The Fairy Godparents

6 days ago I had the honor of standing beside my best friend as she became someones wife. I love her more than I can express with words. She is truly the yin to my yang, the female version of my Joshua (and that is saying alot). I don't know how I got to have such marvelous people in my life. When I am the Wicked Witch of the West, they love me anyway.  Her husband is the luckiest man on the face of planet Earth.

Her face is so darn pretty, and her heart is even prettier.  When it started raining on her wedding day she says "I'm just glad this happened to me and not you."  I'll never forget that, one of those moments that change your life. Really. She is so selfless, an absolute angel.

Okay enough with the lesbianism. Although happily I do proclaim that the newlyweds with be Hunka Hunka Baby Hollowell's (HHBH) godparents. Josh and I updated our insurance policy recently and had a lengthy discussion and the results were:  in the event we are both casualties of a plane crash, swallowed up in a tsunami, or spontaneously combust; Callan and Caleigh will raise HHBH. They are the best people for the job, Caleigh will ensure HHBH gets therapy and Callan will supply the pony at HHBH's birthday parties. Perfect, yes I know. HHBH is so blessed.

Aren't they precious? They have that special fairy godparent glow.



Fertility Status Update:  Ovulation has come and gone....I think. I thought I was so educated on this stuff, always knowing when I was fertile and to be careful. But now that I'm TTC I suddenly feel like a complete incompetent. When I am standing on my head try to give the sperm a boost in the right direction my husband insist I am insane. People get pregnant on accident all the time, right??? Well let's cross our fingers and toes that the magic has happened this month because hunting season has snuck up on me and I am about to be a deer widow. A hunting lease in Georgia in combination with the fact that you can't send sperm through the mail could put a stall on HHBH's arrival. And this girl sure hasn't been blessed with any patience. 

Time will tell. God is in control. Peace, Love, and Fertility.

Gentlemen, start your engines....

Anti-Malaria pill free, check. Folic acid supplementation, check. Three used baby name books ordered from amazon, check. Careful tracking of menstrual cycle, check. Roughneck husband home, check.

Just off a 14 hour night at work and I am officially trying to conceive (TTC). Don't want to get too graphic with this entry, but my estimated date of ovulation is September 24th. So faithful blog-followers, all two of you, say a prayer. Send some positive energy to the fertility gods.

Blogging is awkward....okay maybe not.

Just taken my next to last malaria pill (yeah, I went to Haiti. Tune into an upcoming edition of my hometown newspaper, The Courier) and I'm seriously considering flushing the last one down the toilet. It is the only thing holding me back from trying to get pregnant. That and a month long better-safe-than-sorry precautionary malaria pill free wait. I'm chomping at the bit. I have been with my more than perfect husband (no, really it's true. People should be jealous. I'm not just being one of those mushy people who post how great their significant other is on things like facebook when really they have split up time and time again and haven't had sex in months. Mr. H is the real deal. More on that later. I could go on all day) for 7 years now, married for almost one. I have been dreaming of our someday conception since the beginning of time it feels like.

I have my nursery planned, names narrowed down, maternity portrait poses decided upon, pregnancy announcement thought out....I'm ready. Just the waiting game. I hope that I can blog faithfully throughout this process and then my baby will have it forever and always know how much I longed for/prayed for/responsibly waited for him or her.  Let's all cross our fingers and toes this doesn't become an infertility blog. I'll die y'all. Not to mention I'm a nurse in The Women's Center at the hospital I work at.....can you say potential infertility torture? I have had infertility phobia for years now, I'm a 3rd generation worry wart. Worrying is my nature. I'm also worried I'll drown on my best friend's bachelorette party/float trip. There now maybe that I have said it out loud I have somehow decreased the likelihood of it happening. Isn't that how it works? Hope so.

But on a positive note, blogging isn't as hard as I thought. Just start typing and it's like keyboard therapy. No one may ever read. Alot of people may read. Either way it's pretty relaxing. Who doesn't like to talk about themselves anyway?

I can't decide when I want to let people read this. Maybe when I am actually pregnant. Or maybe next week, patience isn't soemthing the Good Lord blessed me with, that's for sure. So we will see. I'm gonna try to keep this to myself for just a little while.
In closing, here is lookin at you son or daughter I hope to be carrying soon (insert favorite baby name choices here, ones that I dare only to share with my closest friends. The ones I am positive won't steal them. I also have an extra loathing for copy cats. Man I have alot of quirks, but it's not my fault. My childhood was somewhat emotionally traumatic.) Okay I'm really going to quit typing now. Really. Like now. Ready go. 1 2 3. Stop.