Ok, I suck.

I keep saying I am going to blog once a week. It's just like what I say about losing weight: I mean it this time!  Three weeks later I am bathing in ice cream and french fries, saying what diet?  What blog?

We are officially on the track to starting our first IUI, hopefully in April. If not, I am not sure when because I am going to Florida in mid-May. I want to sip a Mai Thai on the beach! I am pretty sure that's on my bucket list. How cool would it be to sip alcohol while basking in the fact you have absolutely nothing to do? Yeah, I am ready to pack my bags right now. How about you?

We are still waiting on the foster thing. WAITING still....since October when we turned in every single page of our paperwork was turned in. We were expected to have kids on Thanksgiving...then Christmas....

If you haven't noticed, Easter is this Sunday and I am foster child less. Why is it so hard to give kids the love they need?

Every time I think I want to tell them just to pull my app and forget it, I hear some story about how kids grew up having an amazing life because of their foster parents. Fine, I get the point God. We can't give up.

I have another funny story to tell. I really hope these are funny, or at least they are to me.

Nick and I are sitting in a church pew, waiting for our turn to leave since the mass has ended and there is a line. He turns to look me in the eye, so we are looking at each other. I would love to say staring lovingly into each other's eyes, but my mind was elsewhere.  My husband tells me he loves me, to which I reply: "My nose is runny." Clearly I was listening to him. He looked at me as if I was crazy, then I managed to fumble an I love you back at him. We were cracking up after the fact, and now he tells me his nose is runny too.

Funny stuff

I almost peed my pants at dinner today. The biggest question you probably have is why? What was so funny?

I don't even remember!

That's how much fun Nick and I have together.  No, it isn't always like that.  I actually think the conversation today at dinner was my (husband's words) "weasel-ly feet".  I am always cold. Always. So, I try to warm myself up any way we can, and one way I do that is by putting my ice cold feet underneath my husband's bum to keep them warm. Unfortunately all of a sudden he stopped letting me do it, so my ice cold weasel-ly feet are cold! And yes, I do have socks on.

There aren't really many updates to say.  Nothing new on fostering news, which I feel like isn't a big surprise. The process is painfully slow, and I am tired of calling to hear of no news.

Hmmm....updates on the trying process actually does have an update. We are going to do IUI with injections, and now we just have to wait....and wait....wait....I have to take birth control before we do the cycle with IUI, but at least we have plan.

As long as I have my husband, I will always be laughing.