Challenge #1

Alright today is the first day of the 30 day blogging. I intended to write this earlier but I got a wee bit distracted. Aiden will be writing this one, and hopefully have Liz co host a few facts. Here goes nothing:

Day 1- Post a picture of yourself and 15 "interesting" facts
             

1. Our favorite place to take a walk is the cemetery behind our house.
2. Aiden can't stand to talk about death but doesn't mind the cemetery walks.
3. Liz has an extreme fear of balloons.
4. Aiden freezes around statues and other lifelike sculptures.
5. We are perfectly happy with our illogical fears.
6. We would much rather explore a National or State Park as opposed to an amusement park.
7. Aiden has to tear the first two squares off the toilet paper roll in a public bathroom.
8. Liz is a lefty and darn proud of it.
9. We watch a lot of Food Network. ---Once a fat kid always a fat kid
10.  We both get motion sick.
11.  Aiden sews, knits, and does other crafts with the Cricut.
12.  Liz is an awesome artist, photographer, and pendant maker.
13.  We picked Frankenstein's name because Halloween is our favorite holiday.
14.  Liz's nickname is the disturber. She will scare anyone, hide everything, and just make a ruckus.
15.  We are like two little kids in love. The more we pick on each other the more you can tell.

That's it for tonight. Despite no desire to fall asleep, I really need to try. Looking forward to fulfilling all of the challenges.

Distraction Day...

Today was our D-Day. We did everything possible to distract ourselves from the BFN. I would say we were pretty inventive at times.  But before we could enjoy the day, Luna made a beeline out the front door into our busy street. We're pretty sure the entire neighborhood saw the commotion of Aiden chasing her around the cars and eventually tackling Luna on the sidewalk. In protest, Luna turned her 50 pounds into a limp 80 as she was being carried back into the house. Oh yeah and she didn't have her collar on, but she does now! All our furkids are microchipped but stripped of their collars at night for everyone's sleeping sanity.
Back to D-Day: First we went to our local ghost mall turned community art space.... with Frankenstein. We took his transporter (aka stroller) for in the stores but he was free to roam on his leash everywhere else. He absolutely loved it. Sure all the old mall walkers stared in their matching sweat suits, but we were staring right back. Personally, I think a one eyed dog being pushed in a blue stroller by two lesbians is a lot less weird than matching sweatsuits for arm pumping, mall walking. Don't you? After a few hours we packed up and headed to Peanut's house. Frankenstein played with Peanut's three big "dawg-dawgs." We got some awesome play and cuddling in, with a dash of Aunties feeding lots of fun foods to the Peanut man. Aiden and Peanut rocked and napped together, which was especially healing. Nothing like a 345 day old fluffy butt kid passed out on your chest. To finish up the night we all (P's parents too) went out for some mexican. P was a ham and especially flirty with the girls in the restaurant.
For all those TTC and being bummed with a BFN: What special treats do you let yourself have or do during AF time?  So far I've indulged in a Mountain Dew and deli sandwich. It's not a biggie but man it tasted good.

8 days past insemination (8dpi) and slowly losing our minds

This post is going to be a short one. I was hoping to explain why we have chosen the nicknames of the seahorse and the sperm fairy but I just don't have the energy. I started feeling really weak after work and it just hasn't gotten better. Liz was also feeling a little under the weather so it's early to bed for the both of us.
In baby making news, there really is none. Although we know they will not be correct until 14dpi, we started doing pregnancy tests two days ago. Yes this is silly, and adding to our mounting insanity. In a way it is also reassuring. We are trying to emotionally prepare ourselves for a negative test so having several of them is slowly breaking us in. I'm hoping that this weak and crappy feeling is a sign of something working.

Here's a pic of our little man Frankenstein in lieu of a well thought out entry.