I have been visiting the land of dial up-only connections this holiday season, and I have not been able to get the dial up on my computer to work (it has been so long since I have had to use it.)
I've not been able to check other blogs. I've barely been able to read any email. I feel like I've gone back in time some 15 years.
Some quick updates:
Not an hour after my last post my mother phoned me and we had a conversation about my cousin and his wife using IUI or IVF to try to get pregnant again (they did IUI before and I've been trying to explain the difference to my mother who seems to use these terms interchangeably.)
After this brief part of our conversation my mother asked me: "are you pregnant?"
Me: "Why do you ask."
And so I told her that we did another IVF and that so far it has been successful. And she was happy for us, and slightly annoyed that I hadn't told her before. And so everyone here where we are visiting knows, even though I told them I was not planning to break out any champagne until after the first trimester and good results from a CVS.
Our trip here was perhaps the longest travel day ever. We got up at 4 to make our 6:30 am flight, and of course it was delayed. We hung out in the airport until we could barely stand it anymore. Then they boarded us. Then we sat on the runway for 2 hours before flying to Chicago to change planes. So in total we were locked in the metal tube on the first flight for 6 hours with an 18-month-old. There were times I thought of opening the Open in Emergency Only door at the back of the plane. Jack fell asleep for the last 5 minutes of the flight. But we survived.
We were in Chicago for two hours before boarding the plane for our next flight.
It was a long long day.
So far we've celebrated Christmas Eve twice and Christmas once. It has been a lovely time and I've lost count of the number of Elmos that Jack has received. Each one does a different trick. One is part of a play vacuum cleaner. Another sings when you hug him. And the other is the Tickle Me one. And there's at least one more stuffed one and a couple of books.
There are also blocks and rocking moose and clothes and cars and planes and books. We are overwhelmed by everyone's generosity.
And we've also each gained about 10 pounds. Except for Jack. After carrying him through O'Hare and other airports on Dec. 22, I've decided he weighs about 300 pounds.
OMG, dial-up...I remember how great we all thought that was 15 years ago, how fast! And now I moan when my computer doesn't work like lightning. I'm glad to hear you had a good Christmas. I'll be crossing my fingers about your CVS.
Posted by: Aurelia | December 26, 2006 at 11:25 AM
See--that's why I'm not a fan of the asking "are you pregnant" question. Because when you answer "yes", they are upset that you didn't tell them in the first place. No one wants to hear the "yes" answer and know that you didn't tell them before they asked. My advice to the world: don't ask so you can be surprised.
Posted by: Mel | December 26, 2006 at 02:35 PM