Just a quick Jot to cover my butt in case I've just broken the twins....and an explanation may be in order, so here goes...

This morning, CC was home, and we were all watching a little TV. CC does not take into consideration that the girls are with us, and teds to selfishly watch whatever he feels like watching... Me, I'm trying to finish up an assignment on-line. The girls are getting restless, because neither of us is paying attention to them, nothing good on the tele, and quite frankly 20 minutes straight in one spot is just way too much to bare....
So, I say to CC... Can you please entertain them, I only need like 20 more minutes... He grabs TD1 and says... Come here baby, Mommy doesn't love you.... I'm heartbroken, upset, appalled... I reproach him, I say... Don't tell her that, that isn't true.. take it back... He exclaims... She's only 2... I shoot back.. you'd be surprised what kids remember.. and to my daughter, I say... Come here baby.... Daddy's Gay...

I know what you are thinking... we were just playing, but I think she is broken...

Wish me luck!!!

Today was a VERY long day... I dropped off the twins with my mother, the Queen of hearts and spent the day getting poked and prodded...
EKG, Chest X-Rays, Blood Work, the nutritionist visit, and of course my favorite... the Quack...

I was pleasantly surprised with the visit with the nutritionist... But the psychologist???? He reminded me of the creepy guy on the Frosty cartoon... You know the Magician, I think his name was Mr. Hinckle... and he was MEAN... But I could feel him prodding into my head, trying to get his little fingers in there and swoosh around... I let the tips in, and he only saw what I wanted him to see.. lol.. Just hope it was enough... He did however convince me that the Bypass was a better choice, and we're back on THAT ban wagon..

Wish me Luck!!!

So, today I decided to go see a fertility specialist... I guess quite frankly the decision was made between my husband and I a few weeks ago... We decided to try this long torturous road yet again.
My appointment went rather well, all things considered... The doctor was very kind, but she brought up an interesting point.... My weight... It seems that is ALWAYS an issue no matter what circumstances I'm tossed into... She mentioned Bariatric surgery, and made me think...
I have decided to at least do a little research, I'd rather be healthy for Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, than risk it all in search of something we may NEVER achieve....

wish me luck!!!