Okay, so I was yakking with my sister last night (shout out to ELLEN...HEY THERE GIRL!) and she said that she reads this blog weekly and she was hoping to find something good this Saturday. Well, as I glance over the last few entries, well, they are hardly uplifting. So, in an effort not to disappoint my little sister, I'm going to buck up and pretend to be joyful for this holiday season.
Sisters are wonderful to have. Though I have been away for almost six years and have grown, changed, married, etc. in the meantime, I can still pick up the phone and talk to her like we have never been apart or away from each other. That's good stuff now. I'm working on getting myself and hubby and unfortunately his retarded brother back down there. I say unfortunately his retarded brother because I just never imagined myself being a guardian to a fifty-two year old retarded man who is lazy as sin and expects the world to be his servant. Egads, how that annoys me. And, to think my tax dollars are supporting this...
Anyhow, that is our fate. Many of you may be thinking that I am horribly insensitive to the plight of the mentally challenged. I'm not really. I had a very fluffy-lovey orientation to Dicky when I first met him and managed to maintain it until my husband decided that it would be good for us to all go on vacation together. BIG mistake. I was pregnant with triplets at the time and we spent one week basically on the road with Dicky and our dog in the backseat. It was not at all a pleasant trip and I would have gladly left Dicky by the side of the road and not looked back. But, how I digress...
Before we move, I have to get pregnant. And, my sister certainly understands this. After all, she's just about the only person that I feel truly understands where I am coming from and how I am feeling. My hubby is wonderfully supportive, but he can't understand my longing or my obsession like a woman, a sistuh can! What is really neat is that my sister will be trying again in Jan./Feb. and I am currently praying that we both get our miracles and can then phone each other and gripe about our morning sickness, etc. However, if I ever gripe too much about being pregnant, just slap me.
Believe it or not, it is cheaper for me to stay up here and do IVF at our military hospital than it would be to move and try to do it as a civilian. Getting pregnant is about the ONLY thing that is cheaper up here, so our stay will be worth it, I guess.
So, here's to you and me Sis...setting our sights on the New Year and new babies...
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