Is this thing on?

Hi.  How are you?  Miss me?  Miss you more.  If anyone still reads this, thank you!  I've gone back to mostly lurking.  I know who's having babies..myself, I'm still as barren as the day is long.  For now, that's ok.  Maybe I needed a break after going pretty hard at babies for most of my marriage.  I just wanted time to enjoy Husband, which I have.  It's nice not having reproduction hanging over our heads.  Husband and I are doing well.  I'd apologize for the bullet points, but we all know I love a list.  Allow me to bring you up to date from the last long forgotten blog.

• January-March:  Nothing to scream about except an HOA that is up my ass about weeds in my yard.  Really?  Have they ever LIVED in Florida?
• April:  We have a wicked awesome vacation in St Augustine.  We stay riverfront at the Hil.ton, across from the fort.  Four days after we get back, Husband is burned by boiling water down his entire right arm.  It is wickedly painful, he passes out, sees a burn specialist that says it's deep second degree burn, and is out of work for three weeks.  He now has a scar that looks a little bit like a St.ar Wa.r.s tattoo, which is fitting.
• May-June:  Husband is increasingly unhappy at the Noodle Factory.  I am status quo in my job, gotta keep the benefits.  End of June, Husband leaves the Noodle Factory for a fast casual Taco Factory.  Think Mo.e's, but better.  Fresher, with limes. 
• July:  Husband starts training for new management job at the Taco, but that means he's gone for a month down in South Florida.  We saw Dave Matth.ews Band in Tampa, visited each other.  I did not cut the grass while he was gone.  Screw you, HOA. 
• August:  We get letters from the HOA, saying cut the grass or ELSE.  Husband cuts the grass as soon as he gets home, clogging the lawn mower.  I laugh.  We are happy, back together.  Mid-August, my uncle dies.  This is not just any uncle, folks.  He's the one that raised me after my parents died, so this is devastation.  Up to Atl.anta we go, say goodbye and Husband is home in time to start opening a new Taco. 
• September:  Adjusting to my new normal without my uncle.  Feeling very alone, even though I logically know I am not alone.  I struggle to sleep most of September, get bronchitis and Husband's new Taco place opens.
• October:  Still adjusting, but another family member dies early in the month.  Back up north I go to say goodbye and this dance is all too familiar.  We buy a new couch.  Then a new truck for Husband.  Word to the wise, my computer friends.  Never say "Babe, I have the checkbook in case we fall in love with something" when en route to the dealership.  I think he was in love before we ever pulled into the lot.  Oy.

So that brings us current.  Husband says this vehicle is his dream, so may he keep the 2014 Tacoma dream for the next 10 years, at least.  Fertility wise, we have shifted plans.  In light of being the last of my family left, we are going to give IVF a shot (get it, a shot).  The world without a bit of my uncle's DNA and smiling eyes would be a sad place, and I just can't let that happen.  I call the RE this week, but anticipate having to wait until the new year for an appointment. 

Cheers to you and yours, my friends.