Skol Vikings!

It's that time of year for football... and the Vikings are still in the game! We just need to crush those pesky Saints and then we will have our ticket to the Super Bowl.

In our household, whenever the Vikings play we have to be dressed appropriately. Zelda, the cat, must be wearing her sweater (that she despises), Brady, the dog, must wear his Vikings bandana, and Mitch and I are in our jerseys. We consider it our good luck tokens, if you will. By the way, Zelda's sweater? It was a sweater that was originally on Brady's stuffed bear animal and is waaaay to small for her to the point that it is a source of amusement for Mitch and I as she winds up looking as though her middle is super tiny and her head and ass are huge. Some might call that cruel and unusual punishment, however we like to consider it hilarious.

Speaking of the Vikings though, Mitch is a huge fan and I've become one... mostly due to being married to a Vikings fan. I've always enjoyed football though, so it wasn't a tough transition. And I do so enjoy going to the games! Here is a picture from when we went on our 6 month anniversary (Dec 13, 2009) to the Vikings vs Bengals game. (We won...)



Let's just say that I'm looking forward to the WIN that we will have this upcoming Sunday... we really want that Super Bowl Champion title...

In other news, I can confidently say that I am not pregnant. I was only a week and 2 days late... just a tad bit frustrating when I was wishing and hoping that I was possibly pregnant. Which it sucks, but it isn't the end of the world. We'll just try again! :) This time though? I refuse, refuse, refuse to take a pregnancy test until I am at least 1 week late. I don't want to obsess over it like I did this time... I have too many other things going on in my life as is and I just don't want to add to it.

At least that is what I am saying now. We'll see.

Today I don't have to work until 5pm and it is absolutely glorious to just sit around and do nothing. Sure, I could be doing homework, laundry, cleaning, etc... but I'm not and it feels great! I'm 100% confident that this will bite me in the ass at a later point, but that is future Lindsay's problem. So I think I will go back to my leisure reading on the couch... while wearing my robe with my feet propped up on the coffeetable.

Life just doesn't get any better than that.

Time? What is that?

So it is now Friday... and it is "still not a no." I can only assume that we were not successful with our first attempt at pregnancy due to the 2 negative early pregnancy tests, but it is becoming frustrating because I am now 4-5 days late. I'm at that limbo point where I don't want to have a concrete no because that then seals the deal that we were not successful, but at the same time I would like to go ahead and get started on trying again if it is a no. Does that make any sense? Rhetorical question, by the way.

Well, my first week of the semester has passed and all I can say is that I am tired. There is a lot to be done, and I have a feeling that my weekends will be homework-filled as there will be no time during the week to accomplish any of that. I get to class about 15-20 minutes before it starts only to go home to bed right after so that I can manage to get up early enough to get to work on-time the next morning! I knew this is how it was going to be and I will be able to manage just fine... it just makes for very long days. Though I will say that Mitch was an absolute sweetheart yesterday. After a 6am to 9:30pm day... I came home to a clean house. It was absolutely wonderful and... just what I needed. Sometimes I wonder how I got so lucky to have that wonderful husband of mine in my life. He is simply amazing.

Well, it is off to go make some breakfast and then get ready for the day. I still have a full day of work to put in before the weekend can arrive.

I hope pregnancy is contagious...

So there have been quite a number of changes lately.

I recently found out that two of my friends are pregnant. Both of which are in the picture here with me on "Yellow Night". "Yellow Night" was early December (so before either one knew that they were expecting). Ashley had been trying for a year and a half... and Becky's was a surprise. It's just frustrating to hear about other's joyous news when I have no idea if I have succeeded or not. Especially when I hear Becky talking about how stressful it is as she they didn't plan for the pregnancy and it may cause problems with her school schedule.

Either way... it IS a congratulations to them both. I wish them the best. I just wish I knew if I was or not... and if the drinks we had on "Yellow Night" were of the pregnancy inducing variety.

So how is it going with Mitch and I and our plans? Basically, we had plenty of fun with the trying part and we are quickly getting annoyed with the waiting part. By my calculations, I should have started menstruation Monday night... so I thought I would take an early pregnancy test on the Friday morning 3 days early. I bought the test on Thursday evening because I wanted to know if the symptoms I was experiencing were pregnancy related... or mental tricks. As this is something that I want to happen, I figure that my mind is probably creating the same symptoms. Isn't it funny how our bodies work? So I have heard that if you are taking the pregnancy test early that you should take it in the morning for the best results. So I told Mitch I would take the test on Friday morning when I got up as I didn't have to be at work until noon. So he asked if I would call him right away to which I said.... no. See, I just have a problem with telling my husband that we are going to be having a child OVER THE PHONE. That is something that should be done IN PERSON if one can help it. So we agreed that I would get up early with him on Friday morning and take it before he went to work.

And it was a big fat negative.

Let's just say that I was slightly less than encouraged. So I started telling myself that it just wasn't meant to be this time and that we would be successful the next go around. And then... more symptoms. The most frustrating part of all of this is that most of the symptoms are the same for pregnancy and menstruation! Not to mention the highly probable arise of mind tricks.

So I told Mitch that I wouldn't test until at earliest Wednesday... maybe Thursday. So the only thing I have to truly go off of is whether or not my period starts between now and Wed/Thur pregnancy testing. Therefore, Mitch and I have created a quick and dirty communication about the status of my uterus. If no period, I just tell him that it is not a no.

Here's to hoping that I continue to say that. I'm really hoping I'm pregnant.