If I'm pregnant, I'm 4 days along. If I'm pregnant. I've been charting, using the Fertility Awareness Method (FAM), which is AMAZING and I am SHOCKED, SHOCKED at how few people know about this and how it's not taught anywhere. Unbelievable.

Anyway, if I did everything right last month, it looks like I ovulated. Which is good. Especially considering I went off the pill about 2 months ago. I know it can take a long time to regulate, but I'm on a timeline, people. The Husband and I want to get a bun in the oven this month or next.

So, I've been charting. And I think I did things right so I was fairly certain when I was fertile and about to ovulate this month. And we did the deed on appropriate days. Which, quite frankly, is HILARIOUS. Having sex when it just comes naturally vs. having sex when you're going, "Fertile fluid! Let's go! Don't care how sleepy you are or how awesome I look in my oversized t-shirt from 1990 with my hair doing that fancy post-face-washing thing it does IT'S. BABY. MAKING. TIME."

I've had four days of high temperatures. Typically, you'll have 12-16 days before it drops again and you get your period. If you hit 18 days of high, welcome the baby in your belly.

I'm at four. And The Husband can't stand waiting. He keeps going, "Pee on a stick." If I'm headed out to do errands, he goes, "Pick up some pee sticks." I keep telling him that the EARLIEST I'd be able to tell isn't until the end of this week (Thank you, First Response!). And that's the earliest. I secretly keep wanting to take a pregnancy test just to see, but I know that's lame and it'd be about 10 wasted dollars. And we just got a house so I have plans for that 10 dollars.

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My husband is SO ready for a baby. Before we met, I think he was looking for someone to be a mother to his unborn children first and a wife second. He's been talking about babies and how he'll have tea parties with a daughter and play sports with a son (although, he has stated he will certainly invite the son to tea and the daughter to baseball). I told him I'd go off the pill for his 33rd birthday, which is in November, two weeks before I turn 30, 1 year and 7 months after our wedding and 3 years and 4.5 months after our first date.

He's been talking about it more and more lately as it gets closer. One of the things we're waiting on is that I'm pretty sure I have a hernia and need to get it operated on before a baby sits on it for nine months - probably not very comfortable. I say I'm pretty sure because I've never had it professionally checked out due to the fact that I haven't always had the best insurance (but I have HAD insurance for a number of years) and didn't want it to be a pre-existing condition. That can really screw you. So, now my husband has moved into full-on hunter/gatherer mode and has a good job with good insurance. It's off to the surgeon at the end of this month.

Once that's taken care of, I'm assuming, it's open TTC season. (TTC is a phrase I was unfamiliar with until today when I, out of curiosity, went to thebump.com - the same people who brought the world theknot.com and the nest.com. I gotta say, I love the consistency of the names. So, I went to the the "Trying To Conceive" section - even though we are not yet TTC - and saw all these posts talking about "TTC" and, sadly, it took a few minutes to click.

I've also been thinking that waiting until November to December to go into full TTC mode (I pretty much need to use TTC now whenever possible being that I am a STBTTC - Soon To Be Trying to Conceive.) might not be what I want. The deal is that my husband's birthday is in November and then there's Thanksgiving and then there's my birthday in early December and then Christmas and New Year's. Let's say I don't C (yes, Conceive) until about 2 or 3 months after I stop my baby-stoppers. That puts the kid being born right around all the other birthdays and holidays. That's a little too much for me. It's also why I chose to get married in April. I'm a big fan of celebration. I'd like to spread it around a bit.

So, my thought is that if we start TTC around September or October (provided said hernia is all patched up) and it takes 2 or 3 months to C, I've got a kid somewhere between August and October, which is cool. And, if I C super-speedy like some tell me happens, I've got a summer baby. I've always felt bad for summer babies, though. Those are the kids who had to share the "birthday day" in school. Although, I asked my hairdresser today (who I totally trust) and she's a July baby and she LOVES it. So, that settled my worries.

Anyway, I'm getting way off track. Well, not really. I'm just worried that this post'll be too crazy long.

Like I said, my husband, Tom, talks about babies every day. He wanted to talk about baby names the other night. We, like many couples, have had this conversation before. We last settled on Eleana for a girl (his grandmother's name) and Canio for a boy (my grandfather's name - but my parents are opposed to it). So, I was out with my mom today and we were in this shopping center that has this awesome new-but-super-low-priced bookstore. I thought, hey, why don't I go in and get a baby name book for my baby-obsessed hubby. I went in and asked for the baby name book section.

When I got there and looked at the books, I a little bit wanted to faint. Then, I a little bit wanted to throw up. And, I kind of wanted to cry. It was a reaction that would probably scare Tom. Luckily, being a life and transition coach, I know it's normal. Right? Totally normal. But, when my mom came over, it didn't keep me from repeating, "It's so weird to be in this section. It's so weird to be in this section." My mom, who, although she went off the pill on purpose, was very NOT ready to C and have a kid and isn't as ready as my pops to be a grandparent, promptly left the section, grabbed, yes, The Idiots Guide to the Mafia, and started looking through there for baby names. You know, since my grandfather was Italian and we like his name.

Well, I looked through a few and found one I liked. It was only $6.75 so, sure. Plus, I kind of feel like starting now and easing into things will be totally beneficial. While in the car, I looked through it a little and came across the girl's name Zali, which my mom and I agreed was cute. A little while later I was driving and thinking about it and it came to mind that Zali is a rearrangement of the letters in my first name, Liza. No, I couldn't do that to the kid. Or me. Or Tom. Unless of course we named our son Mot. But then we would be oddly narcissistic. I could spell it Zalea, though. That solved it.

I brought the book home and wrapped it for Tom. When he first opened it, he gripped that it was more a gift for me. And he promptly sat and started going through each of the 100,000+ names. He loves it. He read me some names while we both had beers and I cooked dinner. It was fun. I didn't want to barf so much. Or faint. Or cry. But at least I've got a few more months until TTC. I'll stick to STBTTC for the moment.

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