Le weekend: comme ci, comme ca

It was an up and down weekend in this neck of the woods. Saturday was absolutely lovely weather and lovely day altogether. We slept in, went for a walk, tended to the yard. Oh, how I love to ride the power mower! For dinner we drove down to Providence, which is about 25 minutes south of us. We always kick ourselves for not going there more often -- I mean, we drive 15 minutes to the local podunk chain restaurants, what in the world is 10 more minutes to go out in a charming city and get some real cuisine? We do drive down about once a month, but after Saturday's dinner we pledged to make it at least twice a month. We went to a French restaurant for which we've been sitting on a gift card for almost 3 years! It's called Pot Au Feu and has a homey bistro on the bottom floor and a fancy blue-blood dining room on the top floor. We happily chose to sit in the bistro. The service was great and the food was tres yummy! NoodleGuy and I both had the French Onion Soup as a starter and then I had duck with orange and raspberry sauce as an entree and he had sirlion with pommes frites. Both entrees were awesome and it was a really nice, romantic evening out. The funny thing with the bill was that the gift card we had was for $75 and the bill came to $74.41, with no effort from us! We were not counting the amount, figuring we'd happily throw in however much more money we spent, but it was almost dead on!

Sunday we woke up in good moods, I baked blueberry muffins but things soon went downhill. NGuy decided to rearrange the furniture in our bedroom and came down and said "I know you're going to hate it." Hmmm, never a great way to open a conversation. I went upstairs and indeed, did hate it. He put all the furniture on one side of the room, so it looks totally lopsided. Plus, I've written about them before -- the cat trees. NGuy builds cat trees for our kitties to climb. They're not the loveliest things in the world, but it's cute that he builds them and the cats love them so I'm happy to have them around. That being said, we've both agreed that they don't necessarily need to be front and center as far as home decor goes. So where does he put it in the bedroom? Right inside the door, so it's the very first thing someone would see!! I'm trying to create a homey, pottery barn type atmosphere and he puts Sanford & Son type furniture front and center. Now, normally we'd try to negotiate, or I'll admit, more often I'll get my way with home stuff but I care more. Plus, I have to say this, I'm usually right on this subject. But he got randomly feisty about it and we bickered about it. Then he kind of considered it a closed subject, started watching football, so I went off to read. That doesn't sound earth-shattering, but we rarely go off to separate corners. He came up about an hour later and we sort of made up. But then things got tense again, and we made up again. It was just a weird day where we never clicked and it was raining all day, so we were cooped up and cranky.

Finally before bed, we watched Wall-E (never saw it before, very cute) and were in better moods. But somehow in the transition of going from downstairs to upstairs, we got all cranky again. And NGuy tried to go to sleep without saying good night to me!!! We ALWAYS say "Good night <insert endearment>, I love you." and kiss before going to sleep. But he tried to just turn away from me and good to sleep without saying a word!! I poked him in the back and was all "You better turn over because we're not going to sleep like this." And we grumped for a while at each other but agreed it wasn't really anyone's fault and we were just out of alignment.

It was a frustratingly wasted day, we had planned on joining the gym and also stopping by Ho.me De.pot to inquire about renting a pressure washer to strip the paint off our porch next weekend. But we did nothing because both of us were too busy sulking. So we agreed that next time this happens, we'll make ourselves get out of the house and do something. When we finished grumping at each other, we talked about how we're bummed in general about all the crap we've put up with lately. The infertility, the boob stuff, he is wrestling with acid reflux which is driving him nuts because he's not allowed to eat anything he loves. Plus, we feel trapped in our town and house due to the economy, etc etc. You know, all that grown-up stuff that seems much worse when you don't have a partner/buddy talking you down, reminding you of all the good stuff going on. So, we made up, did our shoo-shooing, kissed and snuggled in.

This morning, I made him his usual breakfast (english muffin with natural peanut butter) and protein shake. He apologized for being a grump, which was way more than was needed because we were both grumps. And it's a lovely day again, which puts both of us in a much better mood. I'm going to bike into town on my lunch break today and stop by the local seafood shop and find something yummy to make for dinner, something he's actually allowed to eat on this annoying acid reflux diet. He goes back to the doctor on Friday to see what the month-long detox has done, hopefully he can add some fun stuff back in like tomatoes and beer. And coffee!

Otherwise, I'm just trying to stay busy so that I don't obsess waiting for my phone call later in the week from the breast surgeon, Dr. S. My boob itself is doing well, thank you. ;) Still impressive bruising but getting better. I'm supposed to let the surgical tape over the incision come off on its own, you're not supposed to peel it, for fear of opening the wound. But it is driving me nuts!! I have an allergic reaction to surgical tapes and develop rashes, so it's this slight form of torture that I can't do anything about it.

Finally, in fertility "news", I started tracking my BBT again this weekend. I'm not supposed to TTC until I get AF, but I don't really care. I think I'm just about at O time, assuming the D&E was like rebooting me to the start of a cycle. I've had some EWCM the past few days (or at least, the minimal version I get) and my temps were in the pre-O range over the weekend. This morning my temp dropped a big chunk, so I'm wondering if today is going to be O day. We BDed on Saturday afternoon -- remember, Saturday was our good day ;) -- and we'll do it again tonight. I'm not really nervous we'll get pg as, um, we've been trying for 3 years and no bambino. But I figure WTF, I'll give it a try. I've read about other women getting pg right after a miscarriage, so let's roll the dice.