TTC since July 2014. CP March 2015. IVF #1 March 2016, 5R, 3M, 2F with ICSI. Transferred 2 on day 3. CP. Surprise BFP and then CP August 2016 (prep cycle for IVF). IVF #2: zero eggs retrieved IVF #3: 6R, 5M, 5F, 3 (2 8A and 1 11A) transferred, one "B" graded embryo frozen on day 5. BFP (at home 7dp3dt, confirmed 14dp3dt with 1552 beta) and U/S at 5w5d, 2 sacs and 2 yolks!
MH makes a bowl of cereal for his nighttime snack. EVERY. NIGHT. he leaves the cereal box out on the island. I have started taking a picture of it every night. Will do this until I have a collage masterpiece of cereal box pictures. I'll probably print it out and frame it and leave it on the island one day for him.
This takes passive aggressive to the next level
He knew what he was getting into before he married me. No turning back now.
Does everyone know their spouse's SSN by heart? I know most of it but sometimes mix up the order of the last two digits.
I do but only because I handle all of our insurances, bills, etc. DS's? Newp. I actually had to leave our tax prep place and go home to get his card the year he was born because it didn't occur to either of us that we needed it. ::facepalm::
And in case anyone is vaguely interested, it is not looking very good for the US men's soccer team making it to the olympics. And I'm not a fan of their new uniforms.
A lot of cultures eat canned sardines because it's affordable and filling.
I've got no beef with sardines per se. My husband was told to eat them after his SA. But eating stinky foods in a small shared office space is generally frowned upon.
A lot of cultures eat canned sardines because it's affordable and filling.
I've got no beef with sardines per se. My husband was told to eat them after his SA. But eating stinky foods in a small shared office space is generally frowned upon.
No one in my office is capable of cleaning off the conference table in our office. Everyone (but me and one other person) eats lunch/dinner at the table and they all bitch that it's disgusting, but not a single person makes an effort to clean it.
The crazy part to me is that they are all crazy neat freaks about their desks. Shocker, my desk is always somewhat disasterous, but I keep my mess contained to a small area.
Listening to coworkers tell new employee how to do paperwork in correctly. I have several coworkers whose level of documentation is super shitty. It meets requirements but these girls could do so much better. They would probably avoid having assessments returned to them for having insufficient information if they stopped cutting corners. They always tell me I am writing too much and to skip things. No thanks, i'll do it this way and only have to submit the documents once.
I've got no beef with sardines per se. My husband was told to eat them after his SA. But eating stinky foods in a small shared office space is generally frowned upon.
Why after his SA?
His SA numbers were all just a tad on the low side, and he was given a bunch of suggestions (mostly dietary) as ways to try up his numbers on his own, without intervention. Sardines was one of several food sources they suggested.
YES, at MH's aunt's funeral his cousin started talking to us about video game recs and started making fun of different characters. Dude, not the time.
People handle grief differently
This is very true. It was such a stark difference. At the visitation we were at, the people who knew him best were mostly smiling when talking about him and laughing while swapping stories. I think that has to be a good thing.
I just suggested taking something and he got annoyed with me. The kind where he doesn't want to upset me so he just gives a tight smile and is like "okay" and then just does what he was doing anyway. Which, as it happens, is another pet peeve!
He also just did the over-the-shoulder-computer-thing for an extended period of time. I may get booze.
Yes. I'm annoyed when I'm not feeling well and H is all like "take something". No I just want to be sick. The thought never crossed my mind.
I think it'll be a funny story:
Kid, you were conceived the night daddy shit on money. Literally, he shit on me when he came. I thought we was in the clear since he took tums but no such luck.
lol I had not considered that possibility. If he was saving me from that, then I forgive him
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