Doesn't make a lot of sense, does it?

The Mirena is totally the best thing I've ever done for our sex life. I was actually able to get dripping wet while I was blowing Steven and we went for it again. No real crampies this time and my body is definitely adjusting to orgasming. I'm not sure I'm quite ready to go for clitoral orgasms, since that would make my uterus contract, but I'm all about the G spot right now.

So, yep, twice in one night and no need for artificial lube. I'm more excited than anyone probably cares to know.

Anyhow I should get some sleep now since I'm going out with Laura tomorrow afternoon. (Laura, I'm actually not going to need to be dropped at work at all, since apparently, I'd have no ride home if I went. I totally forgot about this, so we can do something after the airport thing, if you'd like.)

So the Mirena has been in for 24 hours. I checked my strings for the first time today and everything feels a-ok. It's a little wierd to feel fishing line up there, but I'm happy as long as it stays where it belongs. I've been a little crampy today, but it's not constant. Anything tight around my belly is uncomfortable, so I picked up a pair of nice, comfy yoga pants I can wear and not look totally schlumpy. I have a pair of comfy shorts to wear around here too. Mom bought me a nice white layering tank, too, but that had nothing to do with needing comfy clothes.

Anyhow, yea, so life goes on. My cervix feels pretty normal, though it's still a little soft. I'm thinking about maybe trying sex tomorrow if Steven feels up to it, since he's actually sick, too. Otherwise, I can wait till the week-end. I probably should wait till the week-end. It's only two more days, but this is seriously the longest I've every gone without sex since we started dating. I don't know what I'll do when I have a kid.

My mom told me I looked pregnant today, since my belly is all  bloated and I kept rubbing my poor, crampy tummy. She made it up to me though. She bought me a heating pad.

We put up the tree tonight. Let this be a lesson to you: never, ever try to put lights on a tree with someone who has a degree in lighting design. Our tree looks damned good, though. I'll probably take a picture of it tomorrow. I'd do it tonight, but I'm kind of sleepy now. I did not sleep to well last night after the painkiller worn off and I never took the nap I wanted today.

I should work on Steven's Mistake Scarf tomorrow. I need to start Mom's when I'm done. Bleh. I need to sleep is what I really need to do.

Misoprostol's side effects can totally suck my ass. I guess it's working the way it should, since I'm sure as fuck bleeding more than I was earlier. I'm also crampy and having innard issues. I took a couple Immodium, so hopefully that will help. I get to take one more at 6am, so yay for my morning/afternoon.

We got our tree tonight. Laura let us use her car to pick up the tree, which is apparently a "good tree, lots of sap". Actually, it's a really nice tree that Laura found while wandering. I'm watching it settle right now. I think Steven is going to put lights on it tomorrow, while I lay around and am crampy. Well, and while I download Christmas music and whine, too.

I need to get some frames this week so I can finish our presents. My parents, my inlaws, and my grandparents are all getting copies of our engagement photos. We never had time to do a family portrait this year, before it got all cold and crappy.

We actually got snow all day today. We have like 2" and I guess we're in for 6"+ Tuesday. I'm still not feeling very Christmasy yet, though. I played Christmas music all day and I helped the kid write a letter to Santa. I actually need to print out the reply so I can send it out on Wednesday with my Christmas cards. We also glued together the little foam things I bought for him to make for his mother and for my inlaws.

Oh god, apparently my MIL has relented on having their Hanukkah party on Christmas Day. She was super pissy that Steven told her she could go right the fuck ahead, but none of us would be there since, well, it was Christmas Day and I am Catholic, as well as his divorce decree specifies that Elliott spends Christmas with the ex. Of course, we all know that only my MIL matters. I should totally post that to stuck_with_them. I think I shall. I guess she's having the thing on Wednesday now. I kind of wish we could just have it here. She always pisses and moans about how Steven and I should come over and clean her house for her. You know, because we live in a self-cleaning apartment or have a maid or something. We still have plenty of cleaning to do here before our holiday party.

Yep, mark December 18th off on your calendar. We're having our party the Sunday before Christmas. If you want an eVite, let me know and I'll get that and directions to you. The more the merrier. I'll be sending the eVites out by Wednesday or so. I think we're doing potluck again this year, so if you want in on that, just let me know what you're bringing.

IUD hopefully goes in tomorrow. I'll be super pissed if I can't get it after all the misery from the goddamn misoprostol. I'm going at 6pm, so please think good thoughts for me and my cervix.

I should have Steven make chicken soup out of the delicious chicken leftovers. I roasted a chicken for dinner tonight, complete with mashed potatoes, stuffing, gravy, and peas. I tried to feed Laura, but she gave me some lame ass excuse about having to work tomorrow. Pfft, who needs work? We actually didn't eat until like 11, since I fucked around with the chicken until like 9:30. I called Dawn, at least, who's now in on the lovin' my pie thing. We've got a pie threeway going here. We're going up in January and I told her I'd bake a pie for everyone while I was up there. What I might do is make it all here and then just bake it there. I'm not sure yet.

Blah, I got no knitting done today. I guess I at least accomplished a few other things. I'm going to go print stuff now and then head to sleep, if my innards will knock it the fuck off. 

45 minutes to go and I just took my painkillers. I'm a little nervous, but I'm trying not to dwell on it. I think the stupid Headache That Shall Not Die is helping me be bitter and cranky about something else.

Next entry shall be about the appointment.