The title says it all, doesn't it? This whole IF journey is unpredictable. From the first days of trying to the first visit with the RE to the eventual outcome of a fertility treatment. And now my body has joined right in with all the unpredictableness. Not even sure that's a word.
I've been having issues pinpointing my O this cycle. I finally got my temperature spike Saturday morning. Staying true to my pattern, that would mean that I ovulated on Thursday, CD17. Yeah, right. Not after getting a positive OPK on CD12 and CD13. But whatever. FF says I ovulated on Friday since my temp spiked Saturday morning but with the disclaimer that my OPK data does not support those facts. No sh!t Sherlock. Again, whatever. BJ and I did the deed Saturday night and Wednesday night and we will just have to wait and see what happens.
We did not find a dining room table. We had to cut our journey short and skip one store because BJ promised the neighbor that he'd bring him ice (for his party) at a certain time and we didn't want to be rushed. We did, however, seem to narrow down the kind of table we want. We are going to stick with counter/pub height. We like those tables the most and our kitchen table is that high and it works well when we have people over. I think I have also decided that I want a dark walnut color or black wood. I bought silver curtains and we are going to put hardwoods down eventually so I think a darker brown or black will work well. Not sure when we are going to head out looking again but hopefully in 2 weeks.
This upcoming weekend we will have the Little Guy and his 2 cousins, BJ's sister's boys. The SIL and her husband are spending Saturday at the National Harbor and then staying over. Our niece is going to her grandmother's for the night. We will have a house full of crazy little boys. I hope the weather holds out so that they can play outside some. I don't want them glued to the video games the whole time. Maybe I will introduce them to some games we played as a kid...Red Light, Green Light and Simon Says. If we can scrounge some of the other kids in the neighborhood they might even be able to play kickball in the back yard. How fun would that be? I hope the hurricane stays away for the weekend.
I just looked at the calendar and my period is due to start this weekend. Great. A house full of boys and I'll be grouchy, bloated, pissy, short tempered and sad. Although, with such a supposedly late O day, maybe she'll hold off until after the boys go home. Or maybe she won't show at all and I'll get my miracle, surprise, "how the hell did that happen" BFP. A girl can dream, right?
Monday, August 30, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
Not Sure What to Think
You know how I thought I ovulated on Monday and then I thought I ovulated on Wednesday? I'm not sure I ovulated at all. I got the positive OPK late Saturday night and it was still positive (no the same strip) Sunday morning. That is why I figured Monday was the big O day. That and my physical signs pointed that way, too. Until Wednesday. I didn't get my temp spike and I was oozing (sorry, tmi) watery cm. I was also feeling some pinching in the left ovary. Ok, so that would mean that the temp spike would come this morning, right? Wrong. Maybe it's my thermometer, the battery is a little low. Or maybe I don't have enough progesterone in my body to make my temp spike. Or maybe I never actually ovulated.
My head is spinning. I can't believe that my reliable body has been letting me down so much this passed (past? I'm never sure which word to use) year. I'm still having some ovary pain and that would signal to me that I have a cyst. Nothing new for me but a cyst usually develops after ovulation. My temperature has not signaled that I ovulated.
I tried to buy a battery for the thermometer today but the drugstore didn't have the right size. I bought a new thermometer. I hope it works correctly. We'll see, I guess. Nothing to do but sit around and wait. Isn't that what we infertile girls do best? NOT.
We are shopping for a dining room table this weekend. I really hope we can find something and agree upon it. I'm also hoping to NOT spend a fortune. November is getting here fast and we need a table for Thanksgiving! Ack!
Our neighbors, Rick and Leslie, are having a party Saturday night. It's a combination 50th b-day party for Rick, a deck opening and a "hooray we finished our basement" party. It should be fun. Especially since neither of us have to drive and we can leave whenever we want. That's the part I like. Since I won't be drinking, I can just leave BJ there to enjoy himself and go home to bed. That's my kind of party. :-) Well, I might have one drink. Leslie makes really good drinks that don't contain much alcohol (unless you wan it to) and let's get real here, folks. The likelihood that I have a fertilized egg in me (from Monday or Wednesday or never) is slim to none. So I won't feel bad about having a drink.
Sunday will hopefully be a day of laundry, brief cleaning and sitting on the deck getting some sun. It's supposed to be wonderful this weekend, just like today. Mid 80's and low, low humidity...perfect.
I hope everyone has a great weekend!
My head is spinning. I can't believe that my reliable body has been letting me down so much this passed (past? I'm never sure which word to use) year. I'm still having some ovary pain and that would signal to me that I have a cyst. Nothing new for me but a cyst usually develops after ovulation. My temperature has not signaled that I ovulated.
I tried to buy a battery for the thermometer today but the drugstore didn't have the right size. I bought a new thermometer. I hope it works correctly. We'll see, I guess. Nothing to do but sit around and wait. Isn't that what we infertile girls do best? NOT.
We are shopping for a dining room table this weekend. I really hope we can find something and agree upon it. I'm also hoping to NOT spend a fortune. November is getting here fast and we need a table for Thanksgiving! Ack!
Our neighbors, Rick and Leslie, are having a party Saturday night. It's a combination 50th b-day party for Rick, a deck opening and a "hooray we finished our basement" party. It should be fun. Especially since neither of us have to drive and we can leave whenever we want. That's the part I like. Since I won't be drinking, I can just leave BJ there to enjoy himself and go home to bed. That's my kind of party. :-) Well, I might have one drink. Leslie makes really good drinks that don't contain much alcohol (unless you wan it to) and let's get real here, folks. The likelihood that I have a fertilized egg in me (from Monday or Wednesday or never) is slim to none. So I won't feel bad about having a drink.
Sunday will hopefully be a day of laundry, brief cleaning and sitting on the deck getting some sun. It's supposed to be wonderful this weekend, just like today. Mid 80's and low, low humidity...perfect.
I hope everyone has a great weekend!
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Happiness Is...
- planning to go dining room table shopping Saturday. Why would I put this in a Happiness post, you ask? Because I'm staying positive that we will find a table!
- hearing that our shades for the kitchen eat-in area are going to ship on 9/1. I can't wait for BJ to put them up. I think they will look really nice and keep out most of the sun, lessening the need for the a/c.
- a bagel with cream cheese for breakfast. MMMMM! I found a WW cream cheese that is only 1 point for 2 tbs. AND it tastes good! Not like the philly low fat or non fat kind...yuck.
- my husband going to the grocery store so that I don't have to. I hate food shopping. I always freeze in the store and it's such a hassle...taking the food off the shelf then putting it on the belt then putting the bags in the cart then putting the bags in my truck then taking the bags inside then putting it all away...I hate the whole process. BJ said that it wasn't fair to make me stop after work all the time when we needed stuff and that he gets down the road way before me and that he could stop...so he DID! Yay! for a husband that will go the grocery store!
- a beautiful sunny day outside. I'm going for a walk at lunch today and I can't wait to get out in the warmth.
- hearing that our shades for the kitchen eat-in area are going to ship on 9/1. I can't wait for BJ to put them up. I think they will look really nice and keep out most of the sun, lessening the need for the a/c.
- a bagel with cream cheese for breakfast. MMMMM! I found a WW cream cheese that is only 1 point for 2 tbs. AND it tastes good! Not like the philly low fat or non fat kind...yuck.
- my husband going to the grocery store so that I don't have to. I hate food shopping. I always freeze in the store and it's such a hassle...taking the food off the shelf then putting it on the belt then putting the bags in the cart then putting the bags in my truck then taking the bags inside then putting it all away...I hate the whole process. BJ said that it wasn't fair to make me stop after work all the time when we needed stuff and that he gets down the road way before me and that he could stop...so he DID! Yay! for a husband that will go the grocery store!
- a beautiful sunny day outside. I'm going for a walk at lunch today and I can't wait to get out in the warmth.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
You've GOT to be Kidding Me...
I think I'm ovulating this morning. I know I thought that Monday morning, but it really feels like it today. Also, my temp usually spikes (if you can call it that) 2 mornings after ovulating and it didn't this morning. I have some watery cm, too. UGH!!
BJ and I almost did the deed last night but decided to wait until tonight because it was so late and we were already tired and we knew that he had to get an earlier than usual start to his day today. WHY??? Why do we always miss it??
Basically I have no one to blame this time but myself. I'M the one that said, let's do it tomorrow night when we can get an earlier start at it since the Little Guy won't be here.
Un-freaking believable....really.
Sorry, needed to vent.
BJ and I almost did the deed last night but decided to wait until tonight because it was so late and we were already tired and we knew that he had to get an earlier than usual start to his day today. WHY??? Why do we always miss it??
Basically I have no one to blame this time but myself. I'M the one that said, let's do it tomorrow night when we can get an earlier start at it since the Little Guy won't be here.
Un-freaking believable....really.
Sorry, needed to vent.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
It's Cloudy
It's cloudy out today. It's been cloudy all day. And not only that, but it's cool...like 73 degrees cool. I don't like it. I thrive in the sunshine. Clouds put me to sleep and make day drag. I went for a walk at lunch and was really missing the sun. I was almost chilly. I am very sensitive to the cold. Part of that is my thyroid and I think the other part is genetic. My mom gets cold easily, too. I guess it's good that she's in FL now. At least I guess that's where she still is. Hard to keep track of her when she doesn't call or even send text messages. Whatever. My mood is cloudy today, too. I feel sort of blah. The day is dragging and all I want to do is go home and hear how the Little Guy's first day of school went. I have another hour here and then I won't be home until 2 hours after I leave. Blech.
I've been thinking a lot about my mother lately. Last week (8/17) was the 4th anniversary of her leaving. She got on a bus with a suitcase full of "stuff" and I didn't think I'd ever see her again. In March of 2008 she fell ill. She was in intensive care for days. I went down for a day to see her and assess the situation. She had MRSA and walking pneumonia. She was on a ventilator because she wasn't getting enough oxygen on her own. She was out cold the entire day. She had no idea I was there. I held her hand and talked to her and cried for her. My older brother also came down. He stayed over night at the place where she and her boyfriend lived. I refused to be near her boyfriend. More on him another time. My brother and I argued in the hallway of the ICU because he wanted to unplug her. I couldn't believe the nerve he had. To come down there and play the role of responsible first born child after the history he and my mother have was laughable. He didn't take her to doctor appointments. He didn't take her to the ER. He didn't let her stay with him after her surgery. He didn't pay her rent so that she wouldn't end up on the street. He didn't buy her Christmas gifts. He didn't call her almost every day. But yet here he was, the oldest that apparently gets to make all the decisions. I have only been that furious with him one other time in our lives. I hope to never visit those feelings again. I don't think I'd be able to hold my tongue. I digress...we couldn't unplug her anyway because she wasn't braindead, she was put in a medical coma so that the machine could help her breath, not breath for her. He was being ridiculous. He had no right to even bring up such a thing. But we moved passed it. My mother got well, as well as she could get. And she was sent on her way. And she went right back to the man that (I feel) was to blame for her illness in the first place. The man that didn't come to see her while she was in the hospital. The man that got evicted while she was in the hospital and left her there while he traveled 2 hours away. And she's still with him. And I have such great animosity towards that man that my blood pressure goes up when I even think of him. I have so much more to tell about my mother and our relationship and him but I'm just not ready to go there yet. This is the story that has been on my mind lately. And I know it's because of the anniversary of her leaving. And I know it's the guilt I feel for buying her the bus ticket and the luggage and the stuff in the luggage and driving her to the bus station. I know I shouldn't have done it. But I didn't know what else to do. She wanted to go. She begged me to take her. And of course I feel immense guilt because she was living with me and BJ at the time. She moved in less than 2 weeks after he did. I was trying to start my life over and having her there made it incredibly stressful on our new relationship. I know I showed my feelings too often. I tried to be ok with everything but it was so hard to adjust. I had been living alone for a year and then in the span of 2 weeks I had my new boyfriend, his son and my mother all under one roof with me. I'm afraid that she felt like she wasn't welcome and that's why she was so adamant to leave. I told her 100 times we didn't want her to go with him but she wouldn't relent. And if you think leaving her in the hospital was bad...he left her in an apartment that was in his name that he owed 3 months rent on and she didn't have a job. Nice guy, huh? And she still wanted to be with him. I have so many regrets about how all of that was handled. I was just about to finalize my divorce, BJ and the Little Guy moved in, my mother moved in and I was a bit overwhelmed. And she left. And I feel responsible. And I hate that. BJ is well aware that if something happens to Jimmy (my mom's boyfriend) she'll have no place to go...she will come back to me. I'm the one that takes care of her. I'm the one that will cave as soon as the tears start to flow. BJ has already said that he'd build a detached garage for her to live over. Yeah, like we have money for that. But at least he knows the situation and I hope he means what he says because I can't let her end up on the street. She's my mother. Regardless of our relationship, she is my mother.
This post took a turn for the worse, didn't it? But like the title says, it's cloudy...inside and out.
I've been thinking a lot about my mother lately. Last week (8/17) was the 4th anniversary of her leaving. She got on a bus with a suitcase full of "stuff" and I didn't think I'd ever see her again. In March of 2008 she fell ill. She was in intensive care for days. I went down for a day to see her and assess the situation. She had MRSA and walking pneumonia. She was on a ventilator because she wasn't getting enough oxygen on her own. She was out cold the entire day. She had no idea I was there. I held her hand and talked to her and cried for her. My older brother also came down. He stayed over night at the place where she and her boyfriend lived. I refused to be near her boyfriend. More on him another time. My brother and I argued in the hallway of the ICU because he wanted to unplug her. I couldn't believe the nerve he had. To come down there and play the role of responsible first born child after the history he and my mother have was laughable. He didn't take her to doctor appointments. He didn't take her to the ER. He didn't let her stay with him after her surgery. He didn't pay her rent so that she wouldn't end up on the street. He didn't buy her Christmas gifts. He didn't call her almost every day. But yet here he was, the oldest that apparently gets to make all the decisions. I have only been that furious with him one other time in our lives. I hope to never visit those feelings again. I don't think I'd be able to hold my tongue. I digress...we couldn't unplug her anyway because she wasn't braindead, she was put in a medical coma so that the machine could help her breath, not breath for her. He was being ridiculous. He had no right to even bring up such a thing. But we moved passed it. My mother got well, as well as she could get. And she was sent on her way. And she went right back to the man that (I feel) was to blame for her illness in the first place. The man that didn't come to see her while she was in the hospital. The man that got evicted while she was in the hospital and left her there while he traveled 2 hours away. And she's still with him. And I have such great animosity towards that man that my blood pressure goes up when I even think of him. I have so much more to tell about my mother and our relationship and him but I'm just not ready to go there yet. This is the story that has been on my mind lately. And I know it's because of the anniversary of her leaving. And I know it's the guilt I feel for buying her the bus ticket and the luggage and the stuff in the luggage and driving her to the bus station. I know I shouldn't have done it. But I didn't know what else to do. She wanted to go. She begged me to take her. And of course I feel immense guilt because she was living with me and BJ at the time. She moved in less than 2 weeks after he did. I was trying to start my life over and having her there made it incredibly stressful on our new relationship. I know I showed my feelings too often. I tried to be ok with everything but it was so hard to adjust. I had been living alone for a year and then in the span of 2 weeks I had my new boyfriend, his son and my mother all under one roof with me. I'm afraid that she felt like she wasn't welcome and that's why she was so adamant to leave. I told her 100 times we didn't want her to go with him but she wouldn't relent. And if you think leaving her in the hospital was bad...he left her in an apartment that was in his name that he owed 3 months rent on and she didn't have a job. Nice guy, huh? And she still wanted to be with him. I have so many regrets about how all of that was handled. I was just about to finalize my divorce, BJ and the Little Guy moved in, my mother moved in and I was a bit overwhelmed. And she left. And I feel responsible. And I hate that. BJ is well aware that if something happens to Jimmy (my mom's boyfriend) she'll have no place to go...she will come back to me. I'm the one that takes care of her. I'm the one that will cave as soon as the tears start to flow. BJ has already said that he'd build a detached garage for her to live over. Yeah, like we have money for that. But at least he knows the situation and I hope he means what he says because I can't let her end up on the street. She's my mother. Regardless of our relationship, she is my mother.
This post took a turn for the worse, didn't it? But like the title says, it's cloudy...inside and out.
Monday, August 23, 2010
Impulse Shopping at its Best
We went to the mall Saturday to get the Little Guy some school shoes. For any newbies out there, I'm a step mom to a 9-year old little boy. We walked the mall for 2 hours looking for shoes and ended up getting a pair in the first store we looked. I also found a curtain rod for my new curtains. It's not as cool as the one in the living room, but I like it and it was on sale. And then of course the store is having a door buster sale so we decided to look at some jeans for the Little Guy. We got 2 pair for $25.00 and then got an additional percentage off! Then he saw a shirt that he HAD to have. It was on sale for 40% off so of course BJ caved and let him get it. Then BJ saw a pair of shorts that he liked that were marked down from $26 to $9.99...and we got the additional percentage off. The cashier scanned a coupon for us that saved us another $15.00! So with all the little things we picked up....curtain rod, jeans, shirt and shorts...we only spent $78! I so could have looked at the women's clothes but decided that we had spent enough money. At the bottom of the receipt, it said we saved $96! I was delighted. Plus, the Little Guy has new shoes and an outfit for the first day of school so he is pleased as well. Going in for shoes and coming out with all of that lets me know that the stores are doing their job of getting us to buy more than we came in for.
BJ put my curtains up and I love them. I had to borrow a steamer from our neighbor to get the creases out and I love them even more now. I didn't take any pictures because I would love to get a dining room table very soon and call it a complete room for now...until I paint and we get wood floors.
Yesterday we actually went looking for a dining table at a local store. They had 1 table set that we liked it was over $2,000 and only came with 4 chairs. Way over priced and so we moved along. BJ wanted to hit the office supply store and look for a new calendar for work. So we walked through and came upon the desks. We decided to order a desk for our office! It's a (fake) cherry finish and it's U shaped and has a hutch. A great deal at $400 considering you can't touch a complete set like that at the furniture stores for that cheap. So we went in for a calendar and came out with a desk on order. :-) Impulse shoppers for sure. The desk should be delivered the day after Labor Day. It will look so much better in there than the old desk I have. I have not unpacked the office because I wanted a new desk and I thought I'd be looking at those boxes for a year. Glad that is over. Plus, with a finish like that we can get a book case or a file cabinet to match.
In cycle news....I'm pretty sure I'm ovulating this morning. I tested so many times on Saturday and I finally got a positive read out at 10:45pm. BJ wanted to have some fun so we did even though I knew we were a little early. I tested yesterday morning and still had the positive so I was hoping to feel ovulation yesterday afternoon (as would be typical for my body) but I didn't. We skipped last night so I have to hope that the swimmers that got up there at 11:30 Saturday night are still hanging out. It's as close as we have come in a while so I'm going to stay positive about things. Even though last night would have been better. My stupid body is always trying to foil things. I usually (before IVF and all that jazz) ovulate on CD13 and here it is CD14. Go figure.
BJ put my curtains up and I love them. I had to borrow a steamer from our neighbor to get the creases out and I love them even more now. I didn't take any pictures because I would love to get a dining room table very soon and call it a complete room for now...until I paint and we get wood floors.
Yesterday we actually went looking for a dining table at a local store. They had 1 table set that we liked it was over $2,000 and only came with 4 chairs. Way over priced and so we moved along. BJ wanted to hit the office supply store and look for a new calendar for work. So we walked through and came upon the desks. We decided to order a desk for our office! It's a (fake) cherry finish and it's U shaped and has a hutch. A great deal at $400 considering you can't touch a complete set like that at the furniture stores for that cheap. So we went in for a calendar and came out with a desk on order. :-) Impulse shoppers for sure. The desk should be delivered the day after Labor Day. It will look so much better in there than the old desk I have. I have not unpacked the office because I wanted a new desk and I thought I'd be looking at those boxes for a year. Glad that is over. Plus, with a finish like that we can get a book case or a file cabinet to match.
In cycle news....I'm pretty sure I'm ovulating this morning. I tested so many times on Saturday and I finally got a positive read out at 10:45pm. BJ wanted to have some fun so we did even though I knew we were a little early. I tested yesterday morning and still had the positive so I was hoping to feel ovulation yesterday afternoon (as would be typical for my body) but I didn't. We skipped last night so I have to hope that the swimmers that got up there at 11:30 Saturday night are still hanging out. It's as close as we have come in a while so I'm going to stay positive about things. Even though last night would have been better. My stupid body is always trying to foil things. I usually (before IVF and all that jazz) ovulate on CD13 and here it is CD14. Go figure.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Welcome ICLW'ers!
I know this is a little early but I won't be online over the weekend to write a post. I didn't participate last month as I was feeling rather down in the dumps. I usually do a post about my situation and give a little background. This month for ICLW I'm going to do something a little different. I'm going to show all of you that I really am quite the quirky (as I don't like the word weird) girl. I'm going to list some things about myself that a lot of people don't know about me. It might make me out to be borderline OCD, but it's who I am and I feel that my readers should know more about what makes me, me. So here goes:
- I count steps. I kid you not, every set of stairs I take, I count them. I can't help it. Even at home. Especially on the way down. I often walk very fast and it's helpful to know what step I'm on so that I don't miss any.
- If I'm walking on a sidewalk or on a floor with a pattern of lines or squares, I try really hard to take an even number of steps in between the lines. It's insane really, but I have always been that way. And if I step on a line with my right foot I then have to step on a line with my left foot.
- I read every sign or plaque or poster in a waiting room or doctor's office at least once while I'm in the room. And as much as doctors make me wait, I sometimes read them all more than once. Every sentence, every word, even the copyright information. I felt rushed when I was recently in the vet's office and didn't get a chance to read every missing pet posting on their bulletin board.
- My closet (as well as BJ's and the Little Guy's) is color coded. I hang all the blue shirts together, all the green shirts together and so on. I can always tell when one of them has been putting their own clothes away (which doesn't happen often) because something will be out of place. I fix it and then fight the urge to tell them that they hung it in the wrong place. It's bad, I tell ya.
- When we go to bed at night, the sheet and covers have to be straight and the sheet has to be folded down over the top edge of the blanket. BJ has learned to just let me "fix" it because if I don't, I'm not comfortable and I can't relax. He thinks it's crazy, and I'm sure it is, but it's how I am and how I've always been.
- If I fold a piece of paper, the corners have to match up perfectly or I will refold them until they do. I can't stand folded paper that is not in a perfect fold.
- All my cash has to be facing the same way in my purse. And if I get a hold of BJ's wallet, all his cash is in order and facing the same way, too. I get this from my mother. I didn't know it until I was 16 but it's something that she passed on to me. When I worked in a retail drug store for 4 years I had the best looking cash drawer in the store. :-) I had a trick to help me notice when I needed to ask the manager for more change. I would turn one $5 or $1 bill upside down and when I reached it, I knew I needed more money. BJ was looking through the Little Guy's wallet last week to see how much money he had left after a shopping spree at the video game store and said, "TeeJay has been into your money....it's all facing the same way". I was caught. :-)
- The pillows on my bed have to be arranged a certain way or else I can't sleep well. I have a certain pillow that touches the headboard and then another pillow that leans up against that one and then the one I sleep on is placed vertically when it's bed time. When we travel, I take the sleeping pillow with me or else I can't sleep at all. When BJ gets the bed ready he doesn't usually put the pillows in the right order and then he just smiles at me when I rearrange them. There have been a few times when I woke up in the morning and realized that I didn't sleep very good and then I see the pillows out of order. I told him that I can always tell when they aren't on the bed right. What is wrong with me??
So there you have it...I'm certifiable. There are more things that I could list but I think I've done a pretty good job of letting y'all know how quirky I am.
- I count steps. I kid you not, every set of stairs I take, I count them. I can't help it. Even at home. Especially on the way down. I often walk very fast and it's helpful to know what step I'm on so that I don't miss any.
- If I'm walking on a sidewalk or on a floor with a pattern of lines or squares, I try really hard to take an even number of steps in between the lines. It's insane really, but I have always been that way. And if I step on a line with my right foot I then have to step on a line with my left foot.
- I read every sign or plaque or poster in a waiting room or doctor's office at least once while I'm in the room. And as much as doctors make me wait, I sometimes read them all more than once. Every sentence, every word, even the copyright information. I felt rushed when I was recently in the vet's office and didn't get a chance to read every missing pet posting on their bulletin board.
- My closet (as well as BJ's and the Little Guy's) is color coded. I hang all the blue shirts together, all the green shirts together and so on. I can always tell when one of them has been putting their own clothes away (which doesn't happen often) because something will be out of place. I fix it and then fight the urge to tell them that they hung it in the wrong place. It's bad, I tell ya.
- When we go to bed at night, the sheet and covers have to be straight and the sheet has to be folded down over the top edge of the blanket. BJ has learned to just let me "fix" it because if I don't, I'm not comfortable and I can't relax. He thinks it's crazy, and I'm sure it is, but it's how I am and how I've always been.
- If I fold a piece of paper, the corners have to match up perfectly or I will refold them until they do. I can't stand folded paper that is not in a perfect fold.
- All my cash has to be facing the same way in my purse. And if I get a hold of BJ's wallet, all his cash is in order and facing the same way, too. I get this from my mother. I didn't know it until I was 16 but it's something that she passed on to me. When I worked in a retail drug store for 4 years I had the best looking cash drawer in the store. :-) I had a trick to help me notice when I needed to ask the manager for more change. I would turn one $5 or $1 bill upside down and when I reached it, I knew I needed more money. BJ was looking through the Little Guy's wallet last week to see how much money he had left after a shopping spree at the video game store and said, "TeeJay has been into your money....it's all facing the same way". I was caught. :-)
- The pillows on my bed have to be arranged a certain way or else I can't sleep well. I have a certain pillow that touches the headboard and then another pillow that leans up against that one and then the one I sleep on is placed vertically when it's bed time. When we travel, I take the sleeping pillow with me or else I can't sleep at all. When BJ gets the bed ready he doesn't usually put the pillows in the right order and then he just smiles at me when I rearrange them. There have been a few times when I woke up in the morning and realized that I didn't sleep very good and then I see the pillows out of order. I told him that I can always tell when they aren't on the bed right. What is wrong with me??
So there you have it...I'm certifiable. There are more things that I could list but I think I've done a pretty good job of letting y'all know how quirky I am.
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