Riding the Clomid Wave

For all of you out there that don't already have kids, keep this story in mind if you ever have to take Clomid...

I started taking the medicine on Monday, the 26th. The worst part about it that day was the nasty chalky taste it left in my mouth. Disgusting. I didn't really feel any different and thought, "Hey, this is pretty good. No side effects." Then the word vomit started. Sorry for the graphic wording, but that's really what happened. My mother-in-law asked me a question, that shall not be entered here in the blog, and I honestly answered her, "You don't really want to hear the answer, you'll just disagree with me." She asked for it anyways....and I gave it. Along with multiple other opinions on the topic at hand. And the worst part was, I couldn't stop it! I knew I was saying things I shouldn't...but I could't stop! Needless to say, my Mother Erdahl now knows me a little bit better.

On Tuesday, the pills stuck to the inside of my mouth and I had to force them down with massive gulps of water. Same nasty taste. Things went smoothly for the first part of the day. Then Kendall and I went leather coat shopping...again. Now granted, this was already a sore spot for me, since he's already tried on about a million coats and none of them have been good enough. Well, things got even uglier at Burlington Coat Factory. After FINALLY finding a coat, Kendall couldn't decide if he should purchase the coat. Now, I want to preface this next statement with this: I KNOW I already have a short temper. But suddenly I was riding "the wave" and I told Kendall that this was the worst anniversary ever and that I hated shopping with him and I was NEVER looking for a leather coat with him EVER again. The wave subsided by the time we got home from the store.

I had a second wave at dinner later that evening. I felt like I was running around like crazy trying to get food ready for our holiday party with my family. I accidentally left the wings in the oven for too long and they started burning. My mother proceeded to yell at me, which normally wouldn't upset me- I would just snap back- but I started crying! Like tears streaming down my face crying. I couldn't make them stop for like 5 minutes. Like they say, "There's no use crying over burnt wings." Or is it spilled milk?

Oddly enough, today went fine. Took the pills with some OJ, but no waves.

Final diagnosis: When the bottle lists "mood swings" as a side effect, take them seriously!

Viki, this one's for you....

So, I'm known for having odd dreams. A couple of weeks ago I had a dream that I made a deal with Teri Hatcher to pick up my cousin Grant in a limosine in New York City. That kind of "weird".

Last night, I had yet another odd dream, and of all the people to particpate, it was my 1320 roommates. I dreamt that my roommate Viki was getting married (again-too the same man, don't worry Viki!) to Trey in this HUGE church. Even more huge than the one they really got married in. All of her roommates from college (myself, Karen, Sarah Ford) were bridesmaids. But there were some problems...

Firstly, the florist showed up with one measly little centerpiece and we were attempting to create several birdesmaid bouquets from it. It wasn't working. So we gave up. And my mom cut some roses from her buses in the front yard (that strangely looked like it belonged to Bree VanDeCamp). We then basically did a dance number down the aisle, nothing coordinated though, and were all set to see Viki get married.

For some reason, Viki was nervous. She was breathing heavily and couldn't get out any of the words. So we hauled her BACK down the aisle. Which is where the dream got really crazy. Then half of Viki's "relatives" came dancing back down the aisle in outrageous outfits that looked like they came out of the movie Dirty Dancing...and if I'm honest, I think they were doing the same dance that Johnny did down the aisle at the end of the movie with his dancing buddies. ("Nobody puts Baby in the corner!")

At that point, we got Viki BACK down the aisle and things seemed to be going smoothly, so I left the ceremony (I know, weird) and headed over to the reception. When I arrived I had an ammaretto sour on my mind. I tried to order one from the bartender and he said, "Sorry, only German Club members can order from the bar." He then said something to me in German and since I couldn't respond he said, "See, you need to go over there, you're not German." Which for some reason really ticked me off (I am German) and I stormed over to the "guest" table where I proceeded to down a glass of Warsteiner.

Once the bride arrived the dream gets fuzzy and I think I may have woken up. I just felt the need to share this oddness, because I never dream about Viki! She lives thousands of miles away in Italy! Why would I suddenly dream she was getting married?? Again????

I guess my brain was just trying to say, "Get in touch with Viki, you haven't talked to her in forever." So Viki, this is my strange way of saying Hello. I've been thinking about you...hehe!

For once, I'm excited...

WARNING: This blog will talk about something gross that happens to girls. Enough said? Keep reading if you really want to hear about this...

For once I'm actually excited...that my period came! I know that's totally gross and weird. But it means that I can FINALLY start moving in a better direction (I hope) with my infertility! And the best part is that I don't have to wait the requisite 14 days til ovulation. My action starts on day 5. Okay, let me clarify "action" in cause you're going "Ewwwww!" I start my Clomid on day 5. I feel like we're finally taking back a little control!

My biggest fear is that it won't work. That we'll go through the rollercoaster of hope again for 6 months only to hear that it's not going to work. And my second biggest fear (Sorry Dathan and Natalie, this has nothing to do with you personally) is that next Christmas there will only be one baby in the Erdahl family. So everybody who reads this (like all two of you-haha) please pray that this stupid drug works!

I thought vacations were for relaxing...

So Kendall and I have successfully booked our entire vacation solid. We're spending Christmas Eve and Day at his parents house in Columbus. Then we're driving two more hours to the Land of Cleve to spend three days with my parents. We'll have to shuttle back and forth while there since the 'rents are divorced. Then we'll be driving three hours back to Dayton on Wednesday, only to prepare to leave on Thursday for South Dakota.

You're asking yourself, "What the heck is in South Dakota???!!!??" Kendall's grandparents. His grandma hasn't been doing well lately. We're worried that this may be our last time seeing her. I suggested this evening that we see what flight prices were like for next week. When we found out we could both fly all the way out there for under $500 we couldn't pass it up. The last time we went out we spent almost $700 and had to drive like 4 hours to their house from Minneapolis. This time we got a flight right into Sioux Falls and Norman (Kendall's g-pa) will be picking us up.

I'm looking forward to seeing them, but I'm a bit worried that we could be having a slightly boring time. Isn't that terrible of me to say? I know we'll get to relax while we're out there, and we do get to spend like 12 days together (Kendall and I that is) so I really can't complain all that much.

I'm sure I'll be ready for Kendall to get back to work though...HA! So basically, just keep us in your prayers since we'll be traveling an awful lot. We'll be getting back at 11PM on New Year's Eve, so we'll probably have to kiss in the airport at midnight. But at least we'll have two days to rest before heading back to the daily grind!

Something to "Shake Up" your Day

Check out this link. If you're having a bad day it's a great stress reliever! Just click on the icon to the left!

Merry Christmas from the Erdahls

This is the picture going out in my Christmas letters...if I ever get them finished! Thanks go to Aaron James for taking such a wonderful family photo!

Idoits of the World Unite!

So I couldn't have just one blog logged for today. I had to spend a moment paying tribute to several idiots of the day...myself included....

This morning I slipped on some water on the stairs in the school building. Trying to compensate for my fall I ended up catching my right foot in the cuff of my left foot and proceeded to strain something in my left leg. I had to hobble my way to the nurse's office. She gave me two motrin (I wanted to ask for another 600mgs) and a tiny bag of ice. As the day progressed my leg and ankle area started feeling tighter and tighter, even with ice and drugs. When I went to see the nurse again at lunch she asked me if I wanted to go see a doctor, I then abashedly told her that Kendall was a doctor and I would rather have him look at it first. She seemed irritated that I wasn't taking her professional opinion, but I'm not spending 2 hours in the ER so they can tell me the same thing Kendall will..."It's sprained. Keep icing it and take more drugs." The only difference is that Kendall will tell me I have to be naked before he examines anything...even my ankle...HA!

So my second idiot tribute goes out to a student I will call "M". M was running around the room this morning pretending he was on a skateboard. He was jumping in the air like he was doing tricks on the board. When the bell rang he continued to leap and dive around the room. I finally said to him, "Get in your seat and stop acting like an idiot!" He immediately got mad and said "So you're calling me an idiot?", to which I replied, "I guess so." Then he REALLY got mad...which made me happy!

My last idiot tribute goes out to the student who participated in today's practice spelling bee and spelled the word zucchini as I have typed it below:

ZUCINIO