That Time of the Month Again!

Now, I bet you thought I was going to say AF had finally showed up, right? Nope! But it is time for IComLeavWe again! So welcome to the visitors and regulars alike!

A bit about me: I'm Lynn, 31 years old, married to The Hubs for 7 1/2 years, two furbabies (really four, but two of them live with my mom), no kids, PCOS sufferer, 6 1/2 total years of TTC, 1 1/2 of those on medicated cycles, no pregnancies, one failed adoption, enough cynicism for a lifetime, first visits with RE planned for May 5th (work-up with PA) and May 12th (with Dr. to get recommendations and plan).

Want non-IF related details about me? Work in a hospital full-time as the supervisor of central scheduling/insurance verification, like my job but would really like to teach language arts or history, working on my BASS Ed, maintaining a 4.0 GPA after a year and a half, recently inducted into the Honors Society at my university, love to cook, am a Certified Catering Specialist but never wanted to do it as a profession, love to read, love to write, love music (especially classic rock), adore singing, think the Beatles, the Doors, the Who and Fleetwood Mac are the greatest musicians ever, love to scrapbook, love to crochet, think Rob Pattinson is the sexiest man alive (only because Jim Morrison is dead), long to one day produce the novel I know is bursting to get out but so far hasn't found the right outlet, would love to get involved in a charity helping underprivileged families, am a Republican through and through with a true dislike for the current president (sorry if you like him! no offense to you but I just don't care for the man), am a serious animal lover (although I'm not a vegetarian - I know, I know!), love to make friends, love to blog (but don't manage it as often as I'd like), lived in England for 3 1/2 years, love my British husband whom I met online dearly and long to be a mother more than anything else in the world.

There, I think that about covers it. If you want to know more about me, feel free to have a plunder through my archives.

Now I have a favor to ask of you, my lovely readers. I am currently collecting recipes for a fundraising cookbook compilation to help fund our fertility treatment and/or adoption fund. If you would like to contribute a recipe, please email me at wistful (dot) girl (at) gmail (dot) com. Please include the recipe and a short blurb about yourself and how you know me. Any contributions you make will be greatly appreciated!

As a thank you for all your contributions in advance, I will leave you with a horrifying yet strangely hilarious anecdote about my day. As stated earlier, I work in a hospital, albeit in an office where my contact with patients is mainly via the telephone. I do, however, have an enormous window to the outside in the office I share with my co-worker. Today we were both sat at my desk discussing a work related matter when we noticed a male patient standing outside our window right by the entrance to the hospital. Said patient had rolled his IV pole outside so he could smoke a cigarette. What had caught our attention was that he kept leaning close to our window and peering into our window. I must pause here to denote that our window has a black out tint over it, meaning that, while we can see out quite clearly, seeing in is not possible. So, to this patient, it appeared to be an empty room. My co-worker and I concluded our coversation and she rolled back over to her desk and picked up her phone, turning her back to the window. I returned to my computer screen with the window behind and to the left of me. Suddenly, I noticed a shadow cover the window. I turned to see what the patient was doing only to find him relieving himself right outside my window! And I mean it was all hanging out! Right outside the entrance to the hospital with patients coming and going and in full view of our office! I was horrified! I spun around and screamed "He's peeing!" My co-worker looked at me as if I had lost my mind and asked me what my problem was. I explained to her what I had witnessed and we both had horrified hysterics. The rest of my day was spent trying to forget the image that is now forever burned into my head.

Go on. Laugh. You aren't the first to do that today! Hope you have a fabulous week!