less talking and more sleeping.

I just told my kids just that. I hear the strangest things come out of my mouth.

Do you do it too? Say something and jusg have to laugh at yourself?

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He is such a boy!

I know I've blogged about it before, but Karl is such a boy. The differences between him and his sister is night and day.

He is just so rough and tough. But I still get me some baby kisses and baby love. I hope he is a tad of a mama's boy as he grows up. Not too much, but a smidgen. :)

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I fought the law and the law won.

I've been thinking a lot about my ttc experiences since I wrote the post about it in my other blog.

I was mulling over what I said about liking my ivf/fet cycles. It sounds to me now I was saying I liked one bfp more than the others. I didn't mean for it to sound that way. I just meant I'm glad I experienced so much. Hell yeah I'm happy about getting a cycle #1 bfp! I'm just also happy I also fought (and won) some hard core bfps.

Without my IF, I would of never learned of this awesome community. First the ttc aspect, then the pregnancy and parenting blogs also. Parenting after infertility is way different then the "normal" parenting blogs. Not than any is better than another, its just that in happy to be a part of where I am now. We're bad ass parents!

Ask me seven years ago if I'd be explaining how I'm happy I wasn't fertile. I'd of probably be daydreaming of punching you in the face. I'm just so different now. It took a hard fight and some fabulous wins, but I'm thrilled I'm not fertile. Without my ttc battles, I wouldn't be the person I am now. And I like myself quite a bit! ~wink~

My infertility journey really showed what I was willing to go through to fill those empty seats at the dinner table. None of my babies were wanted more or less than the others. Just because I didn't "do" anything to get Allison, doesn't mean I wanted her less. But enduring surgeries, ivf, fet, injections, medications, monkey wands, hsgs, hsss, iuis and a shitload of other things including some substantial debt, just proves what I was willing to do to succeed.

I'd do everything again and again to get each of my children. knowing the feeling of succeeding, I know now every single thing I did was worth it. I would have done a lot more if I hadn't won yet. I'm glad I know that there was never a line of "too much" for me. I read about women not knowing when too much is enough. That's a question I'm glad I never had to come to. For ~me~, I think the question of too much would be age. Its an answer that is different with each woman and I had my cutoff age. But as far as surgeries, medications, procedures, etc, there was never too much. I'm glad I knew that.

Do you have knowledge of your own "when is enough too much?" answer?
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Its just not right ~wink~. But there is cuteness involved.

Karl was dancing tonight to my itunes (dropkick murphies, flogging Molly, pitchfork) actually, every was dancing. Then I notice Karl. He is wearing his social distortion onesie and a huge purple tutu. Karl was swirling around and I got the picture. Ill upload it here in a moment.

Poor baby boy. And this starts them dressing him up and going to tea parties. Poor little Karl. He is outnumbered.

But really, I don't care in regards to the gender sterotypes. If he want a purple tutu on, then so be it. My baby boy can play dress up and barbies if he wants to. Go Karl!

Let me go upload the picture.

He still is a pretty cute little guy, no?

The moment of rain ruined our day.

It rained for something like ten minutes. But it was enough for our city to turn off the two water fountains we have for the kids to play in.

There we were, all soaked in sunscreen and our swimming suits. But the only water was from the sprinkling from the sky.

Damn it. The kids were so disappointed. I was too. Not from the fountains, but from the looks on my children's faces.
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