Ready, Set... You Can't Go.

This is yet another blog for me to start and throw myself into like a tornado. When my husband finds out he will probably roll his eyes and wonder what type of public humiliation I will put him through this time. Either that or he will see what this blog is going to be all about and he will dig himself a hole, lie in it and give the little bit of dignity he has left it's own funeral. This is just another thing for him to keep track of and heaven knows he doesn't need that. I started this blog back when I was all ready to jump into the world of trying for a baby, excitement had hit me, excitement had hit dear husband and my fingers were itching to type my first post about doing the baby dance and how awesome it was to not use protection. <-- that little sentence right there would send the poor husband into a downward spiral of embarrassment. It is only going to get more graphic and real from here on out! Well the doctor decided to cripple my excitement with the news that I was going to need surgery for a health issue and I would have to wait at least three months afterward to start trying, it felt like someone hit me over the head with a giant sausage. I was devastated but I knew I needed to do this for the safety of me and the safety of my future baby(s) Well I am pleased to announce I am almost one month down. So, my plan of attack: Have amazing "practice" sex with my husband, take a paper ring off of my count down chain every day until I reach the holy grail of the end, continue buying baby stuff and maternity clothes that I can't resist, and continue to sit in the room that will soon be a baby nursery and dream about kissing a small precious face. Oh and possibly read What To Expect When You Are Expecting for the third or fourth time.