New Year's Resolution for 2011

I have one already...

Not inviting anyone I don't know that well to stay with me. I did it and have learned from my mistake...this is something that will only happen ONCE.

I'm not sure why my overseas guest thought it was ok to stay with me for twelve days, five of which were at our beach house up the coast and then leave with just a

"thank you for having me, had a great time, bye".

No thank you gift, not even a thanks-for-the-free-accommodation card.

Am I being harsh? I think not. It's not like my guest paid for the majority of our dining out, and we ate out every night except one, where I had friends over for a bbq. I can go on, but it will just make me mad again and I feel as though I've been taken advantage of.

I will also add this...the morning of departure, guest put the sheets in the washing machine. That.was.it. Then the cab came. WHOOPEE. I was left to dry the sheets, wash the towels, tidy up the rest of the bedroom and then there was the bathroom. This really skeeved me out. I walked into the bathroom to find toothpaste on the vanity and...ready...NAIL CLIPPINGS IN THE SINK. Like guest was staying in a hotel.

WTF. I mean, I generously opened my home and this is what I got in return.

So I apologize in advance to anyone who is planning on visiting me in the future. I will be doing some due diligence before I agree to having anyone stay.

N x

Mini Vacation

I seem to have had friends from NY staying with me off and on, since before Christmas.
First it was my girlfriend and her daughter, and now a guy friend from upstate NY.

He arrived last weekend and to break up his trip, I decided a couple of weeks ago, that we'd go up the coast...which is where I am now, no laptop, and I'm making myself blind with all my iPhone typing. I need glasses to read but I rarely have them when and where I AM. Like now, I'm laying in the shade on the beach and my glasses are nowhere nearby. So I'm typing and squinting.

I started acupuncture again last week in anticipation of my being able to get pregnant in the first part of this year. I'm going to call the clinic on Monday as sure everyone's finally back on deck at their respective jobs. I lovey acupuncturist...he's nurturing and doesn't hurt. I asked about herbs and he gave me something to take twice a day. They're crystals, not the awful dry stuff you have to boil up and drink that, no matter what it is, tastes like I would imagine old stinky socks, cat poo and mud would taste...and smell.
What my lovely acupuncturist offered, I take a spoonful and dissolve it on my tongue then drink lots of water.

Forgot to bring it with me to the beach, but it's not like I really need it here. My overseas visitor is JUST A FRIEND. There is absolutely no chemistry, much to a lot of my other friends dismay. So I'll begin my herb schedule next week, when I return.

Two and a half more weeks til New York.

Bye Bye 2009

I meant to write this yesterday, I REALLY did, but I procrastinated for too long and ran out of time. By procrastinated, I mean reading other people's end of year blogs and chatting to friends on FaceBook and Twitter.

The past decade I've been married and divorced and have lived in three countries, in two hemispheres and have moved house more times than I care to count. I've made LOADS of new friends, many of whom I now don't see often seeing as they're in the US and I'm in Australia, but with good friends, time and distance don't matter.

I began this blog nearly two years ago and have STILL not had a baby, let alone even been pregnant, but I'm determined to have a baby and will keep at it as long as my doctor and my emotions let me.

My New Year's resolution...yes, I actually have one, is to be more pro active. I also need to actually write more in my blog rather than jut composing it as I walk in the mornings and never actually put pen to paper, or in 2010 terms, fingers to keyboard. I actually have something to say everyday, but have not been vigilant about blogging. So now, you'll be hearing form me a lot more often.

I'm now wishing I'd written this yesterday, because today, all I want to do is nap, but I'm determined to finish...damnit.

Ehhh, what the hell, my brain is full of champagne and I'm just going to blabber and you'll be bored, so I will continue tomorrow.

Happy New Year Peeps

N x

Ayecarumba

I met Bart Simpson, not the ten year old, real one, but a 42 year old version...

I had yet another blind date on Saturday. After every dud one, I say no more, but my friends keep telling me, it only takes one and maybe the next date won't be traumatic.

Well, yet again, they were wrong. I gave in and had a coffee meeting with a guy on Saturday. He called to introduce himself and asked if I wanted to meet that week. I agreed and he suggested we could meet on Thursday night in the city, after he went salsa dancing (yup), which would be at, oh, about 10.30 or 11pm. Ummm, no, I'm in bed by then and CERTAINLY NOT meeting a newbie in the middle of the night. I recommended we start with coffee on the weekend.

There was a bit of a debate (by him) as to where to meet on Saturday for coffee. He lives about 20 minutes from me and said he never comes to my hood (my word, he's not cool enough to use it) because it's too difficult to park and I don't travel far for first dates, which from here on out, will no longer be called a date. We agreed on the closest mall seeing as there's tons of parking underneath.

He was already at the cafe when I arrived and the second I saw him, I nearly just kept on walking, but being the sucker that I am, I said hi and sat down. He was Bart Simpson with glasses...he had Bart's signature hair, very short on the sides and tufted on top, which si cute on a ten year old cartoon character, but on a real life 40 something man, it looks ridiculous. Plus, he kept twiddling the front of it in his fingers, like a little girl plays with her hair. ALSO, his boobs were bigger than mine. How do I know this? His horizontal-striped tee shirt was too tight. I wanted to laugh and take a photo to post on FaceBook and Twitter so everyone could see.

He was a sweet man, for someone else, but not for me and I was bored. To top off, as we were getting ready to leave...something I was very much looking forward to, he asked me whether food in this specific mall was expensive. Huh? Compared to where? Pre-made food, supermarket food, WTF was he asking??? We'd already paid the bill at the cafe, so I knew he wasn't planning on eating with me. I'm not sure he even knew why he asked, so I said bye and we parted ways, never to speak again.

I will not go on anymore blind dates

I will not go on anymore blind dates

I will not go on anymore blind dates

I will not go on anymore blind dates

I will not go on anymore blind dates

N x

Wanted...

When I saw the Doctor last week, apart from other things we discussed, he told no more IVF til next year. I would have to have a period by today to fit in one more cycle, which wasn't going to happen, and therefore neither is getting pregnant anytime in 2009.

I'm going to have to change the title of my blog...HELL. This was *not* supposed to happen, or not happen, as the case would be. My plan was to be pregnant before 2010, still in the oh ohs, hence the title. Piss.

Soooooo, I've decided to put this out of my head (not sure how easy this will actually be) and enjoy some fun and frivolity and do A LOT of yoga.

I do, however, require a wing woman and am wondering where I should advertise for said position...here? On a tee shirt? Certainly not on the back of a toilet door.

WANTED *Wing Woman

- Gen X (or young end of Baby Boomers) female, willing to go out and have fun. Must work weekends and be available a couple of weeknights for drinks and dinner.

Job description

- To help me pick up men and not just any men, only ones who fit into the List given to you. This list is private and you will have to sign a non-disclosure agreement as a term of employment.

- You must be willing to be second best and therefore not look quite as good as me when we are seen in public together.

- My wing woman will have my back and if need be, do the initial flirting with the man of my choosing, laugh at my jokes (but not in a lesbian way) and be able to have witty banter with me so said male thinks I'm sexy and funny, at which time, you will step away from "us" and only speak again if I speak to you.

- We can speak more about the position on application.

The successful applicant will have a good sense of style and be willing to pay her own way.

_{*This is not a paid role, I just really want someone to go out and play with}

Phuck

This was NOT supposed to happen this month. I wasn't planning on getting my period until sometime next year, but as the saying goes, "the best laid plans..."

I'm not in the funnest of moods, but wanted to let you all know.

Now I'm going to process this over the next couple of days...

N x

October 26th

The wettest October day in like twenty years and it was freaky windy, but that was no reason to stay in bed.

I had an appointment with my acupuncturist at 10.30. He's awesome and very personable and opened my fallopian tubes which friggin killed, but only for a second, so I forgave him.

From there I went to the Fertility Clinic for my embryo transfer...yes Peeps, this is the furthest I've got in the eighteen months I've been on this journey. The one and only egg I produced this month was fertilized on Saturday and divided. I saw it before it was inserted into my uterus and it looked completely different to the previous time when they were just round eggs...this had cells and looked more exciting.

Then a couple of hours later, back to acupuncture. He told me I was now a fertile Goddess...

Here's hopin'

N x