My husband got a tenor saxophone. He hasn't played in 15 years, but his high school has started an alumni band, and they might play in the Rose Parade in 2015 or something, so he's been re-learning it. The first couple of days were pretty painful. For a little while, I understood how my parents felt when I was 10 and learning the violin. But he's getting a lot better, and when he jams he reminds me of a skinny Bill Clinton, which is weirdly hot.
Speaking of hot, we're doing another cycle of IUI this month, which means that J got to give me a shot in the hip today. We sure know how to keep it interesting. I'm getting really cynical about this whole thing. This will be the third cycle, and I know that it's supposed to end up that you get a baby out of it, but I'm honestly resigned to this just being a giant money pit. A woman in my choir said that a more empowering word might be that I'm just surrendering, but I think she's just sugar-coating it. I'm 110% cynical at this point. I go through the motions - acupuncture (which I really don't like), cut out caffeine, etc etc.
But I'm not buying it that anybody gets a baby out of this procedure. And then I start freaking myself out because I'm so negative, and I think I should be positive because maybe I'm making myself not be pregnant by being so negative, and then I think that if I keep thinking I'm going to make my head explode. So then I sit in a bubblebath for two hours with my head under the water, ignoring everything except the cats trying to play with the shower curtain.
That is all. I'm a cynical hormonal mess at the moment.
In that spirit, here's some funny local news, because it's been a while. Nothing's funnier than farts and local news. Mix it together for some magic alchemy.