King of the Dipshits Award

Hello my friends and welcome to 2011.  

The Year of the Take Home Baby.

I am back on my feet.  I feel like my normal self.  This is as close to laid back as I will ever get and I like it a lot.

If I didn't know I was taking the medication, I would think it was all me.  I would credit myself for: Putting Things in Perspective, Staying in The Moment, and Appreciating Life as It Is.  Fact is, the new meds are much better and work just as they are supposed to work.

We have a lot to catch up on.  I won a contest.  I want to brag about it.  Is that okay?

I am a reader of Mommy Wants Vodka.  The author Aunt Becky has a lot of signature sayings, my personal favorite being "SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH".  She has emblazoned it on to quality apparel to spread the message.

Aunt Becky was interviewed over at Mompetition.  The interview is celebrated with a giveaway contest and Aunt Becky shared one of her SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH shirts.

Here is the contest:  Tell us why you would wear this shirt, or, who you would give it to and why.

Meet my brother, Andy.









Let me set the mood.  I love my brother.  He is the baby of the family and he is everyone's favorite.  It isn't fair and it isn't right, but if you met him you would agree and toss in your vote for him as Family Favorite.  You think this would make a sister bitter, but it does not.  This is the power of his charm. 

I went to see a concert this fall with my brother.  I took a whole day off of work.  Rode the train into the city to his place.  It felt great to be back in the city I lived in for so many years.  I was a suburban mom in the city with a hall pass.  It was great.

Andy and I sat outside at his local having a couple beers.  He isn't much of a talker, but when he and I are in the right place at the right time, we can talk for hours.  And my brother really says things.  Things that matter.  This was one of those times.

When it was my turn to talk, I broke the news to him about not being able to have children on my own anymore.  I told my brother I needed to use donor eggs.  I had a lot of explaining to do.  What happened in the last canceled retrieval.  How did it compare to the first canceled retrieval.  What is a donor.  What is a recipient.  How do you pick a donor.  What was she like.  The medication.  The cost.

As you can imagine, we talked a long time.  I had a nice little buzz from the beer and the conversation.  He was understanding it and he was interested.

When I finished, he kept his head down for a bit.  He looked away, then looked back at me and said "You want a baby that bad?"

Shut your whore mouth.

Happy New Year my friends.

I am so lucky to have you.