Revenge of the Typhoid Twins

Hi all!

It's time for another bulleted list!

• It appears Blogger finally recovered all the comments it deleted before! :) Exciting!
• Still a few days to go in the wait. I'm not holding my breath. There was a point last week where I felt *sure* it worked but, by the next day, I was sure it hadn't. Symptoms are dying down and I'm just not feeling it right now. We'll see soon, I suppose. Wednesday is test day/
• Speaking of comments, winter blue asked what the E2 level means. As far as I have been able to figure out, it corresponds to the number/maturity of follicles that are producing estrogen. The more large follicles the more estrogen but, I think, also if you have a lot of small ones the numbers can be higher, too. In my case it meant that I was a crazy hormonal mess whose nurses and doctors were all giddy. :)
• We spent a few days last week visiting my SIL and helping out with our nephews when her husband was away. Our nephews are 3 years and 20 months. The two of them could not be more different in personality -- the younger is sweet and easygoing and the older one is, well, not. They've been like this since birth. It's been interesting to watch them develop so differently. Anyway, it served to both scare the living daylights out of me to have kids (my energy level needs a major boost!) and make me cry at how much I want to have them. We stayed in the room with the 3 year old and it broke my heart when he woke up at night and said "I want my Mom" in the sweetest voice. I was so glad we were there. I needed a "kid" fix. I needed to think about kids in a "practical" way again and see the joy and the tears.
• One afternoon we went to pick up the 3 year old from preschool and the kids had just gone outside so I hung around in the little playground waiting a bit so he could play. I was a source of endless fascination for his classmates. One little boy kept running up to me and telling me the story of his entire life (his favorite movie is Star Wars, his favorite toys are Star Wars, look at his Star Wars shirt, he has a little brother, etc., etc.). Multiple little boys came up to ask me what was up with my shoes (I'm wearing a cast shoe, still, because my toe hurts in regular shoes) which was a repeat of my nephew's confusion with the two different shoes. I think they understood that I had to wear a "special shoe" because my foot hurt but they couldn't understand why I wouldn't just wear two of them! (I have a feeling lots of kids were asking their parents why *they* couldn't wear two different shoes the next day.) Little girls kept running up to me and saying "hi" and telling me their names and then telling me they liked my earrings, etc., and then running away. (Not sure why they weren't as fascinated with the mismatched shoes as the boys were.) One little girl told me all sorts of funny stories about eating basketballs (yes, eating basketballs). I was there for all of 5 or 10 minutes, but it really just filled me with this crazy joy. I don't know how to explain it. It was just such a pure reaction. I want that.
• My DH's nickname for our nephews is "The Typhoid Twins." Whenever we spend more than a few hours with them we come down with some disease or another. This one was particularly fast-incubating -- I was starting to get a sore throat before we even left town. By the time we got home, both of us were down for the count and we've been snorting and coughing and moaning and generally feeling like crap in the three days we've been home. Since there's a chance I'm pregnant, I've only taken Tylenol and that really doesn't help much. I want some decongestant!!!

Anyhoo, that's about it. Just hanging in there waiting and attempting to think through a cotton-stuffed brain.

Sorry if this post was hard to understand -- I'm blaming the Typhoid Twins!