Costumes, Phone Calls, and other randoms

Hubby and I officially decided to go down the IVF path.  I called the facility last Thursday and left a message (that's how they do things there).  Expecting to wait an entire week before I heard back from them, I was completely surprised to have my phone ring yesterday.  It wasn't the call I was hoping to have, but it was another step in the direction of getting an appointment.  Basically I learned that my Doctor here needs to submit a referral to them.  Once they receive that, a team of doctors reviews the referral to see if I am a good candidate and they make a decision.  Based on that decision, I'll get another phone call to either set up an appointment or learn that they think I'm a hopeless case.  From what I gathered, this whole process could take about a month or so (I'm hoping it doesn't), so another month in limbo.  TTC is a huge rollercoaster.

In other news...

With Halloween right around the corner, Hubby and I tried so hard to figure out what we wanted to dress up as.  I had no idea - I figured I'd hit up Sal.va.tio.n Ar.m.y and Go.od.wil.l and be inspired by whatever I found.  Hubby had a pretty good idea for his Redneck costume.  Finding stuff for him was a completely different story.  He kept pulling stuff off the racks that was no where near being Redneck-ish.  He's now changed his mind and decided to dress as a construction worker or something along those lines.  I don't think he really knows for sure.  Me?  Well, I found a super cute plaid skirt (for $2.00!!) and things went from there.  My costume will be a not-quite-so-revealing/slutty Catholic school girl.  I thought about going all out for the slutty version, but I figured since we'll be with a bunch of church people, it wouldn't be smart to go all out.  So I've toned it down a little.  The best part - my entire costume cost less than $12, and I had to get everything - the white shirt, shoes, skirt, and stockings.  I love second-hand stores.

My brother will finally be moving out of my parent's place!  He's 26 and finally getting out.  It's been a year since he moved back home, but he's been mooching off my parents for that entire year.  Well, he's probably helped out with like $200 in groceries, but that's about it.  But he finally found a house of his own, so I'm excited for him and my parents.  Before he can move in, he'll need to do a lot of cleaning and some minor cosmetic things (it sounds like the previous people did a horrible job to the house).  It's all stuff he can do though, and over the Thanksgiving weekend, Hubby and I will be back home so I figured that we could help him a little.

Other than that, things are pretty normal around here.  We're gearing up for the Halloween party, and my hubby is planning something on Friday night for my b-day.  Saturday is technically my b-day, but with the party, he had to adjust his plans.  That's fine, except he tells me that I have to help make dinner!  Say what??!?!  Yeah...it's my b-day dinner - I shouldn't have to help make it.  It's supposed to be a day that I get to take it easy, not make my own b-day dinner.  I tell ya...  We'll see what he has up his sleeves though.  He's good with surprises and getting even better at keeping them.

For other randoms...

Christina, good luck!  Get as much sleep as you can now because once that girl's here, sleep becomes a very rare and precious thing!

E and Kristin for some odd reason, I have major issues posting comments on your blogs.  I don't know what it is, but instead of posting the comment, it just erases everything and basically reloads the page, no matter what method I choose for posting it (Google Account, Anonymous, etc.).  Very strange stuff.

....TRIGS....

An old college friend/co-worker just found out that her and her hubby are expecting their first...just weeks after they celebrated their first anniversary.  Thanks to FB, I get to read about every little complaint she has.  This morning was something about how she did too much moving and how it wasn't good for the pregnancy because now she's exhausted.  I was so tempted to write something evil back to her about how she should be happy that she's experiencing that because there are some people who may never get to enjoy that.  I didn't though.  I suppressed evil Gabsy and decided to keep that to myself (and now you guys).  I've got to double check my emotions/feelings.  Granted I am happy for her, but honestly when she complains about every little thing, I almost want to scream, "You got yourself into this!  Enjoy it!!"