My nephew, Jordan Henry says he is tired of Republicans running this country into the ground. OBAMA IN 08 !!!!
On a completely different note.....
On October 25th, the girls, Samra and I are walking the Creep Walk for the Arthritis Foundation. This is a Zappos.com sponsored event and the Finance team is trying to get the most donations. Make me look good. donate anything from $10 to a million and I will send you a 20% discount coupon to Zappos.com. Please click here to see my personal site to donate. I will really really really like you. I won't just fake it like I have been.
I had a trying week. My mom doesn’t like to me to air my dirty laundry in public but personally, I like to read about other people’s experiences on the internet that I can relate to. It makes me feel as though I am not alone. So If I can relate to one person, it will make me feel good. Part of this blog entry was taken from an email I sent to friends so If it sounds familiar to some, I apologize.
I have PCOS which is poly cystic ovarian syndrome. Just cysts that keep growing on my ovaries. It is supposed to make you infertile, fat, and bleeding all the time. I was diagnosed about 5 years ago and it went away. Well, as you may have known, Jeff and I decided to try and have another baby three years ago and that never happened because of the PCOS which I had forgotten I had. So we gave up. We also actually gave up after Emma’s crazy 6th birthday party where we had 20 screaming little girls in our house for over three hours. Well the cysts came back about three months ago but worse than before. I was exhausted and going through about two pads every hour. It got pretty bad. There was maybe one or two days a month that I wasn't bleeding. Sorry if this is TMI.
Well, on Friday I called the Dr because I was sick of it. I was exhausted and the cramps were killing me. So they told me to come in this last Monday. This was the day that my brother and his wife were having their baby. I had taken some blood tests and pee tests and everything to figure out what was going on with me. I was sitting in the room waiting for my doctor, holding my phone because I knew I was going to get the call at any second because my sister in law went in for a c section. When the Dr came in I apologized for having the phone but explained to him what was going on. He asked me how I felt about that. I told him happy but a little jealous because Jeff and I had wanted another baby and it didn’t happen. And he said, “What about this baby?”
If you would have just told me that Mel Gibson was converting to Judaism, I wouldn’t have been as shocked as I was by what he told me. I couldn’t even speak. I asked him how this happened and he said he didn’t know but it wasn’t all good. He was concerned that I was bleeding so much. And I had to go back to the lab to take more blood. I am not sure how this works but my levels were at 4000. If all was good my levels would be higher and that meant that my body was trying o keep the baby if they went down it meant that by body was trying to reject the baby and would eventually miscarriage.
Needless to say, I had a long talk with Jeff on the “what ifs.” I was kind of excited. Honestly, I know that I am almost 100 years old but I thought it would be cool to have a baby with Alyssa and Emma there to help. I thought it would be cool to have a baby while working at Zappos because they are so amazing and supportive. And I also thought it would be cool because I was more patient now.
The cons were that, Hello?? I am almost 100 years old. Having babies in your late 30 is for celebrities and people who have surrogates. Also, I am tired now and too busy and my kids are already set in their ways and can make their own dinner when mommy is passed out on the couch after drinking too much Boones Farm Strawberry Hill. And, I already weigh 435; did I want to get any bigger?
So either way, I had issues. Well it turns out my levels went down and my body would start to miscarriage soon. When he told me my options I was bummed. Honestly. Jeff however I find out was crazy relieved. He told me that if it would have happened then he would have been happy but if we had sat down and planned a baby then he would have tried to talk me out of it. So I had three options. 1. A D& C which not only will take care of the miscarriage but will take care of my cysts as well. 2. Was to take a pill that would induce “labor” which in my case, the thing that is trying to leave my body... 3. Was to let it go naturally but that could take weeks and I am not into having a scene at work or at tap class for my daughter
the D & C on Tuesday morning. crazy. I was horrible sad before.. And I was horrible sad after but now I am ok. Except I can’t get the bandage shmag off of my arm from the IV and I have a huge bruise.
I wrote this the week of 9-11-01 I copywrited it. I read a lot of poems that week and I never saw one like this. I think it is a pretty decent read.
The Radio woke her up with a start -
The voice from the box was speaking with heart.
A plane he said had crashed into the tower –
Another into the other, it happened this hour.
She arose with anticipation –
She listened along with the rest of the nation.
Her head was pounding; her eyes had a bruise –
She listened in pain to the rest of the news.
Her husband fought fire with passion and glory –
She knew he was there and listened to the story.
Many were dead, the innocent and the brave –
She hoped, deep down, one was her husband, Dave.
A strong man with the strength of ten –
An angry man, who beat her again and again.
She turned on the TV and sat up in her bed –
She sat in silence waiting to hear who and how many were dead.
With a cracked rib and a broken arm –
She watched as many ran from harm.
She continued to watch, Still in her nightgown -
When the day was over, the shock wore down.
The phone call she got was filled with despair –
She sat and listened and pretended to care.
No more slaps and no more hits –
He won’t be around any longer to work off his fits.
It was only then when she started to cry –
While the country mourned she began living her lie.
She mocked sadness and horror as people would call-
She nodded and wept; she had fooled them all.
For she on that Tuesday was given a freedom that she never knew –
While hundreds screamed and cried she knew what she had to do.
She covered her bruises, like she had done before –
This time with hope for something much, much, more.
A life she could live without threats and fear –
She looked in the mirror and she cried her first happy tear.
We had a really great time camping this last weekend. The kids had a blast. I may be a little bit too big and old to climb in and out of a tent but I still had a great time. Jeff managed to make it up Saturday afternoon and stayed until Sunday afternoon. That was wonderful! What I learned on this trip is:
1. Don’t run around the fire because Nicole will yell at you.
2. I have gray hair growing
3. The creek is cold and wet
4. How to make churro poppers
5. I use too much mayo
6. My eyeballs start to ache when I hike
7. I don’t hike well and I cannot go down a hill or jump over rocks in a creek at all.
8. Noodle pudding is best when eaten freshly baked from the oven and served immediately.
9. The kids go through 40 changes of clothing whenever we camp
10. Eric is quite funny when he wants to be.
Pictures from the camping trip are here
I am cherishing any time I have of him because hunting season is among us and I will lose him to cami’s and a gun. Dove season started last week which really makes me giggle. Jeff has never hunted doves and in my mind it can’t be much of a challenge. They seem pretty dumb. Can’t you just show up to a wedding and wait for a bunch of them to be released? And how hard is it to find them? They are the only birds flying around with olive branches in their beaks.