Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Good News/Bad News-Surrogacy Related!

Which would you like first?  The good news or bad news?

I've always been a fan of the bad news first...that way you can get the crap out of the way and have something to look forward to.

So, the bad news it is:  the transfer has been pushed back to early November.  Not the end of the world--it's only a couple weeks later than we had anticipated; but, it's still later.  Bummer.  My understanding is it has to do with the egg donor and wanting her to wait a bit longer between cycles (or something to that affect).


The good news is that little miss egg donor has proven herself!  As I mentioned in a previous post, her last "donation" produced 25 eggs.  Now, I'm not sure how many of those actually fertilized, but I was just made aware that 2 of those little eggies have turned into a confirmed twin pregnancy!  Yay!

And because I'm a "glass half full" kind of girl, here are some other positives on this little bit of news:
  • Because the transfer is pushed back, the celibacy portion of the agreement will be pushed back. (yay!)
  • I hear NYC is beautiful in November.
  • Just when I will be getting ready to transfer, my dear friend Jeni will be getting ready to deliver her surro twins!
  • I get a delay in poking myself with needles!
As the great REO Speedwagon once said...ROLL WITH THE CHANGES!

Monday, August 29, 2011

6 Years Old.

Feel free to read on, it's okay.  I'm not bitching about anything.


This past weekend, we had a party to celebrate my oldest (Elliot) turning 6.  I'm not going to say "where did that time go", but WHERE DID THAT TIME GO???  6 years.  Man...

Anyway, I wanted to share some photos from the funness (that's not a word, is it?):

Yup, I made these.  A big pain in my ars, but super cute and tasty!

For those of you in the Milwaukee area, if you need a bounce house, throw me an e-mail and I'll get you the contact info of where we rented it.  It was very reasonable and a HUGE HIT with the kidlets.

E ball scored a crapload of lootage.  Lots o' Mario stuff.  Happy kid.

So, one would think the highlight of a 6 year old birthday party would be a bounce house, maybe a huge cake, the presents, right?  So wrong.

Most of our guests had left and a few of us were just hanging out when we all together heard a somewhat familiar noise.  All looking at each other at the same time, we all said "ice cream truck" in unison.  And before we knew it, this puppy was rolling down the driveway:

I can honestly say I've never seen an ice cream truck in my neighborhood.  Ever.  I'm not even in a neighborhood, I'm in the boonies.  Jesse was standing in the driveway and flagged it down as it was driving down the street.

Our own personal ice cream truck.

We all enjoyed some pretty delicious frozen treats (courtesy of my husband).  I think the driver met his quota just at my house that day!

One 6 year old down, two to go...

I will quit bitching...right after this blog post...

Okay, here’s the situation:

Ha ha.

Anyway, here’s my nutshell (help, I’m in a nutshell) recap on what’s going on:

Bounce House: We had a birthday party for my son yesterday (he’s turning 6 on Wednesday). We rented a bounce house. And a tent. And tables and chairs. Though the party was a blast and went off without any problems or issues, it was a lot of prep (and money) for us. Did my son have a great time?? Absolutely. And that’s what matters. Done bitching.

Chrome: My limo man hubby purchased a horribly ugly wheelchair van in April.  And by ugly, I mean it--rusty, no interior, etc...He immediately took it to his “body guy” (oooh…that sounds kinky) and said “do your magic, I need it ready to rent in July”. July was nearly 2 months ago and he just picked up “Party Bus 2” 4 days ago. Body guy did a really nice job with it (will do before/after pics for you some day--and yes, there's a ton of chrome involved), but it just took way too long (excuse was the replacement window (where the wheelchair lift was) didn’t come in quick enough). Because Jesse told him it needed to be done in July, he had it booked out since then (his mistake, yeah, we know). So, he’s lost a crapload of money. But, it will be ready to rent by this weekend, so all will be fine. Done bitching.

Tattling: My kids tattle on each other WAY too much and it’s driving me crazy. Done bitching.

Laundry Soap: If there were a contest to see how much laundry a family does on a given week, I know I would win that trophy, hands down. Seriously, I have no clue why I have to fold 7 loads of laundry every other day. (okay, that’s exaggerating a little bit (only a little), but you get my point). My life is consumed by the endless need for clean clothing. Done bitching.

103: This, my friends, is the average number of e-mails I get on a daily basis (work related). Not “most”…it’s the average number. This is probably the main reason why I’m stressed. I love my job very much, I just feel like I’m trying to swim to the top and can’t quite get there. And we haven’t even hit 4th quarter yet, which is our busiest time of year. I’ll get through it, it’s just going to be painful. A nice big bottle of Pitron* in my desk drawer may help. Done bitching.

I truly feel awful for complaining. I look at my life and thank God every day for everything I have. There are so many people out there that have less than I do, so why should I be “all that” and bitch about nearly every aspect, right? Yeah, that’s right. So, I’ll stop now. Thank you for “listening”.

On to bigger and better things, right?  I'll be turning a year older in a few days, so I will use that as my "quit your bitching" timeline.  I also have much to look forward getting knocked up!!  No updates on that, but things will start rolling soon!

*For those of you that I may work with, the whole Pitron thing is just a joke…


Saturday, August 27, 2011

One Second

No worries.  All is okay.

Just letting the world my blog followers know that I'm feeling a leeeeetle stressed lately.  I'm not asking for sympathy, but if you could just feel sorry for me for like a second, that would be great.

(one second)

Okay, thanks.

In a few days, I'll shoot you all an updizzle with why I'm stressed.

Here's a few hints:  bounce houses, chrome, tattling, laundry soap, 103.  Each one has nothing to do with the next.

Until then, I hope you're doing well.  All you East Coasters--hang in there! 

Monday, August 22, 2011

I love bad grammar.

Waiting in line to purchase tickets for the Sky Ride at Irish Fest this past weekend, I saw the above and I laughed.  I'm such a knob.  I find some sick form of amusement when bad grammar is used for hundreds thousands of people to see.

I am half tempted to track down the manager of the grounds and inform them of this mistake. 

Then again, maybe it will be my little secret.

If you unable to find the error, let me know.

Saturday, August 20, 2011

I was just thinking...

Had the last transfer with B & T worked, my due date would be within a week of when I'm doing the transfer with T & H.

I don't know-call me weird, but I think that's interesting.

No updates on the surro front yet--I *think* I'll be starting Lupron in a few weeks, so that's kind of exciting (as exciting as poking yourself with a needle every day is...)! But really, I am excited--because that just means we're getting that much closer to transfer date!  We're at about 60 days and counting!

Ya Hoo!

Thursday, August 18, 2011


Okay blog readers, I need your help!

You were all so awesome with my champagne glass dilemma (of which I never really told you what we ended up doing, did I?) I need your help again, please!

In a little more than a months time, my husband and I will be celebrating our 10 year wedding anniversary.

Sorry, I just needed to pick myself up off the floor there for a second.

10 years.  I have no idea how I put up with him for so long!!


Anyway, what on Earth do I get him/do for him?

We've never been ones to follow the "rules" of anniversaries (certain colors or gemstones) so I don't need to stick with anything traditional.

Many months ago we talked about doing a trip to Italy for our anniversary; but, with the new journey I'm on, that trip was put on the back-burner.  We still might do it, but it wouldn't be until after I get preggo and have the baby(ies).

Here are some things I thought of (mind you, some of these aren't horribly romantic, but practical--which you can do after 10 years of marriage, right??)
  • 2-3 day "getaway", not far from home, without the kids (issues include: having to do it during the week (due to limo stuff), finding someone to watch kids, taking time off work)
  • New TV for the bedroom
  • Buy him a live lobster and cook it for him, along with other seafood goodies (I'm allergic, but I could sport some fancy gloves and make the stuff....I think....)
  • Rent a limo (maybe one of ours, maybe some other company) and do a nice "night on the town"
We kinda talked about not really getting each other anything, but come on.  I have to.  It's 10 years.  (though I know having me as his wife is gift enough)

Hee Hee

Anyway, do you guys have ANY other suggestions for me?  I'm thinking $200-$300 tops.

And PS-I'm preeeeeety sure he doesn't read my blog, so I'm safe with this.

Thanks, guys!! I look forward to hearing your suggestions!! If you don't want to post them in the comments section, e-mail me at jesserulli {at} yahoo {dot} com.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

If you need a good chuckle...

Thank you to my bud Cole for forwarding these to me today--a much needed laugh on a really crudalicious day.


Here is the site they came from--there's more there!

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Hot sauce, anyone?

The fam and I ventured out to the Wisconsin State Fair today.

It was people watching on crack.  What a hoot. 

It rained all day, so we couldn't hit up the midway and drop a Benjamin on some thrills for the kids.  That was a bummer, but once I bribed the children with $10 stuffed animals that I bought from a non-English speaking gent, all was well in the world.

Walking through the exhibit hall that has thousands of exhibitors selling useless things, we passed by a little old couple selling about 100 different kinds/brands of hot sauce.  There were pretzels and little dipping stations so you could try them out.  Keeping the kids as far away from this one as I could, I watched as my husband browsed a bit.  There was a special little section off to the side with about 4 different kinds of hot sauces and a sign that read "caution, these sauces will make you turn purple.  They're really hot."

A normal person would see that, ask themselves why anyone would eat it, and walk away.

Not Jesse.

He grabs a pretzel, dips that puppy in the hottest one and as he's putting it up to his mouth the little old lady goes "sir, that's WAY too much.  It's too hot".  Jesse looks at her, shrugs his shoulders and pops the thing in his mouth.

It only took a few seconds.

I seriously considered taking him to the nearest paramedic station.  I've never seen that many tears.  I've never seen him chug a beverage like that.  I've never seen him so red.  He spotted a nearby place selling $8 popcorn and bought it.  He had to.  And it still wasn't enough.

After about 15 minutes, he was able to speak again.

Is it bad that after I realized he was going to survive, that I laughed?

Normal people take pictures of their families enjoying a corn dog or they get a photo of the cute little baby pigs in the pig barn.  Not me.  I took 2 pictures today:

The Cream Puff.
Yeah, they're THAT good.

I'm sorry, but this man just amused the crap outta me.  Nice getup, dude.  I dig the socks.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Put On A Happy Face...

It doesn't take a whole lot to make me smile.  For the past 24 hours, I made a mental note of some things around me that put a smile on my face.  Here are a few:

(these are besides the obligatory "my family makes me smile" notables)

I was working from home today and decided to take a bonafied "lunch break"--which I normally don't do.  I switched on the TV and decided to check out what was on Cinemax (it's free with DirecTV this weekend-yahoo--that's enough to make one smile!!)  To my delight, I saw Wayne's World was on.  I smiled. 

I looked over at our beach today and thought to myself "those Adirondack chairs, though very plastic, are quite cute.  I did good"  I smiled.

Yesterday I told Elliot we needed to make a grocery list.  He said he wanted to help and proceeded to tell me what we needed to get.  I told him he needed to make the list--with a little spelling help from me, he handed this to me.  I smiled.

I'm happy to live in a world where Mario and Luigi can have a picnic on some stairs with Kermit and Minnie Mouse and not have issues.  I smiled.

Do I need to explain?  Perma smile.


The grammar snob that I am, this made me smile.  A lot.

If you haven't smiled today, now would be a good time.
Enjoy it!

No, this is not an advertisement for Wal-Mart...

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

A word of advice....

Don't bite your friends.

That is all.

Monday, August 8, 2011

Topsy is not so Turvy.

I have a Topsy Turvy.  That and a planter full of basil are the extent of my garden (and all my skills can handle).

My hopes were high.  I had plans to make loads of salsa and fresh salads.  I was stoked for some bitchin' tomatoes.

This is what I was expecting:

And this is what I have:


One stinkin' tomato.

My Turvy has left the building.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

A party.

Parties are neat.

Parties are fun.

Parties are a crapload of work!!

Jesse's grandpa stayed with us last week (he lives in SC).  It was lovely to have him and he's quite missed already. 

On Sunday, we decided to have a family reunion at our house.  The guest list was about 30 or so--and everyone came.  Now, I know that doesn't sound like a heck of a lot of people, but the amount of work that goes into a party of that size is pretty crazy. 

Tent rental, food, beverages, utensils, music, food, enough chairs/tables, clean house, food, lawn mowed, etc...yikes.

I wouldn't normally share my menu, but there was some bitchin' stuff and I've made a couple links to the recipes--they were all a huge hit!!
Mom's German Potato Salad (if you need a recipe, let me know--it's awesome)

PW's Spicy Pasta Salad
Fruit Kabobs
Carolina Cole Slaw
Carrot Cake Balls
And with the grilled goods and everything else everyone brought, we could have probably invited my blog followers and their cousins and still had enough.  It was tasty and fantastic-a success.

So I wanted to share some pictures from Sunday...some very random pictures...

Smart, right?  Never mind the fact that I made some kick-ass food--this is what I got compliments on.  Go figure...

My MIL made some margarita's.  I might have had 8 cups.

We had these posted inside the tent we rented.  Because we're weird.  But it's hilarious. 
I know what you're thinking.  She's such a dainty little thing, isn't she?
And there's grandpa.  Couldn't quite make the whole day without a little snoozer.

Monday, August 1, 2011


I heard from my IF's regarding their egg donor--they retrieved 25 eggs from her on her last cycle!  Holy hash browns!  Awesome, right?  I'm not sure how many were fertilized--but I can only hope and pray that they get that many for her cycle with my IF's!  Come on October!!

And whilst we're on the topic of eggs--I just have to give a shout out to Kelly and Neil's chickens.  Kelly is one of my best friends (she's the one who just had Cora).  They have chickens.  Their chickens produce eggs (I know, this is a shocker, right?? Chickens producing eggs--who would have thunk it!).  Kelly sells said eggs and I buy them.  And they're freaking awesome.  I can totally tell a difference between store bought and their chicken's eggs--so here's my advice for the day:   if you have the opportunity to buy farm fresh eggs-do it.  They're eggscellent.

And I'll end this post with a joke...

Q.  Why did the Roman chicken cross the road?
A.  She was afraid someone would cesar!