Wow, it's been 9 months since I last wrote??? What is wrong with me?
Well a lot has happened in 9 months. Last September my niece Eliza headed off to kindergarten, which made me happy for her and wistful at the same time. She is doing well and just loves school, like her brother, and she always makes me proud.
Speaking of her brother, he just turned 7 last Tuesday, which inspired a philisophical discussion between me and my husband. We both think that we feel older when we watch other people grow older than we do if we just think about our age. I guess that's because physically we don't feel older, but emotionally we do when we watch the kids age. Hubby said he feels old when he thinks of his dad turning 70 in three years. We gave Andrew a Bakugan PSP game and he was over the moon about it. He started Little League baseball this past Saturday (the 12th) and I think his sister is going to take dance lessons this summer.
Football season didn't go all that well, but I had a good time cheering for my team anyway. The season was marred by the death of our band director before the Michigan game last September. He was only 52 and had a massive heart attack while the band was in route to Michigan to perform the halftime show. Apparently the band had stopped in Ohio to spend the night and they were going to perform at a high school when he wasn't feeling well. The staff tried to talk him into going to the hospital but he said he would after the show. He collapsed back stage and the students found out at 11:00 that night that he died. The whole football season was a tribute to him, especially the UMass/New Hampshire game at Gillette stadium. Sad stuff, but his legacy of music will go on forever.
Bill and I attempted another in vitro cycle in October, but worse than the other four, I couldn't even complete the cycle. My body wasn't producing enough hormones to sustain egg development, and during November I just had to stop cold turkey. To say I was devestated would be an understatement, but I tired not to let it get me down.
The holidays came too quickly as usual, but our time with our familes was invaluable. We actually had snow in Richmond the day after Christmas which was a first in a long while. The last time I can remember the weather crapping out at Christmas was in 1998. Anyway it was a great time, and I was wistful to start another new year, but hopeful that things will be better all the way around for everyone this year.
January and February slammed us with snow. I'd say between January 12th and the end of February we got over 5 feet of snow/ice/etc. Fortunately now we are at the time of year where we're finally starting to thaw out a bit. I don't work for an office where I can just take time off when weather gets bad. We were closed twice though which was nice, but trying to get to Springfield in even the slightest bad weather is not for the faint of heart.
We got started with another invitro cycle on February 19th and for the same reasons that we couldn't finish in November, we couldn't finish this one either. Now our last hope really is to basically napalm my system into responding. The doctors want to meet with me and my husband to discuss this new strategy. I'm trying not to stress about it but I'm failing miserably I think.
Winter workouts are in full swing but this year for the first time they are at 8:30 in the morning instead of 6, so that's a huge relief when my hubby can leave with me to go to work instead of getting up at 4:45. Spring practice will start at the end of the month and it's hard to believe that time is already upon us.
On the writing front, I've been brainstorming an idea for a political thriller novel with my husband.
Hope to see some of you around soon!