Note to self

Having sex in the living-room freaks out the dog.

Our Dog:
We have a greyhound who is about 5 years old. We rescued him from my in-laws, who rescued him from a vet, who, I think, rescued him from his original owner. The story is a bit sketchy, but from what I understand... Our dog used to race, until he broke his ankle. The vet took him in, but kept him caged, taking him out only to give blood to other dogs. My sister-in-law worked at this vet and found out what was going on. She asked her parents to take the dog in.

He was never like other pet dogs. He didn't play, he wouldn't eat in front of people, was hesistant to accept any treats. He adjusted reasonably well over time. After about a year though, he started developing some odd tendencies and became somehwhat high-maintenance. He snapped at the other dogs, he would hide whenever people came over to the house, he started obsessively licking his paws. My in-laws decided it was time for him to go. We offered to take him in, but were living across the country at the time and didn't feel it would be good for the dog to travel that far, especially when we knew we'd be moving back to the other side of the country within a year. My in-laws agreed to keep the dog until we got back to their coast.

As soon as we got into our new home, my in-laws drove the 6 hours to our house to deliver our dog to us.
He's happy now. He acts like a pet. He still doesn't know what to do with a ball, but he plays in other ways. He smiles. He's no longer neurotic, will eat no matter who is around, and LOVES company. He's probably the most low-maintenance dog I've ever encountered. We all agree that it was probably the insane stress level, tension and yelling at my in-laws that caused his previous issues.

What is it with in-laws?

I can totally relate to our poor dog, but that's for another post.

in the beginning

I've been wanting to start a blog for a little while now.. I want/need some sort of outlet. I think my friends may be growing tired of my endless rants about my psycho in-laws and my frequent weeping about my continual non-pregnant state.

The introduction:
I'm happily married (2 years and almost 4 months) My husband and I are both 23. We have one daughter (from my previous relationship. engaged. not married.) She will be 4 in June. We also have a cat and a dog.
My in-laws are psycho (whose aren't?) and live about 6 hours away from us. Not the '3 states of personal space' I'd prefer, but it'll have to do. My parents live about 3 hours from us, but they're not psycho, so this is a good thing.

We've been trying to have another child almost as long as we've been married. After trying for about a year and a half I got a 'Pregnant' on one of those nifty, digital, pee-sticks. June 16th. We excitedly called everyone we've known since preschool to tell them all the great news. I was hesitant to do this, as I had a feeling it wouldn't last. Somehow I knew, but I thought if I just went on like everything would be okay, then it would be. Of course, this was not so. About a week later I started to bleed. We went to the ER and waited for an eternity. They ran numerous tests and ordered an internal ultrasound. We got to see our little raisin-looking baby. I'm glad we got to see him.
It's been just over 9 months since our loss. We have yet to conceive again and are beginning infertility testing.

I haven't really found anyone to talk to yet. I have quietly mentioned our struggle to get pregnant to a few people, testing the waters to see if they might lend a bit of support. So far I've gotten a lot of "At least you have one" and "You're still young". Loss and fertility issues apparently aren't supposed to be as difficult when you're under 30 and have a child already. So now I sit, cross-legged in my papasan chair, listening to 'Dora the Explorer' on TV, and 'talking' to no one in particular. I hope this outlet provides something positive for me through its existance, however brief it may be.