Two

Nate turned 2 on Monday. Can you believe it?! My baby...TWO?!

Where on earth does the time go? I'm getting whiplash from the speed of the clock passing me by. It feels like I was just holding him in my arms for the first time. Just when I think I can't possibly love him more, my heart swells just a little bit more. It's amazing how that happens.

Man, am I blessed.
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It's been an eventful couple of months over here at Chez Sticky. DH was laid off unexpectedly in late June. Seeing as though he is the sole financial provider, this was a scary time for us. But he found another - better paying - job in just two weeks. That whole saying, when God closes one door he opens another? Totally true. His commute is longer since he has to take the train into D.C. but he bought a new iPad to make it more "tolerable". What a nerd.

I was planning to have a huge party for Nate's birthday but with the timing of the layoff, we decided to delay it a few weeks. So, the big celebration is now scheduled for August 15th. We're doing a Yo Gabba Gabba theme, considering that is his all-time favorite show. I'm going domestic and plan to bake cupcakes and decorate them to look like the characters' faces. It's promising to be super cute. I can't wait.

Then there comes the strep throat that DH and I caught. Nate was spared somehow from the pure hell. Thank goodness for Penicillin. That's all I have to say about that.

I'm currently waiting to O in my fourth Clomid cycle. That means no BFP yet. I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't getting anxious. We're now in month 11 of TTC #2. You'd think that having been there, done that, I would feel a sense of comfort with all this business. But it still feels like new territory. With each day that passes, and as Nate grows older by the minute, my desire for his sibling burns brighter.

I find myself wondering what we'll do if Clomid doesn't work this time. Is IUI in our future? IVF? DH just got a new job and can't take huge chunks of time off so I'm just not sure where we're headed.

My mantra: I won't stop until the pain of disappointment becomes greater than the pain of longing.

All I know is no matter how down I get, I'm not quite there yet. So I just keep on keepin' on.