tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51940929740965682732024-03-05T21:33:31.847-05:00Katy Did NOT!Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12376513821582485424noreply@blogger.comBlogger82125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194092974096568273.post-27107863481358996482014-08-27T21:47:00.001-04:002014-08-31T22:58:15.791-04:00Back to School: Moderate Takes1.) I started back to work last Monday, and hoo boy, did I jump into the deep end. I knew my boss was traveling at the beginning of the week and that our other department member was on her honeymoon, so I felt like I had to get back. I also skipped my regular telework day, as it was my boss's first day in the office. A lot of people were on vacation, so it was a nice, quiet week to get back into Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12376513821582485424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194092974096568273.post-75178956028072240392014-07-29T23:38:00.001-04:002014-08-31T22:13:44.051-04:00The Story of CharlieIt is seriously blowing my mind that we have been parents for two whole months. It both seems like yesterday and forever ago that Charlie came to us. Yes, yes, I am a walking cliche, I am well aware. I kept thinking today about what I was doing exactly two months ago, and I wanted to write it all down before my little diary notes have lost all meaning with my sieve of a memory. So here it is, in Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12376513821582485424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194092974096568273.post-90097708770521588552014-07-23T14:54:00.001-04:002014-08-31T22:12:26.220-04:008 weeks ago today I also watched a "Law & Order: SVU" marathon...I cannot believe how time is flying by. Charlie is 8 weeks old tonight! Back then, a month at the beach sounded like such a long time, but here we are with a nearly two month old baby and just a few days left of "vacation." (I mean, really, I have a newborn; you could stick me in a spa in Fiji and it still wouldn't really be a vacation.) On the one hand, I'm excited to get home to our own space Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12376513821582485424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194092974096568273.post-12523955061866814462014-07-08T17:07:00.001-04:002014-07-09T14:50:51.061-04:005 weeks, 5 days, 17 hours, and 45 minutes...Hello! So, hey, it turns out that babies are pretty time consuming. ALERT THE MEDIA. I think the majority of the problem is that this particular baby is so freaking adorable that I spend a large (LAAARGE) part of each day just holding and snuggling him. It's kind of awesome. We're doing well for the most part. I came a little close to the edge there toward the end of my in-laws' visit (🍷Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12376513821582485424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194092974096568273.post-39523652237321602282014-06-12T08:22:00.001-04:002014-06-12T08:25:18.202-04:00MiraclesI'm watching the early morning news in my bed, thinking about how I should probably get up -- a pretty typical weekday for me. However, this Thursday is different because right next to my bed is this sight, and it's blowing my mind:Meet Charlie, everyone! He will be two weeks old tonight, and he is an absolute doll. Seriously, I have no idea how we got so lucky. My general approach to the unknownKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12376513821582485424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194092974096568273.post-82672165608859888052014-05-22T22:28:00.001-04:002014-05-22T22:28:11.730-04:00The Last DaysIt's such a strange feeling to know you're standing on the precipice of a truly life-changing event. It happens so rarely; even marriage wasn't that way for me. Marriage has been surprising in many ways, and I'm sure it will continue to surprise me, but it never felt life-changing; it was like coming home. I think the only time I can really compare this to is leaving for college. That feeling of Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12376513821582485424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194092974096568273.post-74339946335460493382014-05-08T01:44:00.001-04:002014-05-08T01:45:08.089-04:00Full TermHello! It has somehow been more than two months since I checked in over here. Well, it should really only have been 6 or so weeks, but Blogger ate my vacation update (in short: GLORIOUS and TROPICAL), and then I got busy, um, being mired in third trimester misery. You're welcome for my not sharing. However, it recently occurred to me that I need to record the state of things these last Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12376513821582485424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194092974096568273.post-9287497124729163942014-02-26T18:51:00.001-05:002014-02-27T18:52:59.533-05:00A Day in the LifeI have loved reading about all of your daily routines (daaamn, some of you ladies manage to pack a LOT into your day – color me impressed!), so I am writing out my own, even though it is so not that interesting. And even though it will memorialize my shocking laziness. Here's my (very lengthy!) Tuesday:5:20 am: Mark’s alarm sounds for the first time and he does not respond. Wiggle close enough toKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12376513821582485424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194092974096568273.post-60824677056488360862014-02-15T12:21:00.001-05:002014-02-16T14:45:28.093-05:00100 DaysThis past Thursday, in addition to a cozy snow day, we hit the 100 Day mark -- 100 days left until the due date. I was thinking it would be kind of fun to mark. I'm due the day before the 13th anniversary of my college graduation and, as seniors, we planned a huge ball to celebrate the beginning of our last 100 days of college. I'm certainly not thinking about throwing what amounted to a very Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12376513821582485424noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194092974096568273.post-65960538131576189292014-02-05T14:19:00.001-05:002014-02-05T14:20:00.791-05:00Two-FerBack again so soon, eh? It'll be a quickie this time -- promise. This one is food related.Food has been a sensitive subject up in these parts for the last five months. We spent the fall slogging through life in general. I just could not deal with grocery shopping or cooking (or living, really), and my husband, while very supportive, is really not a cook. It was also troublesome that one very Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12376513821582485424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194092974096568273.post-34599902007365200402014-02-05T11:06:00.001-05:002014-02-15T10:56:16.222-05:00Hello, old friend!It has been a while since I checked in over here and HOO BOY, are things better. I would like to kiss the face of whoever invented Phenergan. Seriously. I went from constant, nauseated misery coupled with crippling constipation (a giant bird to you, Zofran) to "I FEEL COMPARATIVELY MAAAAARVELOOOOOUS" with one dose. There were tears of gratitude on more than one occasion, no joke. With time, the Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12376513821582485424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194092974096568273.post-26869444547838335112013-11-03T18:48:00.001-05:002013-11-03T18:48:52.163-05:00October: The Month That Wasn'tHello! Still mired in hell over here. I totally feel guilty whining (again, still) because I know so many people have had it way worse. Thanks to my raging emetophobia, I haven't actually had the barfs, but the constant gaggy nausea is exhausting and it's a struggle to contain the whininess. I actually did okay last weekend. My law school BFF was in town from London with her new little guy, Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12376513821582485424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194092974096568273.post-61684396892025675162013-10-13T11:52:00.001-04:002013-10-13T11:54:37.067-04:00Coulda, Woulda, ShouldaSo it turns out I really shouldn't have spared the inlaws the worry re: last weekend's Fun With Hemorrhaging. I have since learned of several bombs the MIL dropped while I was indisposed. First, I am clearly "milking" this for all it's worth. She never experienced any nausea, so obviously it's just a myth and I just need to buck up. In the same vein, bone-crushing fatigue = urban legend, so againKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12376513821582485424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194092974096568273.post-4727181868554661982013-10-06T12:29:00.001-04:002013-10-06T12:30:15.754-04:00HorkWARNING: This is mostly gross and TMI recorded for my own recollection, so please feel free to ignore. Damn, biology is gross.So! Three weeks later, and I'm still alive and seemingly still pregnant. I had four betas, all with excellent numbers and doubling times (623, 1400, 4000, 10000), and despite a couple of unpleasant (read: utterly terrifying) spotting/cramping episodes, one of which earned Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12376513821582485424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194092974096568273.post-48565905959486232122013-09-15T13:10:00.001-04:002013-09-15T13:10:44.644-04:00WUT?So can we talk about this? Because WHOA:I have peed on so many, many dollars over the last few years, but never has THIS happened. And let's be clear -- I am certainly not operating as though this means we'll actually be bringing a baby home come May. If this is indeed accurate and not just a chemical (first beta is Tuesday), I am at a mere 4w1d. There is still so very much time in which things Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12376513821582485424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194092974096568273.post-76622926306043937902013-09-06T11:21:00.001-04:002013-09-08T13:51:02.324-04:00Limbo*Still rambling about reproductive matters. As always, feel free to avert your eyes.*I'm horribly impatient, which makes the waiting for the first beta torturous. My sunny and optimistic husband just puts it out of his mind and goes about his day. My innards are still a bit jacked, so even in the rare moments I can forget, I'm reminded by the pain every time I have to pee. Or sit on my lumpy, Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12376513821582485424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194092974096568273.post-87465533105734652242013-09-01T16:27:00.001-04:002013-09-02T10:19:29.922-04:00One hell of a weekend......with "hell" being the operative word there. *As always, here is your TMI warning to avert your eyes. Talk of the lady parts ahoy.*Let me back up. When we last chatted, I was well into stims for this cycle and things were progressing nicely. It looked like there would be about 15 follicles, which is a nice number for ensuring success without venturing too deeply into risky Ovarian Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12376513821582485424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194092974096568273.post-12636987467130103382013-08-24T12:08:00.001-04:002013-08-24T12:13:10.512-04:00I vant to be alone. You know, just for an hour or so.I am the epitome of an introvert. I prefer small groups to big ones, I haaaate idle chitchat and would sooner hang myself than attend a networking event, and I 100% require quiet time at home in order to recharge. When we do vacations with friends or my inlaws where I am with non-immediate family 24/7, I end up spending day 4 or 5 holed up in bed because I just can't be ON for another second or IKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12376513821582485424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194092974096568273.post-74469016508572728872013-08-08T14:21:00.001-04:002013-08-08T14:23:12.894-04:00Feel free to avert your eyes...Hello again! I've kind of been buried in unpacking (it will NEVER END, will it?) and work and daily life crapola. It's amazing how quickly the weeks slip by, isn't it? Anyway, with all of these weeks slipping by, it seems my month of freedom is over and we are back in the reproductive technology saddle, and HOO BOY is it different this time around. To sum up, after giving ovulation induction plusKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12376513821582485424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194092974096568273.post-55287461317278333972013-07-20T11:43:00.002-04:002013-07-20T11:44:01.268-04:00Coming Up For AirSo that was ... an experience. Let me break down the timeline for you:
6/7-6/10 -- house guests
6/9-6/13 -- Mark out of town
6/12-6/15 -- business trip for me
6/18-6/21 -- dying painful death of kidney infection
6/24-6/27 -- horrifyingly crazy week at work
6/28 -- closing/moving day (with bonus thunder and lightning monsoons)
See the wind blowing the rain sideways? That was awesome.
Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12376513821582485424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194092974096568273.post-32554626580504974602013-06-19T17:18:00.000-04:002013-06-19T17:18:20.006-04:00Moving is much more fun when you focus on the new stuff instead of packing all of your old crap.The big move around the corner is rapidly approaching, so my house is quickly morphing from a place where people live to an unholy explosion of crap everywhere. This has really not been helped by the fact that Mark and I were both traveling last week (laundry explosion!) AND I returned with a raging kidney infection (zero things have been accomplished). I have gotten as far as going to Costco to Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12376513821582485424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194092974096568273.post-23455979756302681782013-06-19T00:39:00.001-04:002013-06-19T00:40:31.339-04:00Workation?I do not normally love business travel. I love the frequent flyer miles and hotel points, but in general? I prefer it when Mark is the one earning them. Business travel for me is generally kind of awkward. I'm usually flying to the middle of nowhere to audit a drug or medical device manufacturer that has no idea what it is doing, and leaving terrified to ever require any kind of medical Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12376513821582485424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194092974096568273.post-4237912840549644882013-06-15T01:13:00.001-04:002013-06-15T01:15:44.698-04:00I may have spoken too soon...So, last time around, we talked about my deluuuusions, and rest assured, they were nothing more. This month was a bust -- a very long and expensive bust. I remained devoted to my hopelessly hopeful delusions right up until the moment my nurse called with the news, despite testing out the trigger and taking a series of glaringly negative home tests. I had my two favorite monitoring nurses to chat Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12376513821582485424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194092974096568273.post-35739770979837729902013-05-18T12:47:00.002-04:002013-05-18T12:56:19.560-04:00Pretty sure I'm setting myself up for devastation here...
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Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12376513821582485424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194092974096568273.post-80367245729015596932013-04-08T17:16:00.002-04:002013-05-18T12:48:02.154-04:00What took me so long?!Oh, it was kind of expensive. That, probably. Still, though, hear me out. I moved to DC in August of 2001, and I have been flying regularly since then. I am an appallingly bad traveler; air travel freaks me out, I hate packing and unpacking, I hate that last minute list of things you need to use right before you leave the house and therefore can't pack until the literal last minute. Generally Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12376513821582485424noreply@blogger.com2