Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Six Years

My husband and I have been together for six years. Can you believe that? I know some people that got married, divorced, and remarried in the amount of time that we have been together. It does seem like just yesterday when we met in college. We have had our rough patches throughout the years like everyone. We went to counseling in college because I wasn't sure if I wanted to marry someone who didn't want kids, we figured that out are now are infertile. That's a kicker. I thought for sure we were going to kill each other when we began renovating the house but even that seems like it was years ago. I became obsessed with not getting pregnant last year and that took a definite tool on things but he got me back into individual conseling at that has sorted itself out for now. You know what it is, my husband and I make each other laugh. We get a kick out of how each other's minds work and believe me not everyone would find us funny. Maybe it's that we were friends first, or it was our long ass engagement but whatever it was it just works.

Question of the Day

The question of the day from C yesterday was why do some things work out and some don't. Then if it isn't working out when do you say enough is enough. I simply don't have an answer in the relationship arena. I can answer it in the baby making arena. Enough was enough for me after two years because it was consuming my life and I was depressed. He seems to think that enough is never enough, and I think he is delusional because of what he saw as a child. His dad was a dick but his mom still was happy when he actually was around. Does that mean she was happy all of the time and it was worth it to stay with him? I don't think so, but his mom is totally out of it so that probably isn't a good example. I think some times you just need to cut your loses and move on so of course now he thinks I am going to divorce him for no good reason but he is just being paraniod.

I have not had a UTI in over two months(knock on wood) and I am doing pretty well on the pill. I am starting to get a few hormonal jawline breakouts like I used to but what can you do. I had fantastic sex twice last week. No pain at all. I am not sure if it is the absence of an infection or that my bladder is just getting better because I am not flaring constantly or maybe it has something to do with the pill. Who knows and really who cares. I felt like I was back in college last night, it was great.

Then we made some Jiffy Pop and watched an awful movie. Fun times. I also made a kicking drink last night made of mad melon shnapps, pineapple juice and vodka. I am still thinking of a name for my new drink.

Friday, February 8, 2008

Buffalo/Niagara/Niagara on the Lake

Well we are back from trip numero uno. Besides the christening of my god child I pretty much wanted to hide under my bed the entire time we were in Buffalo. My uncle is the most racist, gay bashing asshole in the universe. I can't stand to even be around him. It is awful. My mom kept giving me the death stares becuase I kept arguing with him over his stupid views.

Niagara on the Lake was beautiful. I am so glad we decided to just get into the car and drive around on Monday. We walked around the town for a few hours and then went to the wineries. I think we ended up going to six wineries and we tried Ice Wine for the first time. Dessert wine is not my cup of tea but C loved it and we ended up coming home with two bottles of 60 dollar ice wine plus all of the wines that I picked out while we were there. I kept telling C that we didn't have to buy wine every where that we stopped but we all know how generous he is with his money.

I will have to say I was shocked at how rude people were at our hotel in Niagara Falls, CA. It was fun to go with C as he has never been there before but I don't think we will go back until after we have kids and want to show them.

That was our trip. I went back on the pill two days ago. I feel bad because they gave C at work a "fertile ring of hope" that his co-worker buried in Africa for him but after the Niagara Falls of a period I had on vacation I just need a few months off. That was the only serious bummer of the trip, I bled through everything one night and ended up wearing a pad and a tampon to the baptism because I was afraid I was going to bleed through and my pants were houndstooth black, grey, and white.