Changes

First, I haven't had a positive ovulation test this cycle.  I think I stopped testing on day 17 (probably too early) but I've been so busy with the remodel that I forgot to do it this weekend, and we've been too tired to do anything about a positive anyway.

I forgot that my doctor mentioned to wait a cycle and then do another HSG, so I need to call the clinic and make sure that I can be scheduled as soon as my next cycle starts.  He was worried that all of the surgeries I had could have affected 

We did so much work on our house this weekend.  Finished painting the kitchen, except for the drawer fronts, but I'll get to those soon.  We finished painting the walls, columns, beams, front door.  It was SO MUCH PAINTING.  We got a new stove and installed it ourselves.  We're almost done with installing baseboards.  My sweetheart bought me a nail gun and compressor for Valentine's day, and it's the awesomest thing ever.  Installing baseboards is going ridiculously fast.  And then I just zip along and spackle the holes (super fast!) and last night I started caulking the areas that were already done, which just looks so nice, but doesn't go quite as fast.  But wow, my house looks like it was done by a professional! 

We still need to replace the fireplace surround, paint the trim in the hallway, pain the trim by the front window, and paint the bathrooms.  Fix up the atrium spaces, pack and clean a ton of stuff, touch up the wall paint in a few places.  Oh, and clean up the yard a lot more.  But we can see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Now for the part of the weekend that is stressing me out the most.  My mother has gone downhill so fast, I almost can't believe it.  I had a conference call with my brother and sister yesterday, and there's a good chance we will be moving her into a home.  D and I visited her on Sunday, and things were not good.  Her car was FULL of unopened mail and rotting groceries.  She couldn't really walk.  I didn't know what to do.  I don't think I'm ready to have a geriatric mother.  I'm certainly not ready to be the oldest generation in my family.

When I was growing up, grandparents (if you still had any) were old, sick people who died while you were young, and great-grandparents were people who died a long, long time ago.  My husband still has three grandparents, and since his brother has children, those grandparents have great-grandchildren.  It boggles my mind.  My children, assuming I have any, probably won't even have a grandparent on my side, but they could have three great-grandparents on my husband's side.