Smiling Through the Rain

This body of mine has beared two babies in a 2 year period of time. It has shot one out of the lower region and had another cut out of the belly. These breasts are now open to their 2nd booby buffet patron. My hair is constantly being ratted by my well meaning daughter who asks for "hair, please" when she is relaxing on my lap and wants to hold my hair. My clothes usually smell of some type of bodily fluid. And my make-up is frequently slobbered off my face due to sweet open mouth kisses on my cheeks or forehead. So it's all lead me to the place where we are now. P90X. Otherwise known as the cause of my impending death. I started two days ago and knew how difficult people said it was. But I thought, "I have worked out my whole life. Surely I can do this." Except it is on a different level of difficult. It is like a circus act meets strongman competition meets marathon runner kind of workout. And it kicked my butt. The fitness test they hav...

We are officially and most certainly shutting down the baby making warehouse. I have absolutely no doubt that this is it for me and I feel great about ending that chapter. We have our son and daughter and feel very complete now. Sometimes it feels overly complete in fact. :) So it's strange to change gears back to prevention of pregnancy. I tried the mini pill (aka: Amber's psychotic medication). Progesterone pills made me flippin crazy when I was using them for infertility but I was assured that the lower dose in the mini pill would cause no problems. Except it did. It just took longer to kick in, but then the anger and the self pity took over my normal personality. So much so that I was texting my OB on a Saturday begging her to order my IUD. Stat. She unfortunately likes to do them with ultrasound guidance so I'm scheduled for the 23rd. And it sucks because I'll likely only have the IUD for less than a year because once I wean Graham I need the com...