|Watson is silently laughing at these humanoid fools.|
It's just been too long since I last posted, and this simply will not do!
First things first: I have a terrible crush on Watson. As in the IBM robot currently kicking ass on Jeopardy. Matt doesn't fault me for this, as he has his own burning desires for that bot. Ah...young nerds in love.
Speaking of love, Valentine's Day has come and gone and we celebrated with wonton soup and egg rolls - the only thing that rivals my love for Matt, is (of course) my love for food, which is worn on the plump slope of my belly- it's a mid-section that has seen it's share of shrimp pad thai, spaghetti and meatballs, and chicken pot pie. And since we're not a couple for grand displays of romance (well, that one year I did sort of demand flowers at work but that ship has sailed), we celebrated quietly. Not that I didn't demand anything: I requested a card that he didn't "just sign". I wanted verbiage, damnit! And dot those i's with hearts! He wrote me a lovely note that makes me cry every time I read it. It may be the wacky fertility meds, but, hey, it just might be love.
It's been a trying few months for us, but how lucky we are. This is what I repeat when I hear troublesome news. Take last week: it was announced our consulting company is going belly up and we'll either being going bankrupt or will be bought in an acquisition. Since I work in corporate, we - almost certainly - will be laid off. The question is when. This, of course, will end our fertility treatments. We also just started a new IVF cycle and are forging ahead as most of it is paid for by the practice due to the last cycle's mishap. But then that's it. I'm upset, but I've even more upset it's making me so upset which, in turn, makes me even more upset. Or something like that. It's upsetting I can't even figure out that sentence!
Now it's chocolate cake time. Yes - I got cake too, because just Chinese food isn't fattening enough, and well, I deserve it! (That's what I say, at least.)