<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626591427696698851</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:03:13.587-06:00</updated><category term='Lyric Lines'/><category term='Life As We Know It'/><category term='Pregnancy'/><category term='Metformin'/><category term='PCOS/Pregnancy'/><category term='photography'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='All Things Domestic... or Trying To Be'/><category term='Lyrical Lines'/><title type='text'>Lyrical Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Because Everything In Life Has A Soundtrack...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cassie Llyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086890837032486856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/R9GTNyZsUpI/AAAAAAAAABI/dEo5ImtQWAw/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626591427696698851.post-6105155188689581578</id><published>2010-01-30T14:52:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T11:34:58.965-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life As We Know It'/><title type='text'>Ice Ice Baby</title><content type='html'>Another winter storm blew in on thursday.  It brought with it ice and snow.  We were all concerned about losing power but we weathered the storm without losing it.  Thank you Lord! So now we are left with a glistening layer of ice with a powder covering of snow blanketing everything on top of that.  It really is quite beautiful... dangerous but gorgeous at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/S2ScaCEORKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/q1C_pzIv1KE/s1600-h/P1281735_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 155px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/S2ScaCEORKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/q1C_pzIv1KE/s320/P1281735_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432639021560775842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a picture taken from my backyard looking out onto the golf course.  It's so beautiful out there after this last snow/ice storm that it takes my breath away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Frosty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/S2SdJTm31vI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KDIiB8sQ93U/s1600-h/P1291911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/S2SdJTm31vI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KDIiB8sQ93U/s320/P1291911.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432639833723361010" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/S2Sf-13NHVI/AAAAAAAAAE8/dMEJ6in5d_Y/s1600-h/P1291926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/S2Sf-13NHVI/AAAAAAAAAE8/dMEJ6in5d_Y/s320/P1291926.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432642952474991954" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;snow bush&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/S2ShliU7dUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5ugkzAyioWw/s1600-h/P1291766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/S2ShliU7dUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5ugkzAyioWw/s320/P1291766.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432644716757480770" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 285px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news Baby C is getting his first tooth!  Good times here at our house.  More on this and other things soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626591427696698851-6105155188689581578?l=lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6105155188689581578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626591427696698851&amp;postID=6105155188689581578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/6105155188689581578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/6105155188689581578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/2010/01/ice-ice-baby.html' title='Ice Ice Baby'/><author><name>Cassie Llyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086890837032486856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/R9GTNyZsUpI/AAAAAAAAABI/dEo5ImtQWAw/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/S2ScaCEORKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/q1C_pzIv1KE/s72-c/P1281735_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626591427696698851.post-3542229914743147328</id><published>2009-12-24T12:14:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T11:34:36.017-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life As We Know It'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrical Lines'/><title type='text'>I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas</title><content type='html'>I was just watching White Christmas, one of my all time favorite Christmas movies, while actually experiencing a white Christmas Eve.  So it's a blizzard here.  Literally.  We have a blizzard warning.  I don't think I've ever experienced that in all my 29 years and if I have I was too young to remember.  So this delicious, white wonderland outside is pretty remarkable because we hardly get much snow here.  Let a lone on Christmas.  Maybe if we're lucky a few flakes swirl in the air sometime during the winter months.  But they usually don't stick much or for very long.  Ice and sleet and freezing rain happen more frequently and wreak havoc on the city.  Not so today.  It is really coming down out there.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;"Snowin' and blowin and bushels of fun... now the jingle rock has begun."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The family is here now.  There is something nice about being warm and cozy with your family for Christmas.  I suppose that is only true though if you get along with your family.  Luckily we do!  So we're hunkering down and staying warm.  Watching the snow pile up outside.  We have GREAT windows everywhere in our new house to gaze at the scenery.  I plan on watching my favorite Christmas movies (like ELF, Christmas Vacation and the Red Rider BB Gun movie- even though I don't really care for it- it depresses me, but the fam likes it so...), the weather (because I like to watch weather-I'm kinda a fanatic) and I'm sure for The Hubbs and his Dad there will be football and basketball on at various points throughout the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is so much fun with Baby!  He's already opened like 4 presents.  The Grandparents just can't wait!  Baby is seeing his first snow and first blizzard as well as his first White Christmas.  What a First Christmas to have with him.  As I'm typing this he's snuggled up beside me napping.  LOVE IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Christmas Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/SzO0AHhm90I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9U5pRpDbtLg/s1600-h/PC050714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/SzO0AHhm90I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9U5pRpDbtLg/s320/PC050714.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418872690769852226" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/SzO0lscB6TI/AAAAAAAAAEk/FvCospb_gxg/s1600-h/PC050943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/SzO0lscB6TI/AAAAAAAAAEk/FvCospb_gxg/s320/PC050943.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418873336333723954" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626591427696698851-3542229914743147328?l=lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3542229914743147328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626591427696698851&amp;postID=3542229914743147328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/3542229914743147328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/3542229914743147328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-dreaming-of-white-christmas.html' title='I&apos;m Dreaming of a White Christmas'/><author><name>Cassie Llyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086890837032486856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/R9GTNyZsUpI/AAAAAAAAABI/dEo5ImtQWAw/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/SzO0AHhm90I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9U5pRpDbtLg/s72-c/PC050714.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626591427696698851.post-4051292954656505667</id><published>2009-12-22T18:15:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T11:33:15.600-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life As We Know It'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PCOS/Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrical Lines'/><title type='text'>Perfect People</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So I'll admit it I'm a bit of a perfectionist.  What?  You're surprised?  You act like I haven't mentioned this before.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;smile&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  I know, I know you say, "Cassie just chill out, everything doesn't have to be perfect all the time or even some of the time."  And I get that.  I do.  But I must say with Baby's First Christmas just days away I can't help but feel the pressure.  The pressure to make it PUR-FECT.  For everyone.  Not just Baby or the Hubbs; no this is a holiday that spans and includes the whole family.  My parents, his parents, sister, aunts, uncles, great grandparents.  And you know what friends- I just CAN'T DO IT!  I can't make everyone happy all the time even though I apparently think it's my job concerning family gatherings.  I put the pressure on myself.  Hubbs is all chill and laid back (envious- I am).  So glad I have him though because he sooo mellows me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/smile&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I have been forced to let go of my quest for what I'll call "Holiday HAPPINESS Perfection."  Because that's where I get hung up.  I'm ok with a slightly messy house (though I would feel better if all was in it's place.)  I'm ok with some dirty dishes, take out meals and toys underfoot.  What I feel the foolish need to control is something that I absolutely know rests with the individual- Their Happiness.  I find myself always concerned about others comfort and joy; which is considerate up unto the point that it becomes a serious detriment to mine.  Anyhooo friends, my body decided rebel against me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; my best intentions.  My back went out on Sunday.  Like TOTALLY OUT.  No fooling around.  My back was all:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;You think you are going to try to stand- WRONG.  Oh you want to walk like a normal 29 year old- NOPE more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;like an 89 year old! Sitting... ha FAT CHANCE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And in response I'm like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Dude, this is such a bad time, don't you know I have 45,000 things to do before Christmas!  Wrapping, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;cleaning, baking, oh ya and that thing called TAKING CARE OF AN 8 MONTH OLD! AHHHHH"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;To no avail though.  So I've been out of commission since Sunday with The Hubbs and Mo (my Mom if you have forgotten) taking the reigns.  Now instead of going to visit family, family is coming here to us.  Which will ultimately be a much better plan for us but the getting to the new plan sucked.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So much for Perfect... It's overrated anyway and not just because it's completely unrealistic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This year I'm hopping for a Great time together, Good food and company, Joy in the midst of what some might consider christmas chaos, Calm following the flurry of excitement!  Have a very Merry Christmas!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This is a song I love because it reminds us all that there is no such thing as perfect people but there is a perfect God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Perfect People" Artist:  Natalie Grant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never let 'em see you when you're breaking&lt;br /&gt;Never let 'em see you when you fall&lt;br /&gt;That's how we live and that's how we try&lt;br /&gt;Tell the world you've got it all together&lt;br /&gt;Never let them see what's underneath&lt;br /&gt;Cover it up with a crooked smile&lt;br /&gt;But it only lasts for a little while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;[CHORUS:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no such thing as perfect people&lt;br /&gt;There's no such thing as a perfect life&lt;br /&gt;So come as you are, broken and scared&lt;br /&gt;Lift up your heart and be amazed&lt;br /&gt;And be changed by a perfect God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it's like a weight is lifted&lt;br /&gt;When you hear the words that you are loved&lt;br /&gt;He knows where you are and where you've been&lt;br /&gt;And you never have to go there again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who lived and died to give new life&lt;br /&gt;To heal our imperfections&lt;br /&gt;So look up and see out let grace be enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By a perfect God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;[5x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be changed by a perfect God&lt;br /&gt;Be changed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626591427696698851-4051292954656505667?l=lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4051292954656505667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626591427696698851&amp;postID=4051292954656505667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/4051292954656505667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/4051292954656505667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/2009/12/perfect-people.html' title='Perfect People'/><author><name>Cassie Llyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086890837032486856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/R9GTNyZsUpI/AAAAAAAAABI/dEo5ImtQWAw/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626591427696698851.post-5915826117855862202</id><published>2008-12-17T19:59:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T11:32:38.343-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PCOS/Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Alive and Kicking!</title><content type='html'>So I'm still pregnant.  We are now 24 and a half weeks in on this journey. And we are both doing well- Alive and Kicking (LITERALLY)!  It certainly has been interesting.  I'm doing really well.  Feeling pretty good.  So thankful to not be sick anymore.  That part was brutal. But I suppose 6 weeks for feeling utterly awful is a small price to pay for our precious little boy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is moving around so much these days.  It's crazy.  Definitely, in my opinion, the BEST part of pregnancy.  I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got more photos from the ultrasound than I thought we would.  Here is a slightly fuzzy picture of our boy.  I have to say- he's already pretty adorable!&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/SUmvwc9lXlI/AAAAAAAAADM/EuYG3KyEtcs/s320/Photo+60.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280945285011693138" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626591427696698851-5915826117855862202?l=lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5915826117855862202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626591427696698851&amp;postID=5915826117855862202&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/5915826117855862202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/5915826117855862202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/2008/12/alive-and-kicking.html' title='Alive and Kicking!'/><author><name>Cassie Llyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086890837032486856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/R9GTNyZsUpI/AAAAAAAAABI/dEo5ImtQWAw/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/SUmvwc9lXlI/AAAAAAAAADM/EuYG3KyEtcs/s72-c/Photo+60.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626591427696698851.post-1860811182944407233</id><published>2008-08-06T21:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T11:32:22.730-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PCOS/Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>I'm PREGNANT!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes my friends it is true!  I know I can hardly believe it.  I took a the pregnancy test on Sunday morning and it turned both lines dark pink instantly.  I couldn't believe it.  I just sat on the toilet staring at it saying "Oh my goodness!"  Hubby was in the main part of the bathroom brushing his teeth and immediately wanted to know what was wrong.  I just told him, "There's two line, there's two lines."  And I handed it out to him.  It was a shock.  I took another test on Monday morning with the same results and called the Dr. W's office to get in for blood work.  My nurse, nurse T, called me back and assumed that I had gotten my period and needed to come in for that blood work.  When I told her I hadn't but that I had gotten two positive pregnancy tests she was instantly ecstatic!  It was so sweet.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went in for my labwork on Tuesday and this afternoon I talked to nurse T to find out the results.  She said I was definitely pregnant and that everything looked great.  She said all my numbers and levels were good and that my progesterone looked really good!  Praise the Lord!!!!  I am about 6 weeks along right now.  I have my first official prenatal appointment with Dr. W on Friday morning.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So excited.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And freaked out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But thrilled.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a blessing!  I will be on my knees in prayer for my little biscuit (even though it isn't as big as a biscuit that is what my best friend and I have taken to calling our little embryo!) everyday, throughout the day praying for safety and that it's healthy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's my big news tonight!  I just wanted to share it with you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With much love to you all.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626591427696698851-1860811182944407233?l=lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1860811182944407233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626591427696698851&amp;postID=1860811182944407233&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/1860811182944407233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/1860811182944407233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-pregnant.html' title='I&apos;m PREGNANT!!!!!'/><author><name>Cassie Llyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086890837032486856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/R9GTNyZsUpI/AAAAAAAAABI/dEo5ImtQWAw/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626591427696698851.post-1897049454956295782</id><published>2008-07-24T19:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T11:32:00.322-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PCOS/Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>So You're Saying There's a Chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Things have been pretty smooth around here.  Just keeping a low profile.  I've been enjoying summer.  Hanging out with the Hubby, doing a lot of swimming (which I love!) and basically just chillin'.  It's been good.  I can't believe summer's end is nearing.  Boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We've been doing what we can to get that bun in the oven but nothing yet.  After having a 45 day cycle last month and feeling lousy about that I had an appointment with Dr. W at the beginning of the month and we strategized.  She upped my metformin, which has made me feel pretty yuck.  So I guess that's been going on too.  Now I'm up to 1500.  I also bought one of those new month long ovulation kits to give it a chance.  For real this time the sticks went off on the 16th &amp;amp; 17th of this month after having progressively darkened for a few days before.  So I was feeling pretty confident with it's accuracy.  Then on Monday the 21st I got my progesterone checked.  They Dr.'s office called yesterday and today and both the nurse and then Dr. W said that I definitely did ovulate this month and that my levels were again really high and strong.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Of course I'm not getting my hopes up but they said that they were strong enough that there is at least a chance that I could have something cookin'.  It's still too soon to tell but I like knowing that for the first time we actually knew when I was ovulating and got to it at the right time.  So I count it as a positive either way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;On an unrelated note we leave to go to Camp with 20 middle school kids and 4 leaders (and myself too) on Saturday night.  We'll be riding in a 35 passenger bus overnight.  It will be a 14 hour drive to get there but it is soooooo worth it.  This camp is A-Maz-ING!  But ya those of you who do could certainly pray for me- and Hubby too because he's going because he's a leader.  I'll have some fun pictures to show when we get back.  So I'll be gone and I'm looking forward to it.  The only thing I'm not looking forward to is feeling gross because of the Met.  I just hate road trips because I always feel trapped and icky but what can you do.  It's my job and it's pretty great.  Just send a prayer for me that I get through both bus rides without incident!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Thanks friends!!!  Hope you are all doing great... because I think you are all pretty great yourselves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626591427696698851-1897049454956295782?l=lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1897049454956295782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626591427696698851&amp;postID=1897049454956295782&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/1897049454956295782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/1897049454956295782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-youre-saying-theres-chance.html' title='So You&apos;re Saying There&apos;s a Chance'/><author><name>Cassie Llyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086890837032486856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/R9GTNyZsUpI/AAAAAAAAABI/dEo5ImtQWAw/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626591427696698851.post-987813760359507075</id><published>2008-06-23T21:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T11:31:40.566-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life As We Know It'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PCOS/Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>You Say It's Your Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Tomorrow's my birthday!  Hooray for me!  The big 2-8!  Twenty-Eight is great!  That shall be my positive affirmation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It was a good weekend.  Friday night we went to dinner with some of our friends and in honor of my impending birthday we got a piece of the most AMAZING chocolate cake!  It was seriously as big as my head!  It was delicious.  It was so huge (and delish) that we have been eating it since Friday.  In Saturday we hung out, ran some errands and had a triple feature at home.  Three movies back to back to back.  We usually don't watch movies very often but we had a fun movie marathon.  On Sunday we slept in and played some Mario Kart on the Wii.  Then we went to dinner with my parents to celebrate.  It was lovely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Only non-lovely thing about this weekend is that at CD45 AF arrived with a vengeance!  Boo!  And so the new cycle begins...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626591427696698851-987813760359507075?l=lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/feeds/987813760359507075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626591427696698851&amp;postID=987813760359507075&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/987813760359507075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/987813760359507075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-say-its-your-birthday.html' title='You Say It&apos;s Your Birthday!'/><author><name>Cassie Llyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086890837032486856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/R9GTNyZsUpI/AAAAAAAAABI/dEo5ImtQWAw/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626591427696698851.post-4095956532735702893</id><published>2008-06-15T18:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T11:31:16.326-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PCOS/Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Me and My Grumpy Self!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm really frustrated today.  No AF yet.  No real signs or symptoms of being pregnant.  Just Nothing.  Grrr!  For me it is Cycle Day &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;40&lt;/span&gt;.  40!  Are you kidding me?!  Since February it hasn't been this long before... usually somewhere around 36-38 days.  Since I don't feel pregnant at all I just wish that my stupid period would come so that it would be over soon and we could move on with Baby Quest 08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am however a huge ball of hormones... and not the sweet kind that make you overly sappy or overly kind, nope I have the ugly ones: moody, irritable, quick tempered, sad.  Oh and then there's the tired factor.  I'm just feel weary.  Like my body is all out of whack, which I suppose is a correct characterization.  Woke up this morning sort of feeling like I was getting a cold or a sinus infection.  It's eased somewhat throughout the day but the lethargic, unproductive, self critical feelings are still in full effect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sorry to be so grumpy today.  Nothing in my world is particularly bad or off or stressful (except for the not being able to create life thing).  I realize that.  But this is how it is today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And, no, I don't want to do a pregnancy test because it is a test I feel I will surely fail.  I already feel crappy so I don't want to reinforce that.  I know it doesn't really change anything it just seems sadistic (I still might do it later this week if nothing changes though).  I'm not up for it on Father's Day.  I don't want to announce to Hubby, "Hey you know how we thought I wasn't with child... well, we were right!"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't want to do anything.  I'm just sitting here watching Extreme Home Makeover.  Don't want to make dinner, don't want to go to the store (though I need things like eggs &amp;amp; milk), don't want to sleep, don't want to talk, don't want to play wii, don't even really want to watch tv. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seriously, aren't a I peach today?!  With my self indulgent attitude now in check I shall end this for the evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hope today you are feeling loved and appreciate it because I'm positive you deserve it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626591427696698851-4095956532735702893?l=lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4095956532735702893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626591427696698851&amp;postID=4095956532735702893&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/4095956532735702893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/4095956532735702893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/2008/06/me-and-my-grumpy-self.html' title='Me and My Grumpy Self!'/><author><name>Cassie Llyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086890837032486856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/R9GTNyZsUpI/AAAAAAAAABI/dEo5ImtQWAw/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626591427696698851.post-6741412032936453306</id><published>2008-06-09T22:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T11:30:50.036-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life As We Know It'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PCOS/Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All Things Domestic... or Trying To Be'/><title type='text'>Ha Ha Ha Ha Stayin' Alive...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ya I'm alive.  Yes I'm a delinquent blogger.  True my life is pretty boring right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Summer is here and that means that until we take kids to Camp work slows down... like a lot. Praise The Lord because I was feeling pretty burned out.  I've kind of been in hiding.  And relishing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This last weekend was my sweet Hub's birthday!  We celebrated all weekend.  On Friday his parents came to stay with us overnight to celebrate.  We grilled out and I made some delicious creations including Frito Bandito Salad (which is way better than it sounds), Fruit Salad with a delish dip and Strawberry Cupcakes with chocolate frosting!  Saturday, his actual birthday, we hung out with his parents. Showed them around his work campus and new office, went to lunch at a yummy seafood restaurant on the lake and then took it easy the rest of the day.  That night we watched movies and snuggled!  It was bliss!  On Sunday we played things low-key and that night my parents came over and brought dinner to celebrate.  It was a GREAT weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;On the baby front... well... nothing much going on... yet.  I'm keeping the faith though.  After having been told at the beginning of May that they thought I had ovulated during my period I spent some time and effort talking to Dr. W and getting the facts straightened out.  She said that she DID NOT believe that I had ovulated then (like the nurse said).  So I ended up getting my blood drawn the last week of May to check my Progesterone levels.  That was the week I would have been ovulating (if my cycle was 38 days which it has been since February).  She said the tough part was that we could miss the surge by a few days on either side so it wasn't fully conclusive.  And I guess we did because I got it came back low.  But by my calculator I got my blood taken on Tuesday and my O window was to start on Wednesday and increase through Saturday and then taper off after that.  Who even knows.  She did up my Metformin by 1 dose bringing my total dosage up to 1000 mg.  So technically this could be the two week wait but I'm not expecting anything this month.  I'm mostly interested to see if my period stays at 38 days or if it changes either way.  Way low expectations.  Kind of sad, but just being realistic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;That's my update for what it's worth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hope all is well with you my friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Much Love To You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626591427696698851-6741412032936453306?l=lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6741412032936453306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626591427696698851&amp;postID=6741412032936453306&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/6741412032936453306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/6741412032936453306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/2008/06/ha-ha-ha-ha-stayin-alive.html' title='Ha Ha Ha Ha Stayin&apos; Alive...'/><author><name>Cassie Llyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086890837032486856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/R9GTNyZsUpI/AAAAAAAAABI/dEo5ImtQWAw/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626591427696698851.post-5752264356152233767</id><published>2008-05-18T22:56:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T11:29:37.854-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All Things Domestic... or Trying To Be'/><title type='text'>Grown Up Make-Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;When I imagine myself as a wife... and later as a mother I fancy myself to be very domestic; which most of the time I am woefully not.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; I have my moments.  It's sort of like grown-up dress-up for me.  I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I am meticulous at organization (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;very Martha or like I could be featured in the very cool mag Domino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) and get my clean on in brief bursts. I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;make-believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm like Rachel Ray and can whip up yummy things easily while keeping my sense of humor intact and floating around the kitchen gracefully.  I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;play &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;domestic goddess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as I toss laundry into the washer and sometimes I even stop long enough to squirt on some spray &amp;amp; wash.  So since I imagine such roles for myself to act out (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I really missed my theatrical calling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) it is obvious that these qualities aren't always my mode of operation.  I'm hoping that maybe someday if I make believe enough I am these characters, play enough with my grand thoughts, pretend enough and fake my way through thes&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;e task that I don't always find easy or enjoy that they will &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; become more of who I am; how I live daily, what I do with my time to make our life happier and healthier.  There's always the hope of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;With all that nonsense said I played &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Chef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this weekend.  I tried a couple of new recipes (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;which I hate to do because I always fear it isn't going to be as good as I hoped and I will then have nothing to eat for dinner or to take somewhere or serve to guests... it's the perfectionist in me.  I'm working on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) and cooked up storm.  It was a tasty weekend.  I made a lovely Strawberry Newport or some call it a Napoleon.  It was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;sooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; yummy.  I used Filo dough because I couldn't find puff pastry at the store.  Man that stuff is temperamental.  And to be fair I went into the filo dealings knowing I wasn't going to do it exactly like I should if I wanted it to be perfect (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;see I lowered my expectations...I'm growing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;).   It was so g&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;ood though.  I'm a few pictures below just to get you salivating.  I'm not sure it does it justice but I was still pleased with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Hope you all had a Sweet Weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bon Appetite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/SDD-tvt7kKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VsgpFjTtPtw/s320/P5150048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201937631469605026" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Yummm!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/SDD-Yft7kJI/AAAAAAAAACI/SBcD1diYuqs/s320/P5150049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201937266397384850" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Look at that Layering!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/SDD_L_t7kLI/AAAAAAAAACY/xQ4dqvm9aGU/s320/P5150050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201938151160647858" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;You know you want a bite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626591427696698851-5752264356152233767?l=lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5752264356152233767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626591427696698851&amp;postID=5752264356152233767&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/5752264356152233767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/5752264356152233767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/2008/05/grown-up-make-believe.html' title='Grown Up Make-Believe'/><author><name>Cassie Llyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086890837032486856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/R9GTNyZsUpI/AAAAAAAAABI/dEo5ImtQWAw/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/SDD-tvt7kKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VsgpFjTtPtw/s72-c/P5150048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626591427696698851.post-2190030788372550516</id><published>2008-05-13T20:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T11:29:13.464-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PCOS/Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>Thank you friends for your comments.  Your thoughts are very helpful.  I am considering what you have suggested and I'm trying to figure out what to do.  Thanks so much for the help.  I'm still just confused.  I'll keep everyone updated on what develops.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626591427696698851-2190030788372550516?l=lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2190030788372550516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626591427696698851&amp;postID=2190030788372550516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/2190030788372550516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/2190030788372550516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/2008/05/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Cassie Llyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086890837032486856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/R9GTNyZsUpI/AAAAAAAAABI/dEo5ImtQWAw/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626591427696698851.post-9165090676433568133</id><published>2008-05-12T15:31:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T11:28:47.809-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PCOS/Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrical Lines'/><title type='text'>Now There's A Curve Ball.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The Doctor's office called this morning and they said that all the test came back negative and normal.  That's what I suspected.  What I didn't count on is Nurse T saying that they thought I OVULATED that day I came in to test (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;last Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;WHAT!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; That is sooooooo frustrating to me.  So, what you're saying is I was sick, bleeding and ovulating?!  I asked her why this could be since it didn't seem like it would be around that time no matter what cycle calendar you were using.  She simply said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Well it's probably because you are Polycystic and you just never know when."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  Also re-stated in that conversation which I thought was said a bit cavalierly (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;but I don't think it was on purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Well your progesterone was so high that we thought you were pregnant but you weren't.  Then we think you ovulated that day or a day or two before or you were going to soon.  (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;?!@#$#@!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;) But you Ovulated so that's good."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ya a lot of good that does me for me to spontaneously ovulate after being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;regular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; for two months and for you to not get my results to me until 5 days after the test; past when I could have done anything to try to make a baby this month.  Grrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I was curious as to what would happen if I took an ovulation test today so I took one that I had left over from last month.  It came back with light positive line but it was really light.  Probably not much a chance there because I haven't been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;'doin it' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;all weekend because I was freaked out as to what was happening to me...oh and because I'm not hip on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;'gettin it on'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'm surfin' the crimson wave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;All that to say they were supposed to call back this afternoon (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;which they haven't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;) so we can "Regroup" and decide what to do now with the Metformin (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;probably increase my dose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;) and other such things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Any thoughts anyone?  Have you dealt with anything like this?  Anyone with PCOS experience such messed up cycles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Wow this has been a totally, completely frustrating week.  It wouldn't be so bad if everything wasn't all crazy.  It's like things went totally haywire this month.  Who knows.  It will happen when it happens but man I am reminded around every turn how out of control I really am- in this process and on a larger scale as well.  Which is hard for me...for most of us: to be out of control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What I know that I need to do is to be kind to myself.  I know that I need to do my best to remember truth, to appreciate that my body works well (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;well... most of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;) and that just because I don't fit a "medical norm" that it doesn't make me a freak.  No two people are the same and different things work for different people in a host of varying ways.  Those are the things I need to remember.  And to take deep breathes and relax with myself, my expectations and to enjoy all the good that is going on in my life each and every day!  All I can say is I'm trying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Right now the lyrics to the Michelle Branch song Breathe are playing in my head.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Breathe"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I've been driving for an hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Just talking to the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;You say I've been driving you crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;and its keeping you away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So just give me one good reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Tell me why I should stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;'Cause I dont wanna waste another moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;in saying things we never meant to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And I take it just a little bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I, hold my breath and count to ten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I, I've been waiting for a chance to let you in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;If I just breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Let it fill the space between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'll know everything is alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Every little piece of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;You'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Everything is alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;If I just breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Well it's all so overrated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;In not saying how you feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So you end up watching chances fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And wondering what's real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And I give you just a little time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I, Wonder if you realize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I've been waiting till I see it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;If I just breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Let it fill the space between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'll know everything is alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Breathe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Every little piece of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;You'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Everything is alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;If I just breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So I whisper in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hoping you hear me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Do you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;If I just breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Let it fill the space between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'll know everything is alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Breathe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Every little piece of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;You'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Everything is alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Everything is alright if i just breathe... breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I've been driving for an hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Just talking to the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br 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There&apos;s A Curve Ball.'/><author><name>Cassie Llyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086890837032486856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/R9GTNyZsUpI/AAAAAAAAABI/dEo5ImtQWAw/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626591427696698851.post-2301510489599501136</id><published>2008-05-09T13:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T11:28:08.384-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PCOS/Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Just Take My Blood Already!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I'm still bleeding.  It's somewhere between spotting and a light period.  Yesterday it was more like a beginning period though.  I finally got ahold of the Dr.'s office at about 1pm yesterday.  Ya first thing in the morning my ass!  Anyway, Nurse T said that Dr. W wanted me to come in and do blood work.  She said they were going to do a CBC, Progesterone, HCG and FSH tests.  So I dragged my nauseous, freaked out body out of bed and took a quick shower (because I hadn't in a while).  Then I took myself directly to the Dr.'s office.  I made great time by the way.  When I got there they took me back pretty quickly but then...I had to wait...and wait...and wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess it's sort of my fault or at least the fault of my veins because every time I go there to have my blood drawn I have to have special measures taken (have to lay down, use special needles etc.).  I apparently have small, deep veins and the girl who normally takes the blood can't do mine and the first time she tried I freaked her out to the point where she has never attempted it again.  Which is TOTALLY fine with me. I hate being mutilated by people who can't find a vein.  So this nice nurse of another doctor, that I have now befriended, is my designated Vampire.  Things were swamped in there, hence the waiting.  So I'm sitting there waiting for Nice Nurse Vampire to come attend to me, sad and bleeding while about 100 pregnant women paraded in front of me.  They were in various stages of pregnancy.  They were getting their blood pressure taken, weight charted, drinking that supposedly gross drink to measure blood glucose.  And I just sat there with my head down bleeding... and waiting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The only thing that made it better was that Nurse Vampire did a great job and she was sooooo very sweet and sensitive with me.  I then got up and dragged myself home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now I'm sitting here waiting to call the doctor's office because I don't want to seem like a psycho but I really want to call.  And as much as I want to call I also don't want to know what's going on.  Living in denial is easy; living in a constant state of the unknown is unbearable for me.  I'm worried that the test results will be inconclusive or negative.  I don't know that anything that is said at this point is "bad" or "good" it just is.  I know we'll move forward with more knowledge and insight about my cycle and body.  But this has just sucked.  I know it's not true, I know it's still really early in our fertility journey but I still feel like I'm letting my people down.  But I know that's not true.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Note: A lot of I knows in that paragraph.  I suppose I'm needing to reassure myself today more than usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I guess I'm gonna call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Update:  I called and they said they didn't have the lab work back and that Nurse T would call me when they came in.  They totally think I'm a crazy person.  Oh well... I am what I am and right now I feel a bit wacky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626591427696698851-2301510489599501136?l=lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2301510489599501136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626591427696698851&amp;postID=2301510489599501136&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/2301510489599501136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/2301510489599501136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-take-my-blood-already.html' title='Just Take My Blood Already!'/><author><name>Cassie Llyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086890837032486856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/R9GTNyZsUpI/AAAAAAAAABI/dEo5ImtQWAw/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626591427696698851.post-6305478855278136046</id><published>2008-05-08T09:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T11:26:59.462-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PCOS/Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>So here's what's going on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got the blood work back from Dr. W on Monday afternoon.  It said that the HCG test came back negative (which we thought was a high possibility since it was still early) but they said my Progesterone came back high.  So they said because of that they wanted me to come back in and test on Friday because there was a good chance I was pregnant.  Soo with that I went through Monday and Tuesday fine.  Then yesterday I felt really nauseous all and then in late afternoon I started spotting which over the evening progressed to a light bleed.  Sort of like at the beginning of a period.  Light cramps and gasey cramps but they don't feel like normal mentraul cramps.  It's like not in the same area or the same intensity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I'm not sure what is going on.  I called Dr. W and nurse T said that Dr. W wasn't in for the day and that she would call her and ask her what she thought and she would call me first thing in the morning.  Nurse T said again that the test was negative but that there could be a lot of "normal" reasons for the bleeding and to take it easy for the rest of the day.  I was already doing that.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I did that but it was so hard not to be anxious, and frankly confused.  I mean, honestly, I could accept it was a period but all the stuff that has been going on in my body this month.  I don't think it is the Metformin.  I've been tolerating that really well.  And I absolutely did not feel like this last month (March, before I got my period)...  and we were trying then so I know I'm not imagining these changes in my body...some things are visible like the breast changes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've read online (however credible it is) women talking about how bleeding is common in early pregnancy, how some people think they have had their period but then found out that they were pregnant, or others who pass some clots and go on to have healthy babies, others who have unexplained bleeding... and yes there are the stories about miscarriages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's just really weird too because everything has been speculation so far and nothing confirmed.  I'm hoping they let me come in for lab work today, since I was scheduled to go in on Friday they might as well let me come in.  I don't know.  I'm frustrated and confused.  We'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What I'm praying for is a definitive answer as to what is going on- period, bleeding w/an early pregnancy... or something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Please pray for my sanity and attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626591427696698851-6305478855278136046?l=lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6305478855278136046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626591427696698851&amp;postID=6305478855278136046&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/6305478855278136046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/6305478855278136046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-heres-whats-going-on.html' title='So here&apos;s what&apos;s going on.'/><author><name>Cassie Llyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086890837032486856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/R9GTNyZsUpI/AAAAAAAAABI/dEo5ImtQWAw/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626591427696698851.post-7982808846005327951</id><published>2008-05-04T08:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T11:26:07.814-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PCOS/Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Update on Friday and other associated things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 49.5pt; text-indent: -0.25in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So here's the low down on what is going on.  Went to Dr. W on Friday.  It was a good appointment.  I talked to her about what was going on- symptoms and changes which are listed below.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:LucidaGrande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;She said "Well it certainly sounds like you might be. You've got the early signs. I want to do a blood test and see what it says. If it comes back negative that is not unusual because every body builds hormones at different rates and it just might not be showing up yet. So if this one is negative we'll wait a week, since I think you have a good chance of being pregnant and we'll test again in a week." So I won't know anything from the test until tomorrow.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:LucidaGrande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I have to be honest that I'm just really praying that the test comes back positive because I truly feel different, like I am. And that's not just because I want to be (which I also said to Dr. W).  I'm not imagining things (you know like when you want something you imagine things to be like you want). Because I really wasn't expecting anything this quick anyway.  I didn't care if it was last month, this month, next month etc.  I just know that my body is different, I feel different and all the signs point to maybe baby. I'm just ready to have a confirmation of what's happening.  I told Dr. W. that if it isn't positive then something is going on here that we need to figure out.  She chuckled and said we could address that if the time came.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 49.5pt; text-indent: -0.25in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: Georgia; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;So that is  what is going on with me.  As always hope all is well with you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like I said the other day I'm keeping my fingers crossed, saying my prayers and hoping for a positive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 49.5pt; text-indent: -0.25in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);  font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 49.5pt; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Wingdings;font-size:21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626591427696698851-7982808846005327951?l=lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7982808846005327951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626591427696698851&amp;postID=7982808846005327951&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/7982808846005327951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/7982808846005327951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-heres-low-down-on-what-is-going-on.html' title='Update on Friday and other associated things...'/><author><name>Cassie Llyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086890837032486856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/R9GTNyZsUpI/AAAAAAAAABI/dEo5ImtQWAw/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626591427696698851.post-7052938908065857833</id><published>2008-05-01T21:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T11:23:21.333-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PCOS/Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>I have a big Doctors appointment tomorrow morning.  We'll see what Dr. W says.  I hope it's all positive.  No sign of AF, lots of signs of possibly being "with child."  I'm trying not to get my hopes up.  I'm expecting to do a blood test.  So you could say that I'm holding my breath, crossing my fingers and saying my prayers.   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's sort of bittersweet to post that because I know so many are struggling with the issue of conceiving.  It's my prayer that this does not bring you down but spurs us on to continue to hope and dream... regardless of (or in spite of) circumstances.  Whether it be baby dreams, lofty goals or personal desires.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace be with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626591427696698851-7052938908065857833?l=lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7052938908065857833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626591427696698851&amp;postID=7052938908065857833&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/7052938908065857833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/7052938908065857833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/2008/05/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow...'/><author><name>Cassie Llyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086890837032486856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/R9GTNyZsUpI/AAAAAAAAABI/dEo5ImtQWAw/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626591427696698851.post-5706310735647694932</id><published>2008-04-24T18:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T11:22:52.886-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PCOS/Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>I Did Not Retreat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Nope, no retreat for me.  Which considering my bad attitude about it the other day you might think was a good thing.  Ya, except for the fact that the reason I didn't go is because I was so very sick.  I woke up on Wednesday at 4:30am and became intimate with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;porcelain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; throne.  It was stomach cramps and intense nausea.  the cramps subsided but the nausea progressed throughout the day.  I felt like I was sea sick.  So needless to say I did not make the 2 hour trip to go on the retreat.  In fact I slept most of the day.  I started to feel better in the late afternoon and evening.  I slept pretty well last night but woke up this morning feeling queasy.  I tried to go back to sleep and when I woke up it wasn't as intense.  It has been with me off and on today but it's been tolerable.  Anyway that's been my last two days.  Hope you have been well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Later!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626591427696698851-5706310735647694932?l=lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5706310735647694932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626591427696698851&amp;postID=5706310735647694932&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/5706310735647694932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/5706310735647694932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-did-not-retreat.html' title='I Did Not Retreat.'/><author><name>Cassie Llyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086890837032486856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/R9GTNyZsUpI/AAAAAAAAABI/dEo5ImtQWAw/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626591427696698851.post-672652189177993957</id><published>2008-04-22T22:59:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T11:22:12.101-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PCOS/Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Showin' Your Crazy (emphasis on the Your not to be be confused with You're like you are)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Longest title ever.  I believe that in everyone of us we harbor some "crazy".  It's our own, it's different for everyone; sometimes it's quirky and endearing and sometimes it's just your everyday run-of-the-mill crazy.  But we've all got it, it's just a matter of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;how much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; of your particular "crazy" you are going to show at any given time.  That being said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The thing about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;showin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;' your crazy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; is that it often makes you eat your words, which sometimes makes me blush a little from embarrassment.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;As you may recall I was writing the other day about the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;villainous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; ovulation tests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.  Well turns out they actually did their job...or did I just scare them into submission? (s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;omething to think about people-  oops there goes my crazy showin' again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;).  So I was totally frustrated last Thursday.  I didn't want to try to pee on the stick again (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;notice I said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; because I'm not so good at doing it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;).  I'd like to mention here that I also bought the generic kind because I had already used all of the good ones (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;you know the ones with the replacement caps so you don't have to look at the pee stick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;) because Dr. W's nurse told me to start testing on a day that I thought (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;and was right, HA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;) was an entire week early.  So I had used all the good ones and the generic ones work but for some reason they took &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;wayyyyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; longer to show any kind of reading.  As I was saying, I was grumpy about testing but I did it and waited a little bit.  Nothing.  I figured I had missed the mark (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;if you know what I mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;) because the test line hadn't even appeared by then.  Now even more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;perturbed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; because I felt like I just wasted a tester stick I left it sitting there (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;on a paper towel I want to mention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;) and went to take a shower.  I actually forgot about it but went back in there to get something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;and I suddenly saw this ☟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/SA65htfmtNI/AAAAAAAAACA/P9t9WgzUHuw/s320/P4170003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192291409203737810" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I know I'm a dork for taking a picture of it... but you just gotta love me anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I was shocked.  Something had actually happened?!  Could it be that I was really ovulating (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;or would be in what the box said a regulation 24-36 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;)?  I was really excited.  And something I have to share is why I was so excited.  Yes, I want to have a baby but, for me up to now, it has been more about not feeling like my body was doing what it was supposed be doing.  Like I'm broken or something.  That's been the most frustrating thing at least up to this point.  We are still relatively early on in this journey and I realize that my feelings on our state of things will continue to develop but in this moment all I want(ed) to do was to feel normal... whatever normal is, but that's a different subject.  That is why it particularly exciting for me.  My body for like once, EVER, appeared to be doing what it should be doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Now we are in that weird two week waiting period.  Again this is the first "legitimate" month for us trying, as in trying while ovulating- and knowing it.  So we'll see.  I'm keeping my expectations really low.  Positive but low-key.  Hopeful but not naive.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;That's what's going on around here.  I had a truly awful night yesterday.  But God granted me another day to get up, walk around, breathe in and out, laugh, smile and love those in my life... and for that I am thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We have a regional staff retreat tomorrow.  To put it mildly I'm not looking forward to going at all (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;there are reasons and if you knew them all I think you would agree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;) but I shall go and retreat like a good little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626591427696698851-672652189177993957?l=lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/feeds/672652189177993957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626591427696698851&amp;postID=672652189177993957&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/672652189177993957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/672652189177993957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/2008/04/showin-your-crazy-emphasis-on-your-not.html' title='Showin&apos; Your Crazy (emphasis on the Your not to be be confused with You&apos;re like you are)'/><author><name>Cassie Llyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086890837032486856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/R9GTNyZsUpI/AAAAAAAAABI/dEo5ImtQWAw/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/SA65htfmtNI/AAAAAAAAACA/P9t9WgzUHuw/s72-c/P4170003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626591427696698851.post-125768072700612158</id><published>2008-04-17T15:05:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T11:20:44.545-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrical Lines'/><title type='text'>Waiting... waiting on the world to change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hubs was reading his devotion last night and he decided to share it with me.  Now I'm going to share some of it with you.  I think he was trying to encourage me about something. Hmm... wonder what it could be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;David was good at waiting.  He said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I waited quietly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; God, for my salvation comes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from him" (Ps. 62:1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.  Waiting "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before God"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; suggests waiting in a particular place in a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;particular posture.  It is waiting in an attitude of worship and dependence rather than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hanging around hoping something will happen.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waiting before God involves actively &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;focusing upon who he is and what he is doing in the world while waiting for his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;answers to arrive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;{People} who are used to being in control of their own lives, and the lives of others, find &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;waiting before God particularly difficult.  They will tell you that "time is money," and while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they are supposed to be waiting they expect answers to be forthcoming.  But David and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;come to the point of admitting that he could not fix his problem- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"so many enemies against &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one man"(62:3).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  He knew that his only hope was in the Lord's intervention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God works at his own pace and in his own way.  No amount of impatience will alter the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;speed or the manner in which God will work out his purposes.  So when the only direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you can turn is to the Lord, and the only way to look is up, remember to wait &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as you wait for him.  He will act.  And don't be impatient, because his clock keeps perfect &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Thanks so much for your support!  I appreciate your kind words or sense of humor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Later you patient people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626591427696698851-125768072700612158?l=lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/feeds/125768072700612158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626591427696698851&amp;postID=125768072700612158&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/125768072700612158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/125768072700612158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/2008/04/waiting-waiting-on-world-to-change.html' title='Waiting... waiting on the world to change.'/><author><name>Cassie Llyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086890837032486856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/R9GTNyZsUpI/AAAAAAAAABI/dEo5ImtQWAw/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626591427696698851.post-3441638232107483386</id><published>2008-04-16T21:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T11:11:30.420-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PCOS/Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>I'm grumpy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;There's really no other way to say it.  I'm feeling grumpy and moody.  It's all due to those blasted little sticks.  I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; peeing on those darn sticks.  Not one has even looked close to saying, "Yes, you are ovulating!"  Maybe I'm expecting too much too soon.  I fancy myself a relatively patient person but these ovulation tests seem to be pushing me.  Now I know that they are inanimate objects and I realize how silly it sounds but sometime I feel like they have it in for me.  Like they're trying to trick me.  Like, "Ha, we got her, she really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; ovulating but are we gonna tell her?  NO!  Hold steady troops and don't show your line."  Don't worry I have not gone looney toons.  I'm just saying sometimes this baby making process takes a toll on a sane girl's psyche.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Sorry I'm grumpy.  Don't let my grumpy spread to you.  I pray you are weathering your own particular journey well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Later because it's time to make a trip to the bathroom to duke it out with the enemy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626591427696698851-3441638232107483386?l=lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3441638232107483386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626591427696698851&amp;postID=3441638232107483386&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/3441638232107483386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/3441638232107483386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-grumpy.html' title='I&apos;m grumpy!'/><author><name>Cassie Llyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086890837032486856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/R9GTNyZsUpI/AAAAAAAAABI/dEo5ImtQWAw/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626591427696698851.post-5859779991300392921</id><published>2008-04-07T22:13:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T11:19:48.535-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PCOS/Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrical Lines'/><title type='text'>Semi-Charmed Kind of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok, so I dropped off the face of the earth for a while.  Do I have a good excuse you are wondering to yourself...? No I don't.  All I can offer is that life feels kind of weird right now. Not bad, just weird.  I've been feeling like my life is transitioning and it's kind of leaving me feeling odd.  Sort of stuck.  Like, I'm ready to move forward and to hit the next stage (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;such as having a baby, staying home, pretending to be more domestic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;) but I'm stuck.  So while my heart and mind are ready to move on my actual life and circumstance haven't caught up.  I want it to catch up- CATCH UP LIFE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sorry you had to witness my brief tantrum.  I do actually lead what is more than a Semi-Charmed Kind of Life.  Not like the actual song talks about, more in the sense that I'm blessed in a whole lot of ways I'm not going to bore you with now.  Oh yeah, and Semi-Charmed Kind Of Life- the actual song is on my mind because I had a guitar lesson tonight with my friend (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we'll call him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;) and Vroom played it several times as he was showing me chord progressions. So naturally it's stuck in my head.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);  font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chorus Lyrics: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I want something else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To get me through this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Semi-charmed kind of Life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Baby, Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I want something else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm not listening when you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Good-bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; is seriously brilliant.  He can play like every instrument.  Knows music theory inside and out.  Can teach in a way that is accessible, easy to comprehend and yet challenging.  Plus He went to some super braintastic school in Upstate New York.  Can you tell that I think pretty highly of him.  He's a quality person, which can be hard to find- in a friendly way I totally mean.  Semi-Interesting fact though, I actually had a major crush on him wayyyy back in the day but it never developed any further than that except for the excellent friendship we have formed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; So yes, ultimately we were meant to be great friends and I'm totally lucky because we are and he and Hubs are good friends too.  They are actually in the living room watching the basketball game together right now.  Whooping and Hollering and Cheering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just to update you friends on what is going on with Baby Quest 2008.  The Metformin helped me regulate my cycle as I mentioned before.  I still can't believe it did it so quickly!  So Dr. W instructed me to keep taking the Met and to get ready to start Ovulation Testing on the 9th- YA- April 9th- WEDNESDAY!!!  Yipes!  This will be my first time working with an Ovulation Predictor kit.  It all seems so real. While I'm excited to be making progress on that front I must admit that I truly dislike peeing on sticks.  It has to do with the fact that I'm not very good at it.  But who knows maybe during the next week I'll get better at it.  I know that when I do get pregnant I will be required to pee on or in things regularly!  Dr. W said to test from the 9th-12th and whenever I get a positive on ovulation to "have sex as much as possible."  Ummm as much as possible.  That just sounds daunting.  But I'm up for the challenge and I know it don't have to do it like 10 times a day.  I'm just excited and anxious because this is my first month actually trying like this.  I'm sure soon enough it could become not only old hat but a thorn in my side.  So I'll do what I can to and the rest is up to God and His timing for our family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's all for now.  I wish you sweet dreams and a lovely day tomorrow and that your life be more than just Semi-Charmed!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626591427696698851-5859779991300392921?l=lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5859779991300392921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626591427696698851&amp;postID=5859779991300392921&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/5859779991300392921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/5859779991300392921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/2008/04/semi-charmed-kind-of-life.html' title='Semi-Charmed Kind of Life'/><author><name>Cassie Llyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086890837032486856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/R9GTNyZsUpI/AAAAAAAAABI/dEo5ImtQWAw/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626591427696698851.post-7589568209542723684</id><published>2008-03-29T21:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T11:11:04.609-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PCOS/Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Lady in Red</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok people you ready for a little overshare?  Well, you're about to get it.  I actually started my period yesterday (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; the Lady in Red song referenc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;).  I know, can you believe it?  I can't! All my wicked rambling about not getting it, doubting that the medicine was working and being cynical in general were for nothing.  Because the medicine is working!  Hoooray!  I'm not just taking Metformin in vain.  For this moment I could not be more pleased.  I feel like it puts us one step closer to creating a baby.  And that, you all know, is the name of the game right now. It's the first time I've been encouraged in a long time about our prospect of conceiving.  I know that we still have long long road ahead but as I said for today I'm content.  Content, while still hoping to get knocked up in the near future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now yesterday is a whole other story... I admit that I was kind of a nightmare.  Sorry, Hubby (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not that he's reading this&lt;/span&gt;).  Not having periods because of Polycystic Ovary Syndrome (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or at least some form of it&lt;/span&gt;) has a way of dimming my memory or what PMS feels like.  I don't know about you other friends who have the PCOS but while I wasn't having periods I would still experience some of the symptoms at least once a month.  In my case, I sort of always felt like I was premenstrual; whether that was because my body sort of was in that state, my hormones were wacked out on their own or they were wacked out because of some sort of insulin level problems.  I constantly felt slightly bloated and usually sort of crampy at some point during each week.  Usually once a month, though, I felt extra fragile emotionally, sort of crampy (with no sign of the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Crimson Tide&lt;/span&gt;), and sometimes a headache.  But when dealing with the real deal I am full on IRRITABLE and sensitive/emotional.  I haven't cried very much if you don't count last night.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And that's saying a lot because Hubby and I had to go to a funeral today.  Hubby's Grandpa's twin brother died on Thursday unexpected... which meant an unexpected change to our weekend.   I didn't know the man but Hubby did and he wanted to support his family and pay his respects.  All in all it was a nice service but there were some odd bits to it.  There was one song that I don't know who picked out but I felt like it was so awkward.  It was about taking a train to Heaven, which sounds nice, but it was about the Devil chasing him down and stuff.  It just seemed odd.  This was a man (Grandpa's twin) who loved the Lord and you wouldn't associate him running from the devil because of a "sorted past."  I still want to know who picked that song out to memorialize him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So that was my days... Thank you for all your well wishes!  I appreciate all of them.  I am starting to feel much better although I'm still struggling with a cough.  I'm totally looking forward to going to bed tonight.  After not having left my house since Monday and pretty much being in bed all week doing so much today was overwhelming.  Not to mention that the whole week it was GORGEOUS weather- in the 70's &amp;amp; 80's and then today when I have to get out in it the temp dropped 30 degrees and was rainy.  Now that doesn't help a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sickie&lt;/span&gt; like me get better does it Universe?!  No!  But tonight I am counting my blessings for my incredible husband, wonderful family and sweet friends... and all the other great things that make up my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hope you remember those things that you are grateful for tonight too... no matter what is going on or where we are in life there is always something to be thankful for.  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok I'm done with my Oprah moment... I know... it's the unusual hormones!&lt;/span&gt;) ☺&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;LATER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626591427696698851-7589568209542723684?l=lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7589568209542723684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626591427696698851&amp;postID=7589568209542723684&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/7589568209542723684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/7589568209542723684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/2008/03/lady-in-red.html' title='Lady in Red'/><author><name>Cassie Llyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086890837032486856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/R9GTNyZsUpI/AAAAAAAAABI/dEo5ImtQWAw/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626591427696698851.post-8815598866538892024</id><published>2008-03-26T17:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T11:20:04.650-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PCOS/Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyric Lines'/><title type='text'>Jagged Little Pill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;If there was any kind of pill, jagged or otherwise that would help me feel better I would take it. So as I'm sure you guessed I'm sick and it completely sucks!  I just can't shake it.  I've been sick since Santa Fe.  Really since the day before Santa Fe.  I feel like my brain might explode- which is not a good thing yet there really isn't anything a Dr could give me to make it worth dragging myself out into the world.  Ugggh, I hate it!  And yes I know that I'm complaining and I'm sorry but that is all I have the energy for.  On top of feeling like crap still no signs of the AFF.  I keep feeling like I'm having cramps but then nothing to back it up.  It's totally uncool to have cramps with no pay off.  Whatever Body!  I'm done with you revolting against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;On a different note it is beautiful weather here.  It's already 80 degrees.  Do I get to enjoy it though, no, because I'm either sleeping or blowing my nose, but I digress.  Spring is in the air and it makes me look forward to summer.  I love swimming.  Love swimming- hate the whole having to wear a bathing suit part though.  It is a trial we women must endure- feeling comfortable wearing practically nothing in front of practically everyone we know (or at least it feels that way).  But I shall not let it keep me indoors.  And I have a standing commitment with myself not to be too hard on myself, to not obsess about my imperfections and to not let it affect my confidence... life's too short and I'm (we all are) lucky to be living, to have bodies that work and to be able to enjoy life here and now!  So I will wear a cute swimsuit, suck in my tummy (if and when necessary), hold my head up high and be thankful for all my blessings.  Oh and I'm searching for a really cute cover-up to lounge around in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ok, enough of the randomness of this post.  Maybe it's the medicine or my pounding head but I'm aware that this has been a mish-mash of thoughts and the like!  Hope you are having a beautiful day because each of you are beautiful.  Just wanted you to know that in case you haven't heard that today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Later Lovelies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Question:  Are any of you watching the American Idol?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Bonus Question:  Any favorites or thoughts on who you think is going to take the top honor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626591427696698851-8815598866538892024?l=lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8815598866538892024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626591427696698851&amp;postID=8815598866538892024&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/8815598866538892024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/8815598866538892024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/2008/03/jagged-little-pill.html' title='Jagged Little Pill'/><author><name>Cassie Llyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086890837032486856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/R9GTNyZsUpI/AAAAAAAAABI/dEo5ImtQWAw/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626591427696698851.post-3051481534987219402</id><published>2008-03-23T22:17:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T11:16:48.795-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Santa Fe Vacation!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/R-cjKprz3AI/AAAAAAAAAB4/O2RQxucT6tU/s1600-h/P3220125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/R-cjKprz3AI/AAAAAAAAAB4/O2RQxucT6tU/s320/P3220125.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181148562208316418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;An amazing house on the mountain opposite of where we were staying.  Look at the snowy mountain too!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/R-ciIZrz29I/AAAAAAAAABg/GoprSW9upzo/s1600-h/P3190004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/R-ciIZrz29I/AAAAAAAAABg/GoprSW9upzo/s320/P3190004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181147424041982930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;A beautiful Church off the plaza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/R-ciI5rz2-I/AAAAAAAAABo/gn1y1Bd2QV4/s1600-h/P3220122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/R-ciI5rz2-I/AAAAAAAAABo/gn1y1Bd2QV4/s320/P3220122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181147432631917538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;View from the back terrace last night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Gorge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/R-ciJJrz2_I/AAAAAAAAABw/Z4w9jfA4IXw/s1600-h/P3200042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/R-ciJJrz2_I/AAAAAAAAABw/Z4w9jfA4IXw/s320/P3200042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181147436926884850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;J&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ust wanted to let you know that I am home now.  It was a great vacation.  Very relaxing!! Santa Fe was gorgeous.  The weather was perfect!  It didn't even get cloudy until last night.  This morning as we left the storms were rolling in.  It snowed on us a little on the way back but it was all over by the time we made it to the Texas panhandle all signs of frozen precipitation was gone. I loved getting to hang out with Hubs all week.  We had a blast with our friends too!  We ate great food, slept in, played cards, toured around Taos, splashed in some Hot Springs, visited the Rio Grande Gorge and had massages.  It was lovely!  Above are a few pictures from the trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nothing new on the AFF (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yes, that would be an acronym... Aunt Flow Front- you knew I couldn't hold out for long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;).  I keep waiting, wondering if the monthly visitor is going to come.  Foolishly it sometimes crosses my mind that if it doesn't come then maybe I'm knocked up... but I know that isn't the case; at least not yet.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm holding on to my serenity right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Peace be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626591427696698851-3051481534987219402?l=lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3051481534987219402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626591427696698851&amp;postID=3051481534987219402&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/3051481534987219402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/3051481534987219402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/2008/03/home.html' title='Santa Fe Vacation!!'/><author><name>Cassie Llyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086890837032486856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/R9GTNyZsUpI/AAAAAAAAABI/dEo5ImtQWAw/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/R-cjKprz3AI/AAAAAAAAAB4/O2RQxucT6tU/s72-c/P3220125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626591427696698851.post-4587126757107384166</id><published>2008-03-15T23:51:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T01:13:40.342-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Metformin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>I just want your extra time and your... Kiss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So, first of all, let me say thank you for the comments and the insight on how your medications effect you.  I appreciate it.  If nothing else it is just nice to know I'm not alone.  So keep it up.  I know it's not always easy.  Especially for my friends on the Clomid but I'm hoping and praying you get knocked up soon so you can stop taking it!!!  I wish that for all of my friends out there who are trying to bring a new life into this world.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Soooo... I've been absent for a few days.  I wish I had a good excuse but really I've just not been feeling very well.  I don't know if it's the Met or if it's my body, maybe I'm getting ready to ovulate or have a period (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fingers crossed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) but I've felt junky!  Headaches and the stomach aches haven't been much better.  I've been trying to do a better job of watching what I eat; thinking that maybe I'm having too many carbs for my body on the Met.  It seems to have helped a little.  I also have to be careful and make sure that I eat smaller meals more often.  You know that totally stuffed feeling you get sometimes after a great or not so great meal?  Well I don't get to that point often but lately even "normal" amounts of food makes me feel that way, which leads to some tummy trouble and a general feeling of grossness.  Anyway, I've been doing a little better yesterday and today.  But my skin has decided to revolt against me and is waging war on face.  Totally broke out these last few days...maybe something is going on in those ovaries? One can only hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Speaking of yesterday, I did the weirdest thing last night.  I was an Assistant Wedding Photographer.  Ya, I know me!  Someone's perfect memories were resting in my hands.  That's a TON of pressure.  I'm no professional but I do love photography. My best friend is sort of a jack (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;or jill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;) of all trades.  Seriously, there really isn't anything this chick can't do...I love her but sometimes her greatness is annoying.  =)  We really do complement each other and she is the best.  Enough of the love-fest though; on with the story. She was basically asked to be the wedding coordinator/planner for a woman who works with her mother.  On top of her other two jobs (overacheiver) and additional activities such as sewing, cooking, photography, decorating, graphic design and taking care of two adorable dogs (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;one of which was formerly mine- another story for another time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;) she decided to plan and personally do everything from designing the invitations, making the coolest photo shadowboxes (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;complete with burning candles reflecting their images&lt;/span&gt;) and the flower arrangements... Oh yeah and she was doing all the wedding photography including their engagement photos.  See why her awesomeness can be nauseating sometimes.  At least she's really humble and appreciative of others so you don't want to punch her perfectness in the face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;As I'm sure you are gathering, she asked me to be her sidekick photographer to make sure we were covered with all the shots.  She said she would take most of the formal photos and that I would be there to focus on the fun, candid, artsy and detail photos (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;my speciality, if I were to have one...I find beauty in the minutia if you couldn't tell from how much detail I put into my posts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;).  It sounded like a cool experience that I wasn't sure I would ever have again- not many people put such an important task in the hands of someone as inexperienced as the two of us- at very least me because Bestie (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;as she will henceforth be referred to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) does have some experience.  Ha, Bestie said that when she told the bride that she was going to have an additional photographer coming to shoot the wedding that she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;conveniently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; didn't mention it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; first wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I was super excited but as the wedding approached I became more and more nervous.  Luckily, I felt pretty confident in my abilities and Bestie fully backed me.  I did some research to make sure I was up on what was "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;" in wedding photography.  It wasn't so long ago that I got married so everything I was drawn to when I planned my pics then is still pretty fresh.  I just wanted to do a great job.  I kept telling Husband to pray for me to have a creative eye and to get great shots.  While I played professional photographer the Hubby did manly-men things with the "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."  They apparently "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;shot-the-breeze&lt;/span&gt;" and watched basketball while taking turns playing guitar hero.  Other than waiting up for me to get home way after his bedtime it was a pretty great night for him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm happy to report that I did a phenomenal job...umm I mean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; did!  It was really fun! Totally exhausting but a great experience.  Everyone was super nice and the couple was thrilled. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Before and during the ceremony there was a lot of Kenny G playing... I kept thinking, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;is this another song or is it one long song or is the same song on repeat?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  Good ole Kenny G.  He's so soothing.  I had to focus so that I wouldn't be lulled to sleep and neglect my photog duties.  Oh and I did end up taking quite a few of the formal shots.  I did the groom and groomsmen and family.  That probably stressed me out the most.  That and when Bestie said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"WHATEVER you do you HAVE TO GET THE KISS.  YOU HAVE TO!  So make sure your telephoto lens is switched by the time the unity candle is lit.  I NEED YOU TO GET THAT KISS!'" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Whoa, Intense much! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I did get the kiss&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;he said with a smirk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I even think she got the kiss too&lt;/span&gt; but by gosh I was gonna get that kiss come hell or high water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; We got some great shots, though.  I was pleased.  Bestie was pleased so at least I didn't let her down.  She has all the photos so she can work on uploading and editing them but when I get some back I might put up a few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I even got to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;'shake my money-maker' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;on the dance floor toward the end of the night.  If it hadn't been a family friend of Bestie's we wouldn't have done it but they pulled us to the dance floor and who am I to deny the happy couple?!  So that was my completely random Friday night.  Tonight was much more low key.  We stayed home and my parents brought over some fantastic pizza from this little place by their house.  They stayed for a while.  We chatted, ate and played a little wii.  It was lovely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We're going on vacation on Tuesday!!!  Yippeee!!!  We will be traveling and staying with our friends who have a family house in Santa Fe, New Mexico.  I can't wait.  Five days with Husband all to myself... no work, no ministry, no responsibilities, maybe a little baby making (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or at least more practic&lt;/span&gt;e)...  LOVE IT!  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 Days and counting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Question: Do any of you have any Spring Break travel plans?  Are you getting out of town or staying home and hanging out?  Are you excited about Spring?  Why or why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Until Later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626591427696698851-4587126757107384166?l=lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4587126757107384166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626591427696698851&amp;postID=4587126757107384166&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/4587126757107384166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/4587126757107384166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='I just want your extra time and your... Kiss.'/><author><name>Cassie Llyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086890837032486856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/R9GTNyZsUpI/AAAAAAAAABI/dEo5ImtQWAw/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626591427696698851.post-6668136398070990396</id><published>2008-03-12T15:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T11:40:10.204-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life As We Know It'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PCOS/Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Two Nuns Walk Out of A Ross...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;No, that's not the first line of a naughty joke!  Two actual nuns walked out of a Ross store this morning as I was walking in.  Excuse my fascination with this sighting.  I don't know about you, maybe you do see tiny nuns (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;at least mine today were tiny, and yes I did just call them "my" nuns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;) all the time but I don't.  I was so surprised.  They were so cute; random though.  It's funny I just don't think of nuns going out for a quick shopping trip.  I can picture them at a grocery store, a church or abby of course, maybe the habit shop but not a Ross.  It really made me wonder what they bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Ok enough of your "knowing" expression.  Yes, even after my confession last night I went shopping again today.  BUT it was a totally different Ross store (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;which I realize doesn't really make any difference at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;). I was on that side of town picking up some jeans I had hemmed (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;because I'm a shorty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;) and it just begged to be perused.  I gave in and I actually had much better luck at this store.  I found some really cute shirts and yes, if you are wondering if I bought husband anything, I did.   So there you have it: honesty is the best policy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;On an unrelated note I ate a cheeseburger last night from Chili's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;(it was so tasty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;) and totally paid for it this morning.  Like I said, I don't have many side effects from the Metformin but I do get nauseous sometimes.  Usually once a day but it doesn't last long.  Anyway, I was pretty nauseous this morning- more so than usual.  Boo!   ☹  But I rebounded and am feeling much better now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;So my Question is:  What's the most unusual thing you have seen or experienced this week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Bonus Questions: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; What makes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; feel gross on Metformin?  Any remedies worth passing along?  Any other tough side effects you are dealing with?  I'm hear to listen if you need someone to grumble to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;See You Later Alligator! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;My Mom would say that to me all the time when I was little.  Guess I'm feeling nostalgic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626591427696698851-6668136398070990396?l=lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6668136398070990396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626591427696698851&amp;postID=6668136398070990396&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/6668136398070990396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/6668136398070990396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/2008/03/two-nuns-walk-out-of-ross.html' title='Two Nuns Walk Out of A Ross...'/><author><name>Cassie Llyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086890837032486856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/R9GTNyZsUpI/AAAAAAAAABI/dEo5ImtQWAw/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626591427696698851.post-7110504701229913821</id><published>2008-03-11T22:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T11:39:13.818-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life As We Know It'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PCOS/Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrical Lines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All Things Domestic... or Trying To Be'/><title type='text'>I Wanna Rock and Roll ALL NIGHT and Party Everyday</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;A few confessions... ready?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; "&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; cleaning.  Which means that I sometimes wait entirely too long to scrub the toilet or sweep the layer of dust that begins to look like a natural part of the furniture off said furniture. I'm &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt; good at keeping things looking like they are clean, though.  I know- I'm so sneaky.  It's faux cleaning and I think it's kind of brilliant. My sweet mother is the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Organizing Queen&lt;/span&gt;.  Her skills have been passed down to me but where it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;compels&lt;/span&gt; her it just nags at me until I give in.  So that's why I keep things tidy... my guilty conscious!  Don't think my house is gross or that I'm living like one of those people on the Oprah show (you know the pack rat people who can't see each other for all the crap crushing in around them).  That's not me.  I just genuinely dislike cleaning.  Oh, but the problem (as though the lack of cleaning isn't problem enough) is how &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fantastic&lt;/span&gt; I feel after I've cleaned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Know what I mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  It's like a rush of relief that the chore is done and I don't have to do it again for a while combined with the natural good feelings of having things tidy... I do need things tidy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Oh I guess I should mention that I did clean the bathrooms this morning- thus the rant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;It just got to me today and I was suddenly in a cleaning frenzy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Now if I could just tackle my closet…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; "&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I caught a bit of Rachel Ray today and I saw Gene Simmons from KISS on there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;They were playing that song…you know that song that’s on Guitar Hero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Anyway it was stuck in my head all day, even though I’m blanking on what it was and the title now (which is very unlike me).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;And even though I don’t like KISS I think it gave me some extra swagger today.  Oh I just thought of it.  The part that is stuck in my head is the first part &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;❝&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;You keep on shouting, you keep on shouting...I want to rock and roll all night and party everyday!❞ &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I thought it was an interesting Tuesday song to have in banging in my brain this morning.  ☺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; "&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I went shopping today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;No real reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Just wanted to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;So the confession is…I went for me and bought my completely adorable husband two shirts to justify my shopping and buying two shirts and pair of flip-flops.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Like somehow it balanced out the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;shopping karma/mojo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;But it wasn’t totally selfish of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Husband actually Loves for me to buy him clothes and I was a ROSS (my favorite bargain store) and I found this one type of shirt (the dry-weave Nike golf shirts) that are his favorite for playing golf.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;So you see it was a win for both of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;He got a couple great shirts, I got a couple of great shirts, they were all a great price and my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;shopping karma/mojo&lt;/span&gt;, if you will, remains…well…great and if not great then at least intact until another shopping day!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Gosh my need to justify is just leaping off the screen.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; "&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I’m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; worried about not being able to get pregnant but sometimes what scares me more is what if I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I mean, please don’t get me wrong, we have given this decision much thought and prayer and we are both excited about the prospect of starting a family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I think we are ready, or as much as we can be given the fact we have no idea what we’re getting ourselves into until we really get into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I’m confident that we will be good, loving parents who will adore our little one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;But what gets me sometimes is just my fear of the unknown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;That’s always been an issue for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;It hasn’t stopped me from living my life or having faith but I always want a peek into what the future or a situation is going to be like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;And as you know that just isn’t possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I think that is one of the reasons I like to read so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I’m just trying to accumulate and assimilate useful information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;So yes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;the unknown(s) of parenthood is daunting to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;What will it really be like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;How will things change- not necessarily for the worse- I expect most of the changes to be for the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I anticipate that they will challenge and enhance life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But they are still unknown changes non-the-less and sometimes it freaks me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-left: 0.25in; "&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Ok so that’s all the confessions you get for tonight friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Maybe we’ll chat some more sometime about confession #4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-left: 0.25in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Hope you are all doing well doing whatever it is you are doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-left: 0.25in; "&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Until Later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-left: 0.25in; "&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-left: 0.25in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626591427696698851-7110504701229913821?l=lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7110504701229913821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626591427696698851&amp;postID=7110504701229913821&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/7110504701229913821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/7110504701229913821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-wanna-rock-and-roll-all-night-and.html' title='I Wanna Rock and Roll ALL NIGHT and Party Everyday'/><author><name>Cassie Llyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086890837032486856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/R9GTNyZsUpI/AAAAAAAAABI/dEo5ImtQWAw/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626591427696698851.post-4533549058302168945</id><published>2008-03-10T22:36:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T11:38:10.791-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PCOS/Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Apparently I'm Glowing... but I'm sure it's just sweat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So here's the deal on the pregnancy front.  Well, I suppose there is no pregnancy front right now; just the hope of it.  My most wonderful doctor, Dr. W, suspects PCOS as a the reason for my wildly irregular, how shall we say... surfing the crimson wave (do you recognize that movie reference? Give up?  It's from Clueless). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I had all the tests and that includes the painful ones.  I'll spare you the details but I was sufficiently poked and prodded.  The best I can tell right now is that I don't have a "classic" case of PCOS but there's something going on like that.  So yeah, that's comforting. We don't know what it really is but it seems something like this other thing that is apparently one of the most ambiguous of fertility issues.  It can really look different for everyone.  Like I said, not a classic case.  I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;fortunately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; don't have to deal with some of the more severe/serious symptoms of it.  I basically just don't ovulate very often. I know that is a lot of information but there you have it.  Glad that's out of the way.  The prescription we are trying right now is the lowest dose of Metformin for one month.  I go back to the Dr. W on April 1st to evaluate things.  We'll see what going on then.  It's still a few weeks away.  So far I haven't had any severe side effects from the medicine.  Just a decreased appetite from it regulating my insulin and some nausea every now and then.  But I'm thinking that it is probably because I'm on such a low dose.  I'm wondering how it will be if I start taking more but only time will tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;On another note we had our weekly program for the middle school kids.  It was a really low key night.  We did something different and just had some pizzas, hung out, played outside and talked about going to camp this summer (so much fun!!!).  Anyway, I was hanging out with one of my leaders.  She's just fantastic!  We were walking in from being outside and she said, "You look really tan."  Which could not be further from the truth.  My family jokes that I'm so pale that I'm translucent.  So I was pleased to know that I didn't look like Casper the Friendly Ghost.  The she said, "I don't know, maybe it's not tan but you look like you're glowing or something."  I thought that would be really sweet if I was pregnant but since I'm not it's more likely that my glow is really sweat.  But I'll take it... she was saying I looked good which, of course is better than looking like crap- which was kind of what I was feeling like (more emotionally than physically).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;What that makes me look forward to is when people might say that because there's a bun warming in the oven and I'm glowing for real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Hope you lovely people have a wonderful night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626591427696698851-4533549058302168945?l=lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4533549058302168945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626591427696698851&amp;postID=4533549058302168945&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/4533549058302168945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/4533549058302168945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/2008/03/apparently-im-glowing-but-im-sure-its.html' title='Apparently I&apos;m Glowing... but I&apos;m sure it&apos;s just sweat.'/><author><name>Cassie Llyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086890837032486856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/R9GTNyZsUpI/AAAAAAAAABI/dEo5ImtQWAw/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626591427696698851.post-7060681578831404114</id><published>2008-03-10T22:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T11:37:22.731-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life As We Know It'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrical Lines'/><title type='text'>Melodic Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm always amazed when I hear a song that so captures a moment in my life that when I hear the song later it's as vivid as having just breathed in the initial moment itself.  So clear that I can see it; almost physically feel it.  Recalling the memory of once was as though, even if ever so briefly, it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; once again.  Music does that to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:10.0pt;text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Melodic pictures of my life.  That is what MUSIC is to me.  Music takes my mind (and heart) to the place in my brain that stores up all the things I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; to always remember and sometimes those I would rather forget.  It pulls them to the surface like a lifeguard rescues one from the depths of the sea.  Rising from the dark...out of the water- breaking through the layers of all the all the stored information to reach the surface and breathe out and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; me the memory...life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:10.0pt;text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Music is fluid and alive and all around.  Different from the processed snapshot taken for the scrapbook only to be put on the shelf; often long forgotten. It transcends a classic picture that someone takes to remember a time in life that is passing, trying to hold on to it for a bit longer...to remember the color of a sweater or a sunset, the jagged outline of a jaw or a mountainside...the way you felt with your first love or on your first big trip away from home or when you first realized that there is more to this life and...just wanting to hold on.  So that we don't forget that we were here and there and that we experienced life...We DID...and we have proof...see it there in the picture...it was a moment and it was captured.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;ou see, Music acknowledges the moment in private kind of way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  Much like a secret or an inside joke- you and the music understand the meaning, the undercurrent, even if no one else knows or cares. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:10.0pt;text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But with music you don't need a book of pictures to unlock the memory- just the melody inside your head.  Music often has a way of unlocking the door, or the floodgate to more memories.  That is one reason why music is so powerful.  It can move people when they don't want to be moved.  And sometimes, if your lucky, it moves you before you even realize you are being swept away.  And though, music may not physically testify that you had a moment or were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, with him or her; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; not only recall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;a memory but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; a memory or experience in itself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:10.0pt;text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Music is fluid.  It ebbs and flows and is all around us...as is life and the moments that make it so memorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Do your memories have a melody?  I wonder...what will my next memory will sound like? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626591427696698851-7060681578831404114?l=lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7060681578831404114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626591427696698851&amp;postID=7060681578831404114&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/7060681578831404114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/7060681578831404114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/2008/03/melodic-pictures.html' title='Melodic Pictures'/><author><name>Cassie Llyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086890837032486856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/R9GTNyZsUpI/AAAAAAAAABI/dEo5ImtQWAw/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626591427696698851.post-839416996162901873</id><published>2008-03-10T02:18:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T11:36:51.740-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life As We Know It'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrical Lines'/><title type='text'>All Night Long (as in the Lionel Richie Song)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Why am I up at well after two in the morning?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;... that, my friends is a good question.  It's mostly because I was a slug today.  Totally indulgent.  I hardly got out of bed.  It was glorious and I'm not at all ashamed to share that with you.  Another reason is probably that I drank some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;ri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;ous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;ly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; strong tea tonight with dinner.  Oops!  Oh yea, I didn't make it by the way.  I really should know better but it just looked so darn appealing.  Anyway, I'm up now, so what better to do than share some more information about myself with you.  You know we are in that "get to know you" phase of our relationship.  We all put our best foot forward and try to seem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;intriguing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; while trying to impress each other in hopes that a fantastic friendship will spring forth.  So I thought I'd wow you (at very best) and bore you into peaceful slumber (at least) with some (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;)important stats on some of my favorite music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;As you may have read, I love music...almost too much! I love it all...ok that was a lie. Truthfully I can tolerate the majority, I enjoy most, appreciate many, adore several and am hopelessly devoted to a few (none of which are Olivia Newton John though the reference is obvious). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Honestly, I can't go to sleep at night with out Jars of Clay playing in the background (the first CD).  Don't suggest whale lullaby's, sounds of the rainforest or monk chants (although that CD does have some of that on there..hmmm).  No, it's been way too long.  I'm set in my ways.  I've resigned myself to being co-dependent with a CD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Pop/Rock/R&amp;amp;B category contains many- too many to list in entirety but here are a few:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; Kelly Clarkson, Carrie Underwood, The Fray, Paramore, One Republic, Mute Mouth, The Killers, Incubus, U2 (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;seriously how could they not be mentioned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;), Christina Aguilara (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;think what you like but there is no denying the girl has got some killer pipes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;), Michelle Branch and/or the Wreckers, Pink, Switchfoot, Jason Mraz, John Mayer, Gavin DeGraw, Cold Play, Gwen Stefani, Sarah Bareilles, Alicia Keys, Rhianna... and the list could go on...and on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Christian:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; David Crowder Band, Nichole Nordeman, Barlow Girl, Casting Crowns, Plumb, Shawn McDonald, Joy Williams, Jill Phillips, Benjamin Gate, Watermark, Shane &amp;amp;; Shane, DC Talk (classic), Kristy Starling, Hillsong, Charlie Hall, just to name a few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Of course I love some good country:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; SheDaisy, Dixie Chicks, Martina McBride, Shania Twain and Faith Hill, Little Big Town, Rascal Flatts, Tim McGraw, George Strait (ever timeless) and Garth Brooks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Bands you may have never heard of but should know because they are awesome:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; Grandpa Griffith, Hollow, Red Monroe, Matt Wertz, Ryan Long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Old School:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Extreme (More Than Words), Tears for Fears (Everybody Wants to Rule The World), Boys II Men (Motown Philly), Journey (anything by Journey). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Ok, I must confess...I have a problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; I have a bit of a weakness (some could say passion) for 80's music. Not so much the Glam Rock or Monster Ballads (ok maybe a few Monster Ballads) but the ever enduring music like Madonna, WHAM/George Michael, Culture Club/Boy George, Debbie Gibson, Whitney Houston, The Go-Go's, The Bangles, Michael Jackson (the Thriller days), Christopher Cross (SAILING), Chicago, Phil Collins, Hall &amp;amp; Oats... I TOLD You- I have a problem. But I know that deep down most of you enjoy these 80's hits as well.  I am just being honest about it. So, I will hold my head high! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Ok this list is getting ridiculously long. I haven't even touched on Rap, Musicals, Latin etc... Alas, I will conclude with this... There is no band, nor front man, other than Rob Thomas of Matchbox Twenty that ever has or ever will have my unwavering devotion. He holds a special place in my musical heart!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;And I will not divulge why at this time... I need to retain some mystery, our friendship is still blossoming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Later Friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626591427696698851-839416996162901873?l=lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/feeds/839416996162901873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626591427696698851&amp;postID=839416996162901873&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/839416996162901873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/839416996162901873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/2008/03/all-night-long-as-in-lionel-richie-song.html' title='All Night Long (as in the Lionel Richie Song)'/><author><name>Cassie Llyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086890837032486856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/R9GTNyZsUpI/AAAAAAAAABI/dEo5ImtQWAw/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626591427696698851.post-4066515330464599084</id><published>2008-03-10T01:24:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T11:35:48.239-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life As We Know It'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PCOS/Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Feet First!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ok, so I want to just say to anyone who may come across this that I'm new to the whole blogging thing.  I know, it sound cliche, in the way that people always say I've never written/said/done anything like this before, but it's the truth.  So I'm just going to jump on in with both feet. Which, as you get to know me, you will find is a good thing for me because at least when it comes to literal water I am much more of a stick a toe in first and see if it's not too cold to stick a foot in and then a leg and so on and so forth.  So here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;One of the things you won't find here (which means you probably will now because I just jinxed myself-never say never, or imply it) is a lot of acronyms.  Yes, I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;trying to conceive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; (ttc) but no I don't have the memory or the desire to carry a reference dictionary of pregnancy initials. So I'm sorry but you are just going to have to read the entire word... with all of it's letters.  I know it's incredibly tasking but hang in there with me.  It works for some people and more power to them but it doesn't at least for me.  Ok, so there will be none of that and if there is it will be kept to a minimum.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Next thing is that I'm writing for you and for me because I want to share the journey.  We will go through some ups and some downs.  In fact, the road might get quite bumpy along the way but we'll ride it out together... and if your not riding it out with me then feel assured that I will be riding it out none-the-less.  With that in mind though I feel compelled to say that what I don't need is for anyone to gripe me out whenever you don't agree with something in here.  Different Strokes for Different Folks.  I promise not to do anything that will intentionally harm myself or others and you promise to keep your yapper shut if you don't like what I'm saying.  That is not to say, though, that I don't want to hear your comments and unique perspective- that I love.  So don't hold back, but I ask you kindly "please don't be rude."  I'm sure that's totally unnecessary because you would never do anything like that but still it doesn't hurt to ask. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So in this space, my new bloggy home (which was probably pretty un-blogger like of me to write), we'll chat about life, music (of course), our attempt to bring a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;new life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; into this world (despite what Dr. W thinks is a mild case of PCOS) and whatever else comes our direction...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Nice to meet you, by the way.  You are always welcome... except if you want to be nasty or use acronyms I can't remember (but on that one, if it's important to you I'll try).  Catch you later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626591427696698851-4066515330464599084?l=lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4066515330464599084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626591427696698851&amp;postID=4066515330464599084&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/4066515330464599084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626591427696698851/posts/default/4066515330464599084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricallife-llyn.blogspot.com/2008/03/feet-first.html' title='Feet First!'/><author><name>Cassie Llyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086890837032486856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RUhcZUnyuPw/R9GTNyZsUpI/AAAAAAAAABI/dEo5ImtQWAw/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
