Should I stay or Should I Go now

Farah Here reporting Live:

Amanda has been having some contractions/pain for about 24 hours now and mid morning today she called her OB's office.  The suggested that she take a trip to the L&D at the hospital.  So far so good.  She was contracting 2-4 mins apart on her way to the Hospital and she Does not want a VBAC so they gave her a shot of Terbu.taline to try and slow/stop things.  She is in good spirits, she said her phone battery is dead and Terb makes her Twitchy.  The L&D told her it would be along night so Send her all the good thought you can

A Change of Mind

Last night I told Tim I didn't think we should be trying for another baby right now.

We've been bickering (not really fighting, but constant bickering) a lot lately. It feels like he's angry at me all the time, and I don't know why. He makes constant comments about things I'm doing wrong or not doing, but won't come right out and tell me what it is he thinks I should be doing. On the other hand, his constant negativity is about to drive me up a wall. He is constantly working on one project or another then complaining because he doesn't think he spends enough time with the kids. Whenever he sits down long enough to do anything with the boys he ends up laying down and falling asleep on the couch. His tone and attitude are poisoning the house.

I expressed a lot of this to him last night and his response was that our sex life sucks. Why yes, yes it does! The combination of my low self esteem and his complete negativity kills any sex drive I could ever muster up. Who wants to get all romantic right after their husband has finished slamming a door because "nothing ever goes right!!!!"? Give me a break! And as far as my self esteem goes? Well...my weight isn't helping (or going down because I just don't want to diet right now). You know what else doesn't help? Having a husband that gets pissed off because I haven't gone to the grocery store (did I blog about that yet?) then turns around and grabs my ass like I'm a piece of meat? Kind of makes a girl think the only reason she's around is to cook and put out.

So we had a long talk last night and didn't seem to get anything resloved. He said he still wanted to try for another, but feels the only reason we have sex it to conceive (ummm...sure...because sex 6 days before earliest possible ovulation has a chance. yeah).  I told him that I didn't think adding another baby would help our stress levels. I'm concerned about our marriage and don't want to add anymore to our plates.

Then today I get this:

 Tim was supposed to be out of town for my peak fertile days this month, but it didn't happen. I don't know of another cycle that I ovulated before CD17.

My last miscarriage happened 6 months ago yesterday. I would have been 35 weeks tomorrow. I wonder what state our marriage and my mental health would be in if the baby had been healthy.

You wha? Huh?

Mr. W says he's not so sure about getting a vasectomy next year.  He wonders if we might be meant to have more children.  What?

MIL Rant

Before I start my rant, I want to send a huge thank you out there to all of you! My nerves are now completely at east (at least about the whole will-my-kids-be-sucking-on-dry-ta-tas issue)!

Now, on to the rant.

I know I've had at least one other rant about my MIL and here we go again. Anyone who follows me on Twitter has probably seen whats going on with her right now, but just so I can really get this out there, I'm blogging about it.

MIL was scheduled to come into town Friday afternoon, as soon as she got off of work. She had plans to stop in another part of the state (on the way) to visit Mr. W's brother who is...um...staying at a government run facility. She would then make her way to us, possibly before visiting hours were over. That night she would stay either with us or with my sister so she could visit in the morning before heading back home.   This seemed a little odd to me since she didn't have to be home until Sunday and these are her first grandchildren, but it worked.

Fast forward to the next day; MIL calls.  The first thing out of her mouth, "Are the babies here"  (as if we wouldn't call her).  And she has changed her schedule.  She is going to come into town after work on Thursday.  She's still going to stop and visit Mr. W's brother and try to make it to us before visitng hours are over.  Instead of staying at anyone's house, she'll just sleep at the hospital.  Then she can visit with us in the morning and head back home that day.  She'll stay where?!?!?!  Mr. W informed her that she couldn't stay in the room with us.  She said she would stay in the waiting room.  Um?  For 12 hours?  Why can't she stay at our houes?  And again, these are her first grandchildren and she doesn't have to be home until Sunday, why the rush?

That was yesterday.  Today the crazy lady calls back.  This is the conversation I hear:

"No, it's Thursday.  [pause] No.  Thursday.  [pause]  No.  It's Thursday.  [pause]  Thursday.  The surgery is at 8:00 am and pre-op is at 6:00."

I knew there was the possibility that one of their phones was cutting out so he was having to repeat himself.  That just didn't make sense, though.  Why would she not know when her grandsons were going to be born?  We'd only talked about it a dozen times!  So I asked Mr. W  if she realy was arguing with him about when my surgery is scheduled.  She.  Was.

I really do love my MIL, but WTF?  Why must she be such a flake?  Why must all of my in-laws be so flaky (read:  flaky, drunks, drug addicts, certifiable)?

I dread every single visit from his family right now.  I dread his phone even ringing because it might be one of his family members telling us they're coming for a visit.  (yes, I said telling, they don't usually ask).

Mr. W did finally have a talk with his Dad and explained to him that he's not allowed to bring Mr. W's other brother (the non-incarcerated one) until he can prove that he's off the drugs and has cleaned himself up.  He told him that we can't protect the boys from the world, but we can keep the bad stuff out of our house.  He seemed to be fine with it.  Woo-hoo!

Well, I feel better, now.  Sorry for the bitch post.  I just had to get it out.  :-)

Cooking Lesson & The Plot Thickens

The Plot Thickens:

J, from this most recent post, is now married.  Her and A had a little ceremony at A's house last night.  I was given less than 24 hours notice that she wanted me to walk down the hallway (her aisle) before her.  She also asked me to dress up.  Hahahaha!!!  I explained that I would wear the least casual of the two pair of pants and two shirts that still fit.  It turned out very sweet even as disorganized as it was.  I still say that, in her shoes, I'd probably make the same decision, but I hope she knows what she's doing. 

Cooking Lesson - Mashed Potatoes (pay close attention beginning with step 4)

1. Peel Potatoes


2. Put potatoes in pot with a little crushed garlic and cover with water


3. Bring to a boil for 20 minutes or until fork tender


4. Instead of draining the boiling water into the sink, pour it on your belly and feet


5. Immediately freak out about unborn children


6. Once pain sets in (per husband this takes about 5 seconds from the sound of the water hitting the floor) scream multiple profanities and repeat "Oh, God!" at least a dozen times as the tears begin to stream down your face


7. Place cold compress on belly and rush to call on-call doctor


8. Find out boiling water doesn't hurt unborn babies, but does hurt you


9. Realize toes are also in excruciating pain and place ice pack on them


10. Instruct husband on adding milk, butter, salt and pepper to drained potatoes


11. Sit on couch with compress and cold pack as husband uses hand mixer to mash potatoes


12. Enjoy!  (the potatoes, not the severe pain as your children realize that the blistered side of your belly is once again safe for them)

 Now for the picture proof that I did this insanely clumsy and stupid thing.

 

 

 

 

And a 35 weeks 2 days picture (sorry for the lack of a shirt...blisters and material just aren't fun right now).

Updated this morning:

Graco + Graco = WTF?

Just a quick note to all twin-moms-to-be:

If you get the Graco Pack N Play Portable Playard/Twins Bassinet, don't buy any Graco Pack N Play sheets for it.  They.  Don't.  Fit.  WTF?  And until I did about 20 minutes of research, I couldn't find where anyone had mentioned that the mattresses weren't "average" size.  Seriously people!!!  And if you go to the Graco site, you can't get the proper sheet there because they no longer carry it.  But they still sell the playard.  Jackasses.

Signs of life and Hell's fires

Hell's fires (aka Bitching first):
OMG!!!!  The pain!  The agony!  The heartburn!!!!!  I guess this is the newest thing to live through.  It started waking me up night before last.  No problem, swallow some Tums, sit upright for a little while, and go back to sleep.  Last night it woke me up again...worse than the night before.  Again, choke down some Tums, sit up for a little while, add rock in pain and misery and try to not cry to the routine, and go back to sleep.  Mr. W picked up some Pepcid for me this morning, and I hoped it would help.  Not so much.  It's been an on and off misery all day.  I've tried the Pepcid, Tums, and warm milk with honey.  None of them have really lasted too long.  I'm still eating very bland foods (especially since the nausea came back from it's mini vacation) and not eating a lot at one sitting.  I'm open to any suggestions/advice/assvice!

Signs of life:
I FELT MOVEMENT!!!!  My cat was curled up on my legs with his haunches pressed against my lower abdomen and I felt the oddest tapping sensation against where he was.  At first I thought it was my heartbeat.  Then I thought it was something that the cat was doing.  Then it hit me that I'm pretty sure it was whatever little guy is hanging out in that area trying to get the cat away!  OMG!  I've felt it off and on all day.  It's still really hard to tell the difference between babies and stomach or intestines, but it's pretty cool. 

When I mentioned it to Mr. W he informed me that he had felt the same thing the night before while standing behind me with his hands on my lower abdomen.  He said he didn't tell me what he felt because he knew I hadn't felt anything, yet.  How does he feel them before me?  I must admit I'm a little jealous.  Of course when I thought I might have felt a movement a week or two ago Mr. W put his ear to the spot and swore he heard what sounded like something moving around in water.  Who knows, though. 

3 days and 12 hours and we'll hopefully know what we're expecting!!!!

It's not you...it's me...

Well, no.  Actually it's not me, either.  It's this damned job!  I.  Hate.  My.  Job.  I knew I wasn't happy with the situation, but I just realized how unhappy.  I opened my Google Reader this morning and realized that I had little desire to read.  So I opened my email.  And I had little desire to read or respond.  So I pulled out my work.  Zero desire to do any of that.

So find another job you say?  I just don't want to.  I want to be pregnant and quit my job.  (Mr. W has decided that when I'm pregnant, if work stresses me, then I can quit.)  I want to spend my time being domestic.  I want to cook and clean and sew and take care of babies!  Please don't all laugh at me at once.

How will this all play out?  I've made up my mind that regardless of my pregnancy status, I will not be employed next year.  I haven't worked out all of the details, but it's got to happen.  By then we'll be debt free (except for the mortgage) so it's not like we'll struggle.  The house will be finished and refurnished.  Stick a fork in me, I am done!  It will be an adjustment, but not a struggle. 

So for now I have to work on my attitude (because I've turned into a raging bitch that gets irritated at the most minute things).  I have to work on finding happiness within myself.  Most of all I need to work on letting go things that I cannot change.

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Why is it that it's perfectly acceptable to spend 9 hours a day at a job?  What about time with your family?!  I have 4.5 hours a day that aren't spent working, going to and from work, getting ready for work, or sleeping.  That would break my heart to not be able to spend more time with my children if I had any.  As it is, by the weekend Mr. W and I feel like we haven't spent any time together.  Full time should be 6 hours a day!  :-)

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I'm 7DPO today.  No symptoms to report, which doesn't shock me.  I have had some mild cramping on my right side, which makes me a little nervous.  If something is happening down there, I really don't want it to happen on any one side.  I'd prefer a little cramping in the middle.  But of course, I'm a little paranoid about ectopic.

All in all, I feel very peaceful.  If I don't get a BFP this month, the world will continue to spin.  :-)

***UPDATE***

MY PROGESTERONE WAS 30.9 4DPO!!!!  YAY!!!  This was one of my fears, that I had low progesterone.  I feel so relieved!  Now it's all out of my hands.  :-)

Hooray! & Holy Cow!

CD17 and both my monitor and my OPK state that today is the day!  Hooray(I snagged this great pic from Moosk.  She's working on a widget for the CBEFM.  If you have any technical knowledge, head over there and lend a hand!)

And here's my "Holy Cow!":

Total billed:	$1171.00
Amount paid to Patient:	$0.00
Amount paid to ROPER HOSPITAL:	$549.25
Beneficiary paid to Provider:	$0.00
Primary coverage allowed amount:	$0.00
Primary coverage payment amount:	$0.00
Total amount paid:	$549.25
Patient liability for this claim:
Deductible:	$0.00
Cost-share:	$96.93
Copayment:	$0.00
Total patient liability:	$96.93

That's from my EOB from Tricare.  That's for my HSG.  Holy Cow!  Look at how much they charged.  That's more expensive than an MRI!  Thank God for insurance!  (and for low deductibles)

Oh yeah, the results (official).  According to the doctor's nurse, all is "normal" for the HSG and the FSH.  Hooray!!!

And my parent's are coming into town today for my niece's 3rd birthday party.  This is shaping up to be a wonderful weekend.  :-)

BV? Old Blood? WTH?? TMI ***updated***

So why can't anything be easy?

I had my HSG on Wednesday. 4 days later and I still have a brown chunky-ish discharge. It's not the consistency of a yeast infection, but more like there are tea leaves in the discharge. Besides the "chunks" the rest of the mess is fairly thin. But it's all brown. No odor to speak of, though.

Anyone had a similar experience or any advice? And before you tell me, I already plan on calling my Dr in the morning, but thought maybe someone might have some advice today.  For the record, I'm afraid it's BV and/or a yeast infection and that the meds for that would mean I'd have to not TTC this month.  Thank you!!!

***update***

It's almost all cleared up, now!  Woo Hoo!  I spoke with my doctor's nurse and she said that it's perfectly normal for me to have that discharge, but if it didn't go away to call them back.  All clear in time for a little possibly procreational recreation.  :-)

Short & Sweet (with update)

I'm referring to my time with Mr. W, not this post.

Mr. W was home by the time I got there yesterday. It was beyond wonderful to have him there!!! I had already left a pork roast in the crock pot that morning, so we had barbecue for dinner. Then we just enjoyed each other's company all night. It was wonderful

But now he's leaving again tomorrow. This really bites. I know I've already got the Cross-country-migration-conception plan so I'll be able to see him in about a week...but this still sucks. I just want him here for the holiday season. I know we'll be together for Christmas...but that's not the worst day. It's the build-up to the day that gets to me. And it's been especially rough, lately. Not just the holidays, but everything. It's crap. But what can I do. Such is the life of the military wife.

I seriously admire the spouse out there whose significant other is gone for months at a time. It's not an easy thing to be married to the military. I don't even have it as bad as many others, and it's still not easy.

But it's CD3! Yay! I should be flying out to be with Mr. W on CD10 or 11. I'll fly back CD15 (I have to be back at work the next morning). Hopefully I'll get my LH surge on CD15...but even if I don't get it until CD16, it could still happen this month. I'm excited to be trying again! Yay!

******UPDATE******

Now Mr. W is being told that I cannot fly out during this trip. I am trying to not cry right now, because I’m stuck at work. I don’t know what to do. So now he’s flying out tomorrow…I won’t see him for over two weeks (right after him being gone for 9 days and only having him home for less than 48 hours)…and there’s no TTC this month. I really need a break right now. A break from the crappy things that are getting in the way of any resemblance of happiness for me. And I know you’re all probably thinking that I’m all doom and gloom for some not-so-big reasons, but there are other things going on that I just really don’t have the strength to blog about.

I really needed to be able to spend some time with Mr. W. I really need to be able TTC this month. I really need to get away from things for a few days.

I am such a dork

I seriously just figured out that I can reply to comments when I receive them in my inbox. I'm being honest. I just realized that if I hit "reply" and type in the box...the commenter will get my response. How stupid do I feel right now?

So I promise, from now on, I will respond to everyone when they ask me a question in a comment!!!

But on another note, if you don't have an email linked to the account you comment with, I cannot respond. :-(

Thank you and No Thank you

Yeah, Thanksgiving just wasn't what it usually is, yesterday. I wasn't very thankful. I'll try to keep this in proportion, though.

Things I was not thankful for

• Mr. W is out of town. (military life. yay.)
• My sister let the cat out of the bag that evil SIL got another BFP
• My sister also let it out of the bag that evil SIL's beta has already begun to drop
• My brother was supposed to tell me all of this the day before
• My mom told me that evil SIL's beta was already down from 5 to 3 and my only comment was, "She's not pregnant, then. How did they even consider this viable?"

So yeah, I really miss Mr. W. This is the first holiday that we've been apart. I knew it was something that would eventually happen. I'm not even really complaining, I'm just down about it, right now. And he'll be back soon. I'm lucky that he's not one of the guys that gets sent places for months at a time.

My sister felt horrible for telling me about evil SIL. She assumed that since I had spoken to my brother, that he had actually told me. Especially since the rest of my family told him that he really needed to do it before Thanksgiving (given that I'm an emotional basket case, right). She really was afraid that it ruined my day. She didn't know I'd already spent part of the morning crying for no reason other than the fact that I was feeling sorry for myself.

Any why couldn't my brother tell me? Who knows. I've given up on wondering why my brother does (or does not do) the things he does. I love him and accept him as he is. It would be nice if he would step up to the plate once in a while, though.

Seriously? That's the comment I had? Am I that big of a bitch, now? Wow! I really have to work on that one. I do feel sorry for evil SIL. Really I do. And I'm sure her beta had to be above 5 for the docs to say she was pregnant. (now I really don't understand why they would give her another blood test if her beta was already down to 5...that's considered negative.) My brother told my mom that they were going to "get a shot that wouldn't let this happen again). I can only assume that this means she's going to start getting a birth control shot. So be it. I've previously stated that I really don't think she should procreate anymore than she already has.

Things I am thankful for

• My sister lives across town from me (this is not our hometown) and welcomes me into her home anytime. She is there for me.
• My parents drove down to spend Thanksgiving with me and my sister.
• Mr. W called me the day before Thanksgiving just to wish me a happy Thanksgiving.
• My brother is "up to the plate" and is there for evil SIL in what I know is a difficult time (even for an evil person)
• It's the day after Thanksgiving and I can start putting up Christmas decorations!

So now I've got to jump into the shower so I can head over to the sister's house. I'm going to make dinner for the parents, sis, bil, the angelic niece, and the heathen nephews! Yummy!

Hopefully I'll get home in time to do some more cleaning around the house so I can have my tree up tomorrow. My parents are coming over for dinner and I'd like to have, at least, the inside of the house decorated. Does crab and corn bisque go with Christmas decor? Haha!

How late is too late...

i googled how late is too late and got this image

I received a phone call from my Pastor's Wife, today. She was very nice and just wanted to make sure everything was well with me. She told me that my sister had informed her that I had laryngitis. Blah blah blah. More pointless conversation. Then out of nowhere, this woman that I've met once in brief passing, says, "And I heard about the baby..." (no really, she let the conversation end like that.)

So two months to the date after the miscarriage part of my BCMEP someone wants to bring it up. Someone that I do not know. Someone that heard about this from someone else. Although I'm sure she meant well...I don't know.

What do you guys think? How would you feel if someone randomly brought up such a sensitive subject close enough to the time it happened that it's still raw yet far enough away that you're not openly mourning anymore?

Can I have a chaser of 9-healthy-months with that shot?

Background info: My cold has turned into a sinus infection and laryngitis. I unable to speak in anything above a whisper.

Funny how people feel the need to whisper to you when you whisper to them. (not funny haha)

I went to the dol.lar tree looking for HPTs. I'm not doing anything proactive this month so I figured I'd stock up for the future. I had to ask where the tests were, because I couldn't find them.

Of course I had to whisper when I asked.

Me: "Do you have any pregnancy tests?"
Girl whispers back in an almost superior tone: "Yes. Do you need one?"
Me: "Yes."
Girl: she just stood there.
Me: "Where are they?"
Her: "There over there. Behind the counter. (insert pause as she just stares at me) Are you really whispering? Or..."
Me: "I have laryngitis. I really can't talk."
Her: "OMG. I'm so sorry! People come in here and there all secretive about questions like that."
Me: "I have no problem asking! We've been trying for a while."
Her: "Oh, it hasn't happened yet? You know they have that shot..."

Seriously! The world needs a huge dose of education as far as IF is concerned!!!

To fly or not to fly (with added dialogue)

That is the question. I'm terrified of flying. I have never done it and have always been of the mindset that if God wanted me to fly, I'd have wings. Now I'm faced with a situation (read: offer of a mini vacation and the possibility of conception). Here goes.

Mr. W will be out of town with work for two weeks in December. Right in the middle of those two weeks is when I will be ovulating and when we would be allowed to start trying again. I was pretty upset by that at first...but now an opportunity has been made available. I've been told by Mr. W, two of his co-workers/friends, and his boss that I should fly out.

I know about when I should be ovulating. I have a ton of vacation days available. My job has already told me that I just need to give them enough notice if I'm going to take time off. Why shouldn't I do this?

Here's why:

1. Even the thought of flying terrifies me. By terrify, I pretty much mean petrified with fear.
2. It will cost about $400 for the plane ticket. Although I know that's not that expensive, this is two weeks before Christmas that I'm talking about.
3. Seriously...have I mentioned how scared I am to fly?

So I'd really like some input from all of the wonderful people out in the blogosphere. What would you do?

Oh yeah...and I mentioned this to my bosses...and told them why I wanted to go(I'm over trying to be secretive about TTC). One's response was, "Why not wait until January?" My reply to her was, "Because that would mean that we wasted a month." Her response to that was, "So! You've got the rest of your life to have kids. Once you have them you have them forever." I chose to argue my family history of early menopause. Other boss said, "You might get so stressed out [due to flying] that you won't even drop an egg." My response to her was, "It's possible."

Preparations

Well...I'm prepared. As prepared as I'll apparantly ever be at this point.

√ - CBE Monitor
√ - CBE Monitor Test Sticks
√ - PreSeed
½ - 2 months TTA
№ - Mr. W in town during December fertile days
№ - HSG

This is as good as it gets, though. My OB/Gyn's office called back. Although my doc thought an HSG would be a good idea a few months ago, now she's changed her mind. I guess just getting a BFP ruled out the necessity. The fact that it turned out to be an ectopic pregnancy doesn't change this lack of necessity? Whatever.

As far as Mr. W being in town when I need him in December...there's nothing I can do. He is government property regardless of what I say or do. My only option is to get over it. (Even though I had to laugh and Nancy's faux idea! Mr. W had just finished joking about just that! Ha!)

I was actually being optimistic before I spoke with my doctor's office. I figured it wouldn't hurt me to wait one more month. I am going to use that time to relax and verify that my CBE monitor is working (because there's no way my body wouldn't work, right). Now I'm a little thrown, though. I really don't like the thought of going into this without the definite knowledge there there's no blockage (partial or otherwise) in my tubes. Grr...one more thing to get over.

I'm really in a better mood that I sound. After all, it's Halloween! And I've got devil horns and heavy makeup on! And all the candy I can eat! Hooray!

Needles, and scans, and biopsies, Oh My!

CD1 (previously known as 24dpo) my HCG was 21.


CD6 HCG was 90...that's about a 48 hour doubling time. Not so good since CD1 was the day I miscarried.


CD8 HCG was 114. It's not doubling, but it was still increasing. And for those of you following along at home my bleeding stopped about CD4 or 5.


CD10 HCG was 113.


CD11 and now I'm cramping and spotting.



I've got an endometrial biopsy schedule for this afternoon. I wish, at this point, they do a D&C and an ultrasound and let it be done. They just don't know what's going on. Ugh!!!



I received my common-thread bracelet! Yay! It's on and I'm wearing it with pride (and aprehension). I'll do a whole post on this one later, though. Today if I feel up to it.



And I realized that I'm angry with God. I guess there's no one else to be angry with, so why not. And it didn't help that at my church, this weekend, my pastor talked in tongues. Many of you may have opinions on this...I'm not sure what mine is. I'm a pretty big sceptic to begin with, throw in my anger at the man upstairs...you see where this is leading, I'm sure.



Anyway, I've got a ton of thoughts brewing my demented little mind right now. There is definitely more to come on all of these topics!!!

Insults and events

I'm amazed how I am constantly feeling insulted right now. Even with my clinical thinking, I'm still taking things the wrong way.

• I had to have blood drawn today for my beta. That was insulting. If they had let me have a beta when I first requested one, I wouldn't have gotten so excited about a positive HPT. Now I'm having it done to verify that the pregnancy is indeed over. That's insulting.


• The cramps I had for the first few days; those were insulting.


• The fact that I'm still bleeding (I know it's only day six) is insulting.


• An innocent elderly patient asked me what Mr. W and I are waiting on to have a baby; I was insulted.

Come on! I know better on all of these! I know there is nothing truly wrong with any of these things. A few of these are medical and there is no way around them. And the elderly gentleman meant no harm! Why would he know anything about infertility?

I'm sure I'll get over this stage of my mourning, soon enough.








I start my sewing class tonight! I'm excited, but quite nervous. I used my machine for the very first time last night. My sister taught me how to thread my machine and how to sew a straight line. So at 5:00pm I will leave my job, drive to a location that I've never been to, search a campus for a building that I do not know the name of, enter a classroom full of people that I do not know, and begin an intermediate sewing class with not even a beginners knowledge. My sister was supposed to take the class with me, but now she can't. So I'm doing this alone. This is waaayyyy out of my comfort zone on so many levels, and exactly what I need right now!

I think it will be a wonderful experience for me! I'll meet new people, learn new things, and most of all, GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! Hahaha! And if I actually get the hang of this, I'm going to start making my own scrubs (with matching purses...hahahahahahahaha!). I've also got a pattern for simple togas for me and Mr. W for Halloween. And my favorite is a corner-dog-bed pattern I got. My fur-baby Megan loves to curl up behind our recliner so I've decided to make her a bed to go back there. My sweet puppy! (she's been a good thing for me the past week. i don't know if i'd be feeling this "OK" if i hadn't been able to bury my face in her fur at least once a night.)

Thank you...and...

First and formost, Thank you so much to all of the wonderful ladies that commented on my blog yesterday! You're assurances helped relieve my worries!!! I can never truly express how grateful I am to you each!!!!



Now onto another pic. This time I decided the lines could kiss my butt! I went digital!

I also got the blood test results back from my OB/Gyn. Of course it was positive...but they only did a qualitative test! Ugh! Since I haven't ever been pregnant they see no need to do a quantitative. I mean I'm a 30 year old female with PCOS who has never managed to get pregnant (and not because I'm Mrs. Protection). Why should I have any concern? I'm trying to relax...but we all know how that goes.

I've decided to go with it. Enjoy it for what it is right now! So for now...I'm pregnant!!! :-)