let's see...what's going on?

There's a lot of drama going on at work right now (one of the hazards of working with all women, I think).  It's seriously ridiculous.  It makes my shifts seem to go on forever and my days off go by in a flash.  I'm so not a fan. 

One of my favorite coworkers is going PRN (meaning she doesn't have an actual bid, she only works when they need her), and I'll miss seeing her a lot.  However, her leaving will, in theory, mean her bid will be open.  Here's where it gets tricky.  The long-term goal for our family is for me to stay home as much as possible to be with the children (well...child, right now).  We plan to be one of those freaky homeschooling families with all the kids (or maybe just one kid?)!  I'd love to go down to the 32 hour bid that my friend had, but it makes me nervous!  I mean, I currently make half our income, so the idea of so drastically reducing my hours freaks me out a little.  My mom will tell you that their finances never worked on paper, but it somehow always worked.  The problem is, I dig it when it works on paper, too! 

I know that this is what God wants from us, but it's so hard to make that step.  The devil, in all his wisdom, places things on my mind that I might not be able to do if I reduce my hours (or he brings up expenses all of a sudden as if to say, "See!  What would happen if you didn't work as much as you do now?!? huh?!?").  For example, my oven decides to breathe it's last breath, or my 18-55mm lens decides to stop auto-focusing for no reason at all, or it's Christmas-time, or I realize that I might someday want to have a house that wasn't built before there was indoor plumbing.  (Mama, if you're reading this, don't be offended about your house!  We love it!  I just aspire to someday have a bathroom that is too big to put a foot in the bathtub while on the toilet and washing your hands!)  Don't you just hate that crafty devil?  He's the worst.

So, anyway, that's a big thing on my mind right now.  My friend's bid hasn't even been posted, yet, so it may not be an issue at all.  Still...I'm a worrier.  I come by it honest.  I'd appreciate any prayer or real-world advice any of you could give me.  Perhaps one of you is rich and looking for a young family to adopt?  We're cute.  And awesome.  And I made a killer broccoli-cheese soup for supper.

On the infertility front, we're pretty much same old, same old.  I haven't been temping this cycle, because I get so tired of my temps looking super stupid as a result of working nights. (TMI Alert) But, mid-cycle, I always try to get us on an every-other-day schedule if at all possible.  I noticed some fertile cervical fluid the other day, and informed Nick to "think sexy thoughts" because I would be requiring his services when I was done in the shower.  lol  He said, "Uh...ok.  Let me change Asher's diaper and turn on WonderPets!"  I laughed and apologized that he had to deal with a broken wife who uses him for his sperm at odd times of day.  (Ok...I didn't actually say that last part aloud, but I thought it.)  Anyway, I haven't noticed any other signs, so we'll see if my body decided to actually do something right or not.  (TMI over)

We need to get our Christmas pictures taken so Nick can design our Christmas cards.  I think I'll have someone who I'd trust with my camera come over and take our picture by the Christmas tree after we put it up.  I'll be sure to post the pic and the final card design on here so you can see it.  (Completely off-topic, but why is James Pickens, Jr. from Grey's Anatomy doing a radio spot about getting your horses vaccinated?)

I think that's probably about it.  Congrats on making it to the end of this rambling post.