Viva la Vida was last on multiple favorite lists because my posts are so old. Which would put me last.
It seems that if you fall asleep for a few days (six to be exact)...the blogsphere will pass you by. You know how I feel about getting "lapped" from my prior (old) post so I guess I better get my fingers moving again.
Where to start?....
What to say?...
Let me see....
Okay. Let me just be honest. I haven't been blogging much because for the last 72 days, 10 hours, 32 minutes and 17 seconds...I've been busy. Really. Really. Really. Busy. Trying to figure out how to manipulate my husband.
There. I said it.
You heard me right - I want to manipulate Mr. Thompson. Shameful, I know... but oh-so true.
Like every longstanding infertile, I've been plotting....planning...and scheming ways to keep my dearly beloved in the ring and fighting infertility a little longer. Although we predetermined, as a tag-teaming duo, at what point we were going to throw in the towel...I've decided that I'm not ready to admit defeat. I'm not ready to give up the fight.
In my defense - I've been trying...honestly trying...to be content with a family of two. But as hard as I try to forget a family of three (or four, or five...) my mind starts working in overdrive to remember it. After nearly five years, too many negative pregnancy tests to count, round after round of IUIs, round after round of IVF...and every treatment option and scenario in between...I'm not quite ready to admit defeat.
According to the rules of boxing there are four ways to win;
- If the opponent is knocked out and unable to get up before the referee counts to ten seconds (a knockout or KO)
- If the opponent is deemed too injured to continue (a technical knockout, or TKO)
- If an opponent is disqualified for breaking a rule
- If there is no stoppage of the fight before an agreed number of rounds, a winner is determined either by the referee's decision or by judges' scorecards
Or maybe not.
After twisting my little mind with ways to get Mr. Thompson up off the floor before we get disqualified...I have learned two things.
- Once upon a time there were 15 rounds in boxing instead of 12.
- I just found out that our insurance carrier is changing at work (which was actually #28 on my list of how we can keep hope burning alive) ...so you know what this may mean, right?!
(and I won't even have to manipulate after all - merely convince.)
Viva la Vida.