Yesterday I was walking to work through Madison Square Park. This is a beautiful park with loads of green space, tall leafy trees and tons of squirrels. You can even find them trying to eat banana peels!
We took the world’s longest walk yesterday, starting at 18th and the East River and took the esplanade all the way down to the lower tip of Manhattan, did a bit of sitting meditation in front of the Statue of Liberty, then headed up the West side on the Hudson River, passing Battery Park City.
- I’m pregnant (yes, please, I’ll take one baby, thank you)
- I’m having my period (never had a period this early, this type AND my temp is still elevated)
And freaking out. It’s not AF, but it’s not normal. It comes and it goes now for almost 4 days.
Last year on my birthday, K had a surprise party for me at my favorite Thai restaurant in
My friend J is a pole dancing instructor for Shelia Kelley’s S Factor. And she’s quite the exhibitionist (along with being somewhat of a devout Christian/Jesus freak and somehow those two things just don’t seem to go together, do they??), but still…we didn’t expect her to spontaneously ‘change’ into her pole dancing panties on the freaking subway platform in order to show us her skillz on the N train.
But she did. And her skills are AMAZING. They delighted not only our crew, but the entire subway car who mostly sat silenced with mouths agape.
What does this have to do with Jayson Williams? Absolutely nothing.
But to illustrate that random, strange, spontaneous things happen in my NYC life and that is how I ended up having drinks with Jayson Williams, former NBA basketball player and oh, right, the guy who may or may not have killed his bodyguard a few years back (he was acquitted, but hey so was O.J.).
K and I had dinner with two girlfriend’s on Saturday night at Suba on the
Seriously, sometimes I am obliviously blind when it comes to spotting famous people. I can be out with friends and they will point out ‘there’s Liv Tyler, there’s Mario Batelli’ and then I realize it. But by myself, not so much. So when I notice that K and C were whispering and sending glances…and hey so was that table next to them…I figured someone at the table just inches from me was ‘someone famous’. Which one, I didn’t know, but it turns out it’s the one with his large, long leg inches away from mine. Never one to be deterred, I simply put my hand on his leg and said “Hi, sorry to bother you, but I know that you’re someone famous, but I really don’t know who you are and my friends (who are mortified at this point) and I are trying to figure it out.”
Ever so gracious for someone 6’10” he leaned in, introduced himself and then said, “But you’re someone, too. Who are you?”
Without going into all the boring details, he proceeded to keep up the flirtatious conversation, sent over a very expensive bottle of wine (that I couldn’t drink!!) and after dinner invited us to the back room to have drinks with he and his group. By the end of the night, he’d paid for everything, including our dinner, asked my friend C if she would have sex with him (the answer-no-and I don’t think he’s used to that!), talked about Freud, women and what they want, his relationship woes and other things too graphic and scandalous to mention.
It was a fascinating night not only because I‘ve never been part of someone’s entourage and it was an interesting way to spend what could have been a very routine dinner and dancing with friends, but also because here’s a guy who grew up on the Lower East Side, rose to stardom for this amazing talent, is worth $87 million, but at the end of the day wonders if his own wife really loves him or is just with him for his money. Sad.
K and I walked home, in heels as there were no cabs to be had, soaked our feet in epsom salts and were happy to not be rich and famous.
You can read C’s take on the evening here.
And how was your Saturday night?
I just ran a very detailed Google Analytics report for my blog.
Hello, California? Hi, we came to see you last August and we did the L.A. real estate tour for 10 days and we were seriously considering moving to you. But the timing was off, something wasn’t right.
Then, we went to S.F. this winter and we really loved you. You seemed smarter than L.A. even though we really are fond of palm trees…
And now, you do this to us? When we love you so much already and fear that every winter in NYC we will die from freezing winds whipping down the avenues. This makes it very difficult for us, California.
I’ll tell you what…we’re going to get pregnant first. Then, we’re going to get the main moneymaker transferred so someone else picks up that cross-country moving bill.
And then…well California, we may just have to move.
Because really, it would get us six hours closer to Asia and now the gay marriage thing? That’s just icing on the cake!
***I wish you weren’t subject to a ballot cast in November…that could change everything***
This is totally unexpected. I’ve never surged this early or had a follicle this big–19mm–so early in the cycle.
I was freaking this morning that I’d missed it because my temp had surged a bit, but the blood says otherwise and here we go again.
OK, I’m back. So…what happened?!?!
Well for the past two months I have surged around the 15th/16th and done inseminations accordingly.
This was the protocol for May as well and I had anticipated going into the RE on this morning and slowly watching my follicle grow and my blood levels rise.
But No. Sunday I found our friend ‘spin’. If you don’t know what spin is…
**warning TMI ahead**
…it’s the lovely egg-white cervical mucous right before you ovulate.
Naturally I OPK’ed, but it was negative. That’s OK, our friend spin can show up for a few days in advance.
Yesterday, in the late afternoon OPK’ed again in the bathroom stall of my office (good times!) and it was positive. It was too late for me to go to the RE, so I OPK’ed again at 9pm, called my nurse to tell her the news and that I’d be in this morning and that I thought we would be inseminating.
Thankfully we have our vial o’ swimmers ready and waiting in the lab, so no drama there.
However, this morning I did my BBT and found that it had gone up a few degrees. I don’t have a very steep spike and my acupuncturist and I are both afraid based on my BBT last month that we missed it and did the insemination one day too late. By the time we got to the VIFC at 8:30am I was a bit on the freaking out side thinking that we’d missed it.
They did the ultrasound and found a nice fat follie, but what I didn’t know is that you can’t tell from the ultrasound if that follicle has ruptured or not—thus indicating that you have indeed ovulated and missed your try this month.
My sweet, sweet nurse agreed to rush my blood work while I rushed off to a meeting at work and could only do the insemination in between meetings. As if this day weren’t complicated and stressful enough already!
So I’m in a meeting from 9:30-10:45, nurse calls, all systems are go, I cab it back at 11:15 and by 12:30 I’m back at my office only 30 minutes late for a 2-hour meeting.
When it came time to deposit the goods, my nurse told me that she saw lots of cervical mucous which made me positively giddy with excitement and gave me hope that indeed we had NOT missed it.
She was in and out in record time—in fact I never even felt it—which leads me to think my cervix was wide open, ready and waiting.
Last month she had a lot of trouble threading it through, it was a little painful and another reason why I believe we missed it as my cervix was probably already closing up.
You may have noticed careful reader, that in one of the above sentences I have referred to “we”. That’s right, for the first time ever, K, who is working from home this week, was actually able to experience this occasion of insemination with me! We tried to make out in the room afterwards, but we both starting laughing because it really is quite strange to do anything sexual in those rooms. She did have a little fun playing doctor with the snake light—heehee.
As I’ve referenced before, I have high hopes for May. From the beginning I felt this would be month as one day walking to the clinic my mind went into numerology overdrive and without boring you of all the crazy details, May looked extremely favorable. Last but not least, May 12th was the Buddha’s birthday and while I was wishing for a Buddha baby, I’ll settle with a Buddha surge.
In the meantime, we’ll add vial number 3 to the Spirit House and do a little fertility dance and act like crazy people.
Oh! AND this morning K bought advance tickets for the upcoming Madonna Hard Candy tour! That has to be a good omen!!