A couple of weeks ago, E knocked my laptop off the coffee table accidentally. In a freak sort of moment, it hit the corner of a heavy basket I keep next to the table and cracked the screen. Since the crack didn’t affect the LCD part of the screen (it was a very surface crack), I groaned and figured I’d keep using the laptop for a bit while researching potential replacements and saving.
A few days later, M spit up directly into the keypad. I turned it off immediately, wiped up what I could, and waited. The laptop is mostly working now, but has some sticky keys and is clearly running even more obviously on borrowed time than before. Arthur is researching alternatives and hopefully we’ll get one ordered in the next week or so before this laptop dies entirely. I’m backing up all my files to the external hard-drive and getting ready to move my bookmarks and such before that happens.
It is telling that upon seeing the screen crack, my first thought was: well, this will most likely be less expensive to replace than two vials of foll.istim and definitely less expensive than a single IUI.
Infertility has clearly skewed my view of the term “expensive”.
Life is in that busy but largely pleasant mode for the most part these days. I’ve been back to work since mid-June, which is going well. I enjoy what I do, so while I’m tired (trying to readjust to working nights is taking some time), it’s great to have a chance to interact with my coworkers and take on some projects.
Arthur and I got to go to a fundraiser for the local zoo on Friday with his parents and a couple of his siblings. It’s a sort of local “taste and drink” deal, where many of the restaurants and catering companies in town set up booths with small portions and typically a signature drink or two. Because I have a terrible sweet tooth, my favorite is the artisan chocolate company. It was a lot of fun, made more so because the animals were far more active at night than they typically are during the day.
E is almost finished with speech therapy. We have one last session in September just to make sure she hasn’t regressed. I’m not too worried at this point. The other day, she walked up to me and started talking about the “botanical garden”. Yep, with the word ‘botanical’ clearly pronounced. We’ve come a long way from the 18 month who had what the speech therapist termed a “moderate to severe” speech delay.
She’s doing extremely well overall. Still doing some physical therapy for a few motor issues, but we see improvement and hope that soon enough the gymnastics class I’ve got her enrolled in at our local YMCA will be enough. We’re gearing up for a minor procedure for E in September due to congenital partially blocked tear ducts, but hopefully that will be her final surgery for the foreseeable future.
M is growing so fast! Having a term baby after a very premature one is a totally different game. She’s a happy, giggly baby who smiles and babbles a lot. It’s strange not to be in a doctor’s office on a regular basis and to watch her outgrow clothes at an absolutely (to me) extraordinary rate.
Arthur and I scheduled a consult with Dr. E to discuss our two remaining embryos. We aren’t anywhere near ready to make a final decision, but we need information to make some of those decisions, time to potentially save up financially, and a discussion of what’s even possible or advisable at this point.
We’re starting to make appointments to prepare for a house purchase. We’ve been looking at various neighborhoods, narrowed what we are looking for, and decided on a couple of financial institutions to talk to for the mortgage. It’s both daunting and exciting to get to this point.