Mrs. Joe's Greatest Hits

So today. Oh Today, you started off pretty shitty. Nothing like a temp drop at 6:30 in the morning to make you feel defeated for the rest of the day. Kinda like POAS every morning. To bring you up to speed: I thought maybe by some miracle I ovulated right at the perfect time and Mr. Joe and maaaaaaaaybe created a baby Joe. Jury's still out for certain until AF comes, but she'll prolly be here soon, based on this morning's temp. Naturally, this caused a dramatic and weepy start to my day, where I cried (again) at my desk because WOE IS MRS. JOE.
And just to add some more dramatic flare, I put on one of my favorite sad songs to pepper my pain:


Then, Mrs. Rootbeer and my bestie Chrissy made me feel better. I was still listening to Hallelujah, but it was on repeat in the background while I took calls. I couldn't help but feel a little like I was on a reality show and that Hallelujah was the perfect song to enhance the drama that is my life. Then, I started to think about what the soundtrack of Mrs. Joe's Reality Show would include. I came up with a few songs:
The theme song would be:


It would definitely include, Soundgarden's "I knew I loved you" for my friend Ronnie, and "Movin' Right Along" from the Muppet Movie for Chrissy. I would throw in "Red Neck Woman" because even if I'm not a red neck, I am a touch trashy, so it would apply. "God Blessed the Broken Road" would make it, since it's my wedding song with Mr. Joe, but the song in his honor would be Denise William's "Let's Hear it for the Boy" because I always joke with him about that song. The last song on the soundtrack would be for baby Joe, because every time I hear it, I think about future child, and it brightens my day. Even if my temp drops to zero degrees:

How about you guys? What would be on your soundtrack? I would totally watch all of your reality shows. (Mrs. Rootbeer, remember our idea for the MTV show "20 Something and Barren"? Still a good idea!)

Better Now

I googled "the hills are alive . . ." chose "images" and this is what I found. Naturally, I found Julie Andrews' picture as well. This one just spoke to me more I guess :-).

Thank you all for your encouragement after I posted my temper tantrum. Your support, as always, means a great deal to me. I am better now.

For the most part, my change of mood came from a visit I had with Mr. Joe's cousin's grandmother last night. She has a very unique gift and also drops f-bombs. All of the things you would expect from a sweet Irish grandmother. She has given me so much hope that it has completely turned my funky mood around. Today, I received FANTASTIC, amazing news that has just solidified the faith that I have after last night's visit. Great, great things are happening.

In addition to her grandmother, Mr. Joe's cousin also let me borrow a book that she just finished reading - A Few Good Eggs by Julie Vargo and Maureen Regan. I'm only page 6 of the book (these pesky callers keep interrupting me, making me do work) but so far it is seems to be speaking directly to me (because, of course EVERYTHING is about me. MEMEMEMEMEME.).

You should read it. Or you should continue to stay tuned, because I am sure that I will be sharing my reactions to this book as I read it. Assuming these annoying people stop calling about their piddly annuities and let me read two sentences for Pete's sake!

The cherry on this good mood sundae would be if a marvelous new job offer fell in my lap and I could yell, "Suck it, Trebeck!!" into my headset. I'm crossing my fingers!!

And also, I ovulated on Monday, according to fertility frenemy, and we definitely did it that night. So I'm crossing my toes too, which also look like fingers.

Frustration Friday

I thought I would come up with a new thingy (you know a thingy - like McFatty Monday but not as cool cause I'm the only one participating) for friday. It's call Frustration Friday, alternatively titled EFF You Friday:

Firstly - the dbag I was just speaking with at work wished me a happy mother's day. WHO DOES THAT? It was like a poke in the eye! I had to control the snark when I said "Oh you too! douchebag!"

And secondly, what the hell is up with Fertility Frenemy??? First, I had cross hairs on CD16. Then, they took them away because my temp is all over the place. Now, they think I maybe ovulated on CD30? So much for magically turning normal. The signs for ovulation were all there. I even had a positive OPK. Isn't a lack of whatever hormone causes a positive OPK the cause of PCOS? Why did my doctors never ask me to chart?

Also: WHO WISHES BARREN BETTY A HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY?????? I cannot wait to rush home (after working at the movies tonight) and do Core Synergistics with my P90X friends. I bet they would never take my cross hairs away. Any opinions on why my chart looks so screwy?

McFatty Mondays

Hey . . . not sure if anyone is going to read this (assuming I've been able to successfully link up) but I really wanted to jump on the McFatty band wagon because I love Blair (even though we've never met - she's just hillarious and reminds me of myself, minus the baby) and I have been trying to lose weight. After the past two years that I've had, I am ready to take on a new decade and looking forward to losing the weight that the stress of planning a wedding and dealing with merging 3 families in 2008 and losing my big brother to cancer in 2009 has allowed me to pack on. I met my now husband in 2002 and weighed about 140, maybe 135, but I was playing rugby at the time while going to school and working full time so I didn't really have time to eat. Over the years I bulked up to about 170 - and then 2 months ago, I started paying attention to what I ate and managed to knock off about 17 pounds or so. Today I weighed myself at 151. I really would like to lose about 10 more pounds. Or become preggo. Or both. I am going to try not drink Diet Coke the rest of the week. The operative word is try, I'm really addicted to the caffine and make pretend sugar. Here's what I look like most recently: I'm the one on the right. The one on my left is my MIL. Kidding. My MIL is actually great (and I really mean it, I'm a lucky gal) and skinnier than me. She freaked out the other day because she thought she was getting tubby and might have to wear clothes in my size. She is great, but sometimes she can say things without her brain approving them first. I know the picture is sucky, but I want to be semi anonymous so I can hide my true identity from all 2 people who might read this. You can kinda see how I am not obese, but not exactly thin.

So there you have it. I am going to try to lose 10 lbs. And have a baby. Or both. This is NOT a resolution, mind you! As a New Years resolution I am going to try to blog more often. Please don't confuse this with last year's resolution to try to blog more often. This time I, um, really mean it.