My girl

My girl is growing up.

Summer Love

You can blame this post on Nat's favorite boy band - their new song has me thinking back to my teenage days....

Do you remember Summer Love? Meeting that special someone on vacation or at camp and falling head over heels only to part in 4 days? Ahh yes, I've had a few summer loves....

Chris was the first. It was the summer after 8th grade and I met him on vacation. I remember walking the streets of Gatlinburg holding hands with that giddy feeling in my stomach and I remember driving away sobbing that I wouldn't seem him again. (But I did - he started stalking my best friend's little sister who happens to share my first name - creepy)

Then Brian. It was the summer before my sophomore year of high school and we met at church camp. My parents actually drove me to Bowling Green later in the summer to meet him at Greenwood Mall. Can you believe that? He sent me flowers several times that summer but then September came and it was back to real life. We lost touch and moved on.

And Joe...I get weak in the knees to this day thinking about Joe. I met him at a conference the summer before my junior year of high school. He was tan with dark hair and brown eyes. The conference was at a small college in Minneapolis and one night he walked me back to my hall. For some reason, I think I will always remember him kissing me goodnight- maybe it's the romantic in me - but it seemed perfect. The setting, the guy, the night air - just like it happens in the movies. But he was the one that didn't write, didn't call, didn't try to stay connected at all. It still makes me a little sad, but maybe he was just a realist and knew nothing would ever come of a summer love.

Any good summer love stories out there in the blog-o-sphere?

What a week

A week ago today I got a positive digital pregnancy test. That was WILD! I was thrilled, nervous, overwhelmed. Then Tuesday morning I got a negative. Hmmm, well one of those is wrong so I had a blood draw.

Negative hcg.

I have to say, I was a little disappointed. Being pregnant unexpectedly is certainly not the worst thing ever nor the end of the world. I have that in perspective - I was completely fine either way. We would have made adjustments, Jon would have worked a couple of extra shifts - my greatest fear of the whole thing was telling my mother. I honestly think she would have lost her mind.

Anyway, Aunt Flo came to visit Friday and I hightailed it over to Gigi's office to have an IUD inserted. I forked out $450 and had a nice visit with a speculum.

Afterward, I prompltly went to Victoria's Secret for some goodies and told Jon I'd better get my money's worth out of this birth control!

50/50

This is a good topic for my 100th post....

I discovered last night that I didn't take my pill Friday. At all. I completely missed it. I took Friday's pill Saturday, Saturday's pill Sunday and Sunday and yesterday's pill last night.

Normally this would not be any big deal, but we found some alone time Saturday and took advantage of it.

So, I'm 50/50.

I would love another baby. I would love to see L be a big brother and of course to see E go through this again would be wonderful.

On the other hand, the economy pretty much sucks. Half my monthly salary goes straight to daycare and right now 1/4 of it is going to gas. If money weren't an issue I wouldn't think twice about planning a pregnancy.

So, I guess whichever way this goes I'll be okay. If we happened to make a baby this weekend I'll be thrilled and grateful for a life-changing suprise and hopeful for everything to work out.

If we didn't, then I'd better start looking at getting fixed.