We have been having a lot of fun here in Casa Booski.

During both of the last two evenings, Noah has worn himself out by dancing and doing laps through our living room, dining room, and hall, both while giggling like a maniac. (Note: linked files are long.)

Tonight, he also asked that we get out the fabric tunnel. (By ask, I mean walked over to where it sits tied into a big round donut, touched it, and looked at me while going “Enh. Ennnh. Ennnnnnhhhhh!” until I figured out what he wanted.)

That was almost funnier than the dancing and running laps.

Feet!Almost Out of the Tunnel

Sadly, wearing himself out has not precluded waking up at 2 am. Loudly and with great frustration. And staying awake.

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We have also been having some stress. This thyroid thing, while not apparently dangerous, is also no joke.

Jill is on a low dose of thyroid replacement hormone, and they will do another round of bloodwork in a couple of weeks to see if things have improved enough that she can TTC. If not, more drugs, more tests, and more delays. If we are lucky, she will get to start right around her birthday, a not so wonderful reminder that our chances are steadily decreasing.

Aunt Anna is bored out of her gourd on bedrest. The baby has dropped and seems to be contemplating making an appearance. When I’m there June 9 & 10, maybe I’ll be meeting him.

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It appears that my high school class is having a 20th reunion after all! (If you are in my graduating class and read this, I gave Engrid your email address, assuming I have it. I also gave her all the teacher email addresses I could find, mostly pilfered from Sandra’s emails.)

And it is the weekend after BlogHer, which turns out to be convenient — I’d been planning to go to Milwaukee for the weekend before BlogHer, but now I think I’ll go the weekend after.

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Dammit. Not convenient after all. We just consulted a calendar, including our best estimate of when Jill will be ovulating, assuming we get all the thyroid stuff sorted out. Looks like the week we would be in Milwaukee.

That bites.

Pretty much that means that either we wait to TTC, or Jill doesn’t come to my reunion with me. And both of us deal with a high energy toddler alone in an airport.

Probable plan du jour:

1) I go to BlogHer by myself

2) Jill and Noah go to Milwaukee, where I meet them after Saturday’s BlogHer sessions are over (skipping Saturday dinner & parties).

3) Jill leaves Milwaukee maybe on Wednesday; earlier if she surges early. We ask around to see if any of our doctor friends there can check to see how many follicles she has and how they look — if they don’t look promising, no leaving early.

4) Noah hangs out with Grandma while I go to reunion. This especially means PLEASE TELL ME YOU ARE GOING. And those of you who are a year (or two) ahead or behind us, wouldn’t that week be a good time to visit Milwaukee?
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Sudden thought: Hey Lizzie, will your work send you to BlogHer? Where we could hang out with Lizzy? Mebbe yall could do a similar first part of our logistical crazy dance and then we can have a week long playdate in Milwaukee while our friends with jobs there are at work.