Year-end Retrospectives....ugh

It's not bad enough that every television news program and newspaper is running the inevitable review of all the year's events - I could have (and have pretty much) avoided most of that. But no, I took on two projects yesterday and today that made confronting my ultra-crappy year in fertility (a.k.a. 2010) unavoidable.

First, I'm putting together a DVD for my sister and BIL of all of the video I shot of my nephews this past year. I watched the 4th of July footage at my parents' lake cottage - mere hours after we'd told them we were finally(yay!) pregnant. Then I watched the video from the party that we held at our house at which our flower girls (3 of them) and all 4 of our nephews played and played in the rec room in the basement - again mere hours (ok, 48 hours) after we'd aborted above-mentioned pregnancy. And all the other events throughout the year at which I was or was not drinking alcohol because I was PUPO. Sigh. I just got so sad.

The other stupid thing I did was print out our Google Calendars for each month of 2010 in preparation for taxes. We have so much medical expense this year that we might actually be over the threshold to deduct some of it. And we've discovered that you can deduct mileage for driving to/from medical appointments. So, I took a highlighter and highlighted every day of the year one or the other (or both) of us went to a medical appointment (including counseling and acupuncture). I don't want to tell you how much yellow highlighter was all over those calendars. It's actually kind of ridiculous when you think about it.

What a year. And not in a good way. Although I guess there were some good things: We found and bought a house we love. We sold Mr.Right's house. We got Jessie, our Golden Retriever puppy, whom we love to bits already. Mr.Right survived the year with his two partners (and the bitchy one is leaving! yay!) and may have found a male doctor to join him in his estrogen-filled office. I made more money consulting than I thought I would.

I guess that's actually pretty good, huh? And 2011 will be the year of non-crappy eggs (i.e. not mine) and hopefully, hopefully (crossing fingers) a pregnancy that doesn't have to be terminated. One can only have hope.