I will say this: After waiting so long to get the BFP (for those of you non conversant in the language of the fertility-challenged, that means “big, fat positive” pregnancy test) – time feels like it… has… slowed… to… a… crawl.

Mandy is approaching week 10. We are getting ever closer to the mythical “safe zone” of week 12.

Earlier this week, she went in for her first appointment with an OB. You know, an actual, for real, baby doctor… NOT a reproductive endocrinologist. Once again, a medical professional is telling us that everything looks “perfect.”

It’s sort of surreal to have everything going so well, after three years of crappy luck. So, i am spending most of my time knocking on the ole proverbial wood and hoping we can keep this thing going.

A couple nice folks have written in and asked why I haven’t been updating as much. Part of the reason is, there’s just not much to update. We are waiting… baby is growing.

The other reason is that I’m knee deep in a brand new job. Many of you know that I spent the last 5 and a half years working for the Mayor of Orlando. I’ve recently left my position at the City to take a position in the private sector as a partner at an Orlando-based public affairs firm.

While I was certainly sad to leave City Hall - the new gig was a tremendous opportunity. So, after some discussion with my wife, we decided that if we were going to get a new house and have a baby in the same calendar year… we might as well up the difficulty level as much as possible and have me take on a new job!

It has been great so far. I’m still doing lots of work with cities and local governments.

I am still planning on doing some volunteer work to help support RESOLVE (The national infertility association) push Congress to adopt a measure that would extend the tax credit that exists for people who adopt children… to those who undergo treatments related to fertility. (You know, AFTER the presidential election)

So… it’s a busy time here in our household… even though time still feels like it’s dragging on.