Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Let's be honest, physically my job is not so easy. One of my kids is a frequent bolter, and it HURT to run after him. He wasn't in a great mood either, so I got screamed at, hit, kicked, etc. alot that day. Toward the end of the day, I was thinking to myself, there is no way I can come back tomorrow, I should just quit my job! I hear the movie theater is hiring, who needs this trauma everyday? As I am thinking this, I pull my band aid off of where they had taken my blood. My boy was very into the book he was looking at, but looked up when I said ow as I pulled it off. He got a very concerned look on his face and began tenderly rubbing my arm and saying, "Owie...owie....owie." He did this for a at least a minute before going back to his book. Periodically, he would pull my sweater sleeve up and doing the same thing, almost as if he were saying, "Are you ok, does it hurt?" He is pretty non-verbal and usually not affectionate at all- I usually have to bribe him to get a hug. It was so sweet!
What a good day!!!!!
* Sidenote: The doctor told me it would get worse before it got better. I have to weigh myself and measure around my waist a couple times a day. When I started I was 27" around and weighed 129lbs (how embarassing to admit). By the end of the day yesterday I was 31" around and 132 lbs. How crazy is that?!?!?!
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
I am sure this song has different meaning to everyone, but this is what struck me as I listened to her sing it. I feel like I talk about this alot, and I am sorry, but it is something that is really big in my life right now. I want a baby so bad, and sometimes I really struggle with the fact that almost everyone I know has been blessed with a child, except us. I was having a rough night when Brooke sang the song and it hit me hard. I will be a mother someday, when the time is right. I know that it will sometimes be really hard to be patient, but it WILL happen. I am doing everything I can do, so for now I need to stop worrying about it and (at the risk of sounding cheesy) I just need to let it be!
In high school I drove a 1988 Dodge 600 which we endearingly called Brutus the Beast. Then in 2004 I bought a 2001 Plymouth Neon. I NEVER got in an accident when I drove those "starter" cars...in fact, I had a clean driving record (with the exception of 1 speeding ticket-darn those Utah highway patrols). When Jared and I moved to CT, we bought a new Honda Accord. I LOVE this car, it is the first brand new car I have ever owned. Maybe 2 months later I rear ended someone on my way to work. It wasn't a bad accident, with so little damage the police didn't file anything about it. So finally 3 weeks ago we got my beloved car fixed and I was a happy girl once more.
Fast forward to Wednesday: I am driving on the highway. I was actually driving with my radio off trying to have a little quiet time of personal reflection. Out of nowhere a HUGE rock (practically boulder) comes flying at me. It hit my windshield with a vengeance and created a spirally bull's eye crack bigger than my hand (not to mention, scared me to tears). Here is some photographic proof of my near death experience: (the 1st one is the best picture to show the damage, I just like the 2nd and the 3rd makes me giggle)
A #2 Anniversary (yesterday)
Wow, 2 years! I have heard people say the first 2 years are the hardest- I hope that is true, because if it is the rest of eternity will be a walk in the park. We have definitely had our ups and downs, but it has been an AWESOME 2 years! We love to have fun and laugh, but have also had trials that have brought us closer together than we could have imagined. I love Jared SOOO much. Ok, enough cheesiness... we went to Cheesecake Factory to celebrate. Jared gave me a necklace and pearl earrings, and I gave him (drum roll please).... a sweatshirt- so romantic, huh? Just kidding, it is what he wanted. Here is us at dinner:
A #3 Artificial Insemination
We had our 3rd cycle of IUI yesterday (yes on our anniversary) and today. We are feeling pretty good about this round- not to mention how cool it would be if it works on our anniversary! Right now I am trying to find the balance between having faith and hope, yet preparing myself for if it doesn't work. Feel free to keep us in your prayers, we could use the help! Don't worry, though, if this doesn't work, we have 2 rounds of invitro available through our insurance. Here is my medical bracelet (I like to put pictures with my posts, and there aren't alot of options for this subject).
Those are the 3 A's of our week.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Here are some other naughty words and their abbreviations I have learned: the d word is dumb, the h word is hate, the s (with no h) word is stupid and my personal favorite the f word is fart.
In order to apply this new concept to my life, I would like to share a personal opinion with all of you. I h-word panty hose. I h-word the person who decided that they were a good idea. I don't think they are comfortable at all (so itchy), I have to contort my body in unnatural positions just to get the d word things on my legs (for a mental image, think about Princess Diaries or Mel Gibson in What Women Want) , my skirts always hike up because of the static and they rip so easy. On Sunday a friend was picking me up to go to a Relief Society fireside. I was in a hurry so I ran into my room and attempted to "throw" my pantyhose on. As I pulled them up, my fingernails (which are not as freakishly sharp as this sounds) ripped them and when I looked down my 8 fingers where sticking through 8 holes, of course followed by huge runs. I quickly discarded them and grabbed pair #2. I tried to be a little more careful, but on the last tug I heard a quiet rip, and watched the run go from my hip to my shin. I ended up making us late, ruining 2 of my 4 pairs and had to wear a pair that I am pretty sure is the oldest pair of pantyhose in the world. They have little black balls of lint or something all over them, holes high up on my leg (high enough to be covered by my skirt, but I am still self conscious about wearing something so hideous -even if no one can see) and I had to hike them up every 10 minutes because they are so stretched out. Doesn't it make ya feel so classy when your hose are bunched around your ankles- its a real crowd pleaser! That's all, I don't like pantyhose at all!