Be Bored No More

If there's anyone out there still bothering to check my blog, I commend your loyalty and offer you this spectacularly long catch-up piece to explain my long silence.

Topic One: Look Both Ways
So I go to lunch the other day with a lot on my mind and end up with some guy's mind on my car. Yes, honestly, I hit a pedestrian. It wasn't as bad as it sounds when I say I had his mind on my car, but it was seriously my scariest moment to date. The week was to get scarier beyond that, but that was not a fun moment and the other story can be #2 or #3 in this post.
So, what happened was.... I was pulling out into traffic from a parking lot. I needed to go to the right on a busy street, and I looked both ways. I had a pretty long wait and then looked both ways again after a big batch of traffic had gone by. I looked to my left one last time and had the all-clear and BUMP, hit a guy. He had literally come out of nowhere and walked right into my car! I threw the car in park and jumped out in the middle of the street. "I didn't see you - are you allright?" I mean, luckily the guy was still on his feet and looked okay, just a little out of it. Honestly, I'm not sure he was in his right mind. I'm not even sure where he came from. I asked if I could do anything for him at all and he said "No, I'm fine" so I drove off. I shook and shook for awhile afterward. Could have been so much worse, but still, quite a scary feeling!

Story #2: Children are a pain - SERIOUSLY
So I started my weekend in the ER. I finally started a cycle after my miscarriage and had been put back on the Clomid. Days 1-3 went pretty much how they have before, a little more moody, a little queasy, but more or less normal. On Friday morning, however, I just didn't feel good. I had what almost felt like gas pressure, but can only really be described as abdominal pressure and can't really be communicated beyond just saying pain. I wasn't bloated or anything, I just hurt. And the hurt continued to worsen all morning. By about 10:30 I had to leave work, thinking I'd take an antacid and lay down, although I was suspicious this might be female troubles. An hour later Geoff and I were on our way to the ER.
It took an IV, a lot of fluid, and some pain medicine and about another 5 hours or so before the pain abated. I never got to see the doctor. I did have an ultrasound, but was not offered a great deal of explanation. I was sent home with pain meds and told to take the last dose of Clomid. I remain a little tender in the abdomen, but have no continued pain. The nurse practitioner suggested that I had overstimulation. After finally speaking with a doctor today, I found that this is not really possible; it was both far too early in my cycle for this, and I had no cysts larger than a centimeter. Overstimulation causes enormous cysts.
So what does this all mean? The long and short of it is that we're not sure. The doctor (as all doctors do) wants to run additional tests. But the good news is that the doctor believes that the early ultrasounds from Friday indicate that the Clomid is doing the trick this cycle and we should have a chance of being really fertile.
After that miscarriage, though, my readers will have to know that it will be a good while before we'll be sharing any baby news with the world, whether we know something or not.
And, by the way, this was that moment that I said was scarier than hitting a pedestrian with my car. I literally was in such extreme pain that I couldn't speak. I sobbed and wailed for a long time. I have never been so incapacitated. I felt ridiculous, but could do nothing about it. I wish I had a better explanation of the whole thing!

Story #3: Court TV in Real Time
The trial for Rosemary started this morning. After a heads up from her attorney, we got there about 1:00, which was great, because they were just wrapping up jury selection and we didn't have to wait long for the actual trial to begin. We sat directly behind Rosemary and her attorney, and the two younger boys sat with us. (Incidentally, if we had custody of those children, they would not have been brought to this trial)!
Today was fairly uneventful. Looks like it's going to be presented fairly and professionally, and it also looks like whatever other lies Rosemary has told to me in her time, she did not lie about the fact that there is no physical evidence in this case whatsoever. If all her attorney has to prove is reasonable doubt, he shouldn't have any trouble winning this thing outright. Maybe Rosemary will be home for Kaylan's 13th birthday Saturday.
Geoff and I went back and forth about going to the remainder of the trial. It will mean time off work without pay for me, if my boss is able to spare me. But we both feel that we have stuck it out this far, and it seems appropriate for us to stay. Besides, you should have seen her tears when she asked me to be there for the rest of the week. The witnesses have been sequestered for the trial, and since most of the witnesses for her side would have been the folks to sit in the courtroom in support of her, her side was really empty. It was Geoff & I, her uncle, her brother and two of her kids. So if work can spare me, it will be a long week for me, but I will spend it giving her a final show of support through this. I'll keep y'all posted on everything as it unfolds.

So no more "tagged" post. Happy, Aunt Kathy?