We had a battery of tests done this past week (well, Amanda did. 6 vials of blood!) to find out a possible reason as to why we can't keep a pregnancy.
I got the phone call on Monday....
Everything came back normal.
No Lupus. No weird blood thickness issues. And right now, no progesterone issues either.
I cried.
No reason for losing three babies.
Ugh.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Add mice to the list of "why my house makes me cry" list.
Evidently, they like our cabinet that we have our tupperware in, as well as the large cabinet under the sink.
Mouse crap EVERYWHERE.
Clorox and I are tight these days.
So is OCedar mops, and rags. Oh yeah, and blue barf buckets used as water collectors.
Evidently, they like our cabinet that we have our tupperware in, as well as the large cabinet under the sink.
Mouse crap EVERYWHERE.
Clorox and I are tight these days.
So is OCedar mops, and rags. Oh yeah, and blue barf buckets used as water collectors.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
My brain is fidgety and I'm inconsolable right now - no tears, just extreme uptight-ness. Tears are there, just waiting to pour out.
I hate my house.
Really, I do.
I'm pretty sure our inspection wasn't done as it should - there are quite a few problems that are surfacing that should have been caught...or so I think. I don't know that we can prove anything but...maybe I'm just trying to put blame on someone else when it should be on us. We decided to buy this house with plaster and lathe walls, broken windows in sunrooms and garage doors. No one else but us.
I guess it would be as irritating if it didn't happen all at once.
Like the ceiling that is cracking/leaking near the bathroom. It only happens when it rains. Which it did today, along with snow melting.....buckets.
And the literal waterfall of rushing water down the steps from the storage room in the basement...and the water that is dripping down the walls causing said water flow. Water that is dripping from holes that are in our Michigan-dirt-basement-walls that someone thought was cool to pour concrete over.
Don't remind me of the old glass doorknobs that are breaking, causing it difficult to open/shut doors - one room is unable to be opened from the inside anymore. The (working) bathroom, guest bedroom and our bedroom are all becoming loose and we will need doorknobs sooner than we expected.
There are so many more issues to be addressed, some that should be addressed relatively soon. We have no money right now - tests to find out about babies will have to be put on hold. Which, right now, is fine. It stresses me out and makes me cry just to think about it - seriously. That's for another post.
Instead, we have to figure out where we're going to get the money for insurance deductible to pay for a new roof and to get someone to look at the basement. We had planned on using our tax returns for blood work and paying off student loans.
And we have to take the dog to the vet this week because she broke a large section of her tooth off. Last week - and no we haven't taken her in yet. We don't have the money for a visit and subsequent surgery/anesthesia. We wanted to check out other vets because we aren't happy with where we're at but we may not have that opportunity until after we get her tooth fixed.
I seriously want to just give up. But my husband tells me that we can't.
I know he's right....it's just hard. I'm overwhelmed at work and stressed about our house. And I'm lazy. And depressed. And hurt. And getting over being sick again.
Ugh.
I hate my house.
Really, I do.
I'm pretty sure our inspection wasn't done as it should - there are quite a few problems that are surfacing that should have been caught...or so I think. I don't know that we can prove anything but...maybe I'm just trying to put blame on someone else when it should be on us. We decided to buy this house with plaster and lathe walls, broken windows in sunrooms and garage doors. No one else but us.
I guess it would be as irritating if it didn't happen all at once.
Like the ceiling that is cracking/leaking near the bathroom. It only happens when it rains. Which it did today, along with snow melting.....buckets.
And the literal waterfall of rushing water down the steps from the storage room in the basement...and the water that is dripping down the walls causing said water flow. Water that is dripping from holes that are in our Michigan-dirt-basement-walls that someone thought was cool to pour concrete over.
Don't remind me of the old glass doorknobs that are breaking, causing it difficult to open/shut doors - one room is unable to be opened from the inside anymore. The (working) bathroom, guest bedroom and our bedroom are all becoming loose and we will need doorknobs sooner than we expected.
There are so many more issues to be addressed, some that should be addressed relatively soon. We have no money right now - tests to find out about babies will have to be put on hold. Which, right now, is fine. It stresses me out and makes me cry just to think about it - seriously. That's for another post.
Instead, we have to figure out where we're going to get the money for insurance deductible to pay for a new roof and to get someone to look at the basement. We had planned on using our tax returns for blood work and paying off student loans.
And we have to take the dog to the vet this week because she broke a large section of her tooth off. Last week - and no we haven't taken her in yet. We don't have the money for a visit and subsequent surgery/anesthesia. We wanted to check out other vets because we aren't happy with where we're at but we may not have that opportunity until after we get her tooth fixed.
I seriously want to just give up. But my husband tells me that we can't.
I know he's right....it's just hard. I'm overwhelmed at work and stressed about our house. And I'm lazy. And depressed. And hurt. And getting over being sick again.
Ugh.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
FDA Offical says to NOT eat peanut butter
I heard about this on the news yesterday, saw an article about it and now saw this on MSNBC. Please read and check out your pantry!
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Too-Cold-To-Go-To-School Day
It's cold.
-14 F air temperature cold.
-25 F windchill cold.
Cancel school and don'tcallmeuntilI'mnearlydonewithmyshowerandamgettingready cold. And I got the call from the receptionist, NOT the person before me on the snow tree. Evidently she had tried to call HER person and they didn't answer, so she tried the people down the line and eventually got me.
I'm 8th in line. And for the record, Caleb got THAT phone call. I was, as I already mentioned, in the shower. Getting ready to jump out and get dressed. This was at 6:28 am. We usually are getting ready to start the car/get ready to leave by 6:45 - 7:00 am.
Three women were already AT WORK when the phone calls finally started running around. Caleb then answered the phone at 6:30 to my boss, who was trying to figure out who had been called. I called the two people below me on the phone tree. It was a little crazy.
Caleb doesn't get snow days/too cold for kids to wait for the bus days. He works for a hospital. In his words, "People get sick and computers break, even on snow days." Too true, honey.
So I'm sitting here with animals (who are confused as to why I am here), a large cup of hot double chocolate fudge hot chocolate, some dry KIX and a husband who is braving the cold. I really do wish that sometimes even hospitals get snow days :(
-14 F air temperature cold.
-25 F windchill cold.
Cancel school and don'tcallmeuntilI'mnearlydonewithmyshowerandamgettingready cold. And I got the call from the receptionist, NOT the person before me on the snow tree. Evidently she had tried to call HER person and they didn't answer, so she tried the people down the line and eventually got me.
I'm 8th in line. And for the record, Caleb got THAT phone call. I was, as I already mentioned, in the shower. Getting ready to jump out and get dressed. This was at 6:28 am. We usually are getting ready to start the car/get ready to leave by 6:45 - 7:00 am.
Three women were already AT WORK when the phone calls finally started running around. Caleb then answered the phone at 6:30 to my boss, who was trying to figure out who had been called. I called the two people below me on the phone tree. It was a little crazy.
Caleb doesn't get snow days/too cold for kids to wait for the bus days. He works for a hospital. In his words, "People get sick and computers break, even on snow days." Too true, honey.
So I'm sitting here with animals (who are confused as to why I am here), a large cup of hot double chocolate fudge hot chocolate, some dry KIX and a husband who is braving the cold. I really do wish that sometimes even hospitals get snow days :(
Monday, January 12, 2009
Christmas is long gone.
Yeah, I seem to stink at this whole blogging thing. I can't seem to find the energy to sit down and type what's going on in our lives.
Which hasn't been a ton of exciting things, mind you.
But sometimes our lives are just like that.
We are both back to work on normal schedules. Nothing was scarier than not knowing what was going to happen after the two week lay-offs at the hospital. Thankfully, Caleb worked the majority of those two weeks but at reduced hours. And our hearts ached for those who weren't working, at the hospital and all those unemployed. Both of my parents are currently unemployed and the stress because of said situation....it's worrisome. But they both continue to tell us not worry - how can I not? They're my mom and dad!
My job is extremely stressful as well, but I knew that going in to it. I am finding that preschool aged children simply aren't what I want to do with the rest of my life. I love kindergarten and adored teaching it and I thought that the preschool classroom would be similar - and for some parts, it is. But this class is especially young (four of them just turned four in October) and that makes some days extremely difficult. Like today.
Christmas was rough this year, as it will be every year. Our first baby was due two days after Christmas, which also happened to land on the day of my husband's family holiday get-together, where I would be around my pregnant sister-in-law (who is due a month before us) and two cousins-by-marriage (who are due a month and two months, respectively, after us).
I sat at home and grieved - cried, sobbed until near hysteria and sat on my knees and yelled.
I needed to grieve. And hurt and feel pain - something that has been hard for me lately. My body has been numb lately to the pain and hurt of losing three babies in under a two year time frame. It's fairly normal, says every book, article and my doctor. It's a normal reaction to death, and death that has happened three times too many. I can feel myself on the mend, which is encouraging. And relaxing a bit more around pregnant women and babies. I held a cute red-headed baby (the son and brother of one of my parents/students) last week and didn't hyperventilate. This is a BIG step for me. Now, if I just could convince myself that I can do that in front of my pregnant relatives.....
Our New Year's was awesome - we drove to GR to see some great friends and just relax. We drank hot cocoa, ate yummy/belly expanding food, watched husbands play silly computer games, tried out the Wii, drank Sparkly juice and just had fun. It was the first time I've really really laughed in a long time. It was great.
Now, we're just getting back in to the swing of life - we both came home with migraines/sinus headaches tonight (looming storm and snow day?) , so we went to a local sub shop and ate, even though we weren't planning on eating out again until our planned date in February. But it was either eat out somewhere with warm food or eat PB & J, which is about all the energy I had. We opted to eat out, get some caffeine and just - be. It was nice.
Now? I'm in fuzzy Hello Kitty socks (a gift from one of my students - a cute poem about things that teachers need, from fuzzy socks and calming tea to an eraser, purple sparkly pens and Snoopy band-aids), even fuzzier fleece pajamas and a warm sweatshirt. Laundry is running, kitty is snuggled behind me (in between me and the chair), other kitty is snuggled away somewhere and a dog sleeping by the couch. Husband is playing on the computer and relaxing.
It's a normal evening around here :)
Which hasn't been a ton of exciting things, mind you.
But sometimes our lives are just like that.
We are both back to work on normal schedules. Nothing was scarier than not knowing what was going to happen after the two week lay-offs at the hospital. Thankfully, Caleb worked the majority of those two weeks but at reduced hours. And our hearts ached for those who weren't working, at the hospital and all those unemployed. Both of my parents are currently unemployed and the stress because of said situation....it's worrisome. But they both continue to tell us not worry - how can I not? They're my mom and dad!
My job is extremely stressful as well, but I knew that going in to it. I am finding that preschool aged children simply aren't what I want to do with the rest of my life. I love kindergarten and adored teaching it and I thought that the preschool classroom would be similar - and for some parts, it is. But this class is especially young (four of them just turned four in October) and that makes some days extremely difficult. Like today.
Christmas was rough this year, as it will be every year. Our first baby was due two days after Christmas, which also happened to land on the day of my husband's family holiday get-together, where I would be around my pregnant sister-in-law (who is due a month before us) and two cousins-by-marriage (who are due a month and two months, respectively, after us).
I sat at home and grieved - cried, sobbed until near hysteria and sat on my knees and yelled.
I needed to grieve. And hurt and feel pain - something that has been hard for me lately. My body has been numb lately to the pain and hurt of losing three babies in under a two year time frame. It's fairly normal, says every book, article and my doctor. It's a normal reaction to death, and death that has happened three times too many. I can feel myself on the mend, which is encouraging. And relaxing a bit more around pregnant women and babies. I held a cute red-headed baby (the son and brother of one of my parents/students) last week and didn't hyperventilate. This is a BIG step for me. Now, if I just could convince myself that I can do that in front of my pregnant relatives.....
Our New Year's was awesome - we drove to GR to see some great friends and just relax. We drank hot cocoa, ate yummy/belly expanding food, watched husbands play silly computer games, tried out the Wii, drank Sparkly juice and just had fun. It was the first time I've really really laughed in a long time. It was great.
Now, we're just getting back in to the swing of life - we both came home with migraines/sinus headaches tonight (looming storm and snow day?) , so we went to a local sub shop and ate, even though we weren't planning on eating out again until our planned date in February. But it was either eat out somewhere with warm food or eat PB & J, which is about all the energy I had. We opted to eat out, get some caffeine and just - be. It was nice.
Now? I'm in fuzzy Hello Kitty socks (a gift from one of my students - a cute poem about things that teachers need, from fuzzy socks and calming tea to an eraser, purple sparkly pens and Snoopy band-aids), even fuzzier fleece pajamas and a warm sweatshirt. Laundry is running, kitty is snuggled behind me (in between me and the chair), other kitty is snuggled away somewhere and a dog sleeping by the couch. Husband is playing on the computer and relaxing.
It's a normal evening around here :)
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Christmas is coming...fast!
Merry Christmas Eve!
Presents are finally wrapped, as of an hour ago :) The true test will see if they can make it through the curiosity of a dog and two cats. Seal still isn't feeling his best, choosing to lay either in the closet near the litter box or snuggle next to Caleb or I. He could of care less about the laser pointer game I was playing with Piper and ignored the bag of bows I had sitting on the floor.
He and his "sister" were found snuggling on our bed (a big no-no) one winter weekend....I took a picture and then promptly scooted them both out - cat hair in the blankets is no fun!
I've made puppy chow, homemade Chex-Mix and white chocolate popcorn. :) I need to melt some more chocolate for the white chocolate popcorn (with Kix and Fritos - YUM!). We tried last night and it was a disaster! I also made BBQ ribs in the slow-cooker last night! They were REALLY good (and I'm not a ribs lover by any means) but now I'm paying for it - anyone know how to get burnt BBQ sauce out of a slow-cooker? ACK!We are watching Christmas movies today, snuggled up on the couch and just relaxing. We had fried eggs sandwiches and bacon for lunch *Hey, it's Christmas Eve!* and cinnamon twist things from Pillsbury this morning for breakfast. Dinner was supposed to be pot roast in the slow-cooker, but the burnt sauce that refuses to budge is posing a problem. So, pizza tonight. I still need to pull out the meat for the rest of the week but other than that, we're just sitting here, listening to the rain/sleet hit the windows and watching movies from when we were wee ones.
Here are pictures of our ornaments that we ordered for our babies. I apologize for the lack of....clarity and all-around nice-ness of the pictures. I was crying and the lighting stinks in our living room.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)