Fast and Furious

This time of year I feel like a dog chasing it's tail. No matter how fast I go I will not catch it. Work is in full tilt as we gear up for the spring growing season. I love my work and sometimes lose my personal life/work balance. It's something I do need to work at.

So a month or so ago the minister of the little church we have been attending came to our house to talk about joining the church officially. I was raised Catholic and DH was raised Quaker so we come from opposite ends of the spectrum. We like this little Methodist church but we are clueless to their rules/traditions etc. So the minister or "Preacher" C. as he likes to be called ( I just can't call him that. I feel like I am on Little House on the Prairie or something.) came to our house. He came at 7 at night and I was unsure of etiquette, I mean was I supposed to feed him dinner or something? My mom assured me that coffee and cookies were appropriate. My priest growing up had a built in keg in his refrigerator so what do I know? OK so we are sitting around our kitchen table discussing our backgrounds and talking about the church. Let me preface this by telling you all our furniture is very very old... like early 1920's old. I keep hearing the chair the minister is sitting in pop and creak with every movement. Now "Preacher C" is a big man, but not huge. Well the next thing you know, the whole seat collapsed and he fell on the floor. I was mortified. He was embarrassed. The chair is demolished. DH and I jumped up and helped him to his feet. He apologized and offered to buy us a new chair, but all I could think of was "He will NEVER forget coming to visit us" that's for damn sure. We all laughed about it, and DH and I have decided to join the church but first we have to get baptized. I was baptized as a baby, but DH was not b/c Quakers don't roll like that. So I think it is a spiritual thing for us to do it together. I hope that it help us grow closer together and closer to God.

So Many Tales to Tell

I have had a million blog posts on my mind, and can't seem to make the time to put them on the page. Things have been super busy at work and I have been kicking ass and taking names.

I suck at gluten free, but I am still slowly working on it.

DH and I went to counseling, the therapist was a bit of a douche and I'm not sure I want to go back but we have an appt. next week and I still haven't canceled.

Running is going good. I had to buy new shoes b/c my knees were starting to hurt and that is a sign my shoes are blown out.

We had a conversation about "the drinking" but I think we need to go further with it.

We met with the minister at the little church we have been attending for the last few months and talked about how to officially join. The ministers visit to our home is a hilarious post all on its own. I will write about it soon.

We visited my brother and met my new niece. I'm hoping to go back to see them at the end of the month for oldest 2nd B-day.

I thought I was pg last month for about 3 days. My acupuncturist H thought so too. She said my pulse wasn't slippery but something was going on. I was never late and had 3 BFN tests, but she thinks something might have started but didn't finish. So H thinks we should start casually TTC. I have mixed feelings about it. I do think DH and I have come miles from where we were a few months ago, but I still feel we have miles to go. I feel very strong emotionally and physically but the thought of being pg still scares me badly. I want to be secure, knowing if I did get pg and it went wrong that I wouldn't fall back in that fucking hole I have worked so hard to get out of. I'm not that secure yet.

So I think we should just wait at least for a little bit.