BUSY MAKING A BABY!!!!!! Wa- hoo!!!
It finally happened for us, we are expecting our third and final child to complete our little family!
So I'll back up a little in case you are new to this little party.
After this, we waited the requisite two months to start trying again. In the meantime, I continued to track my cycle and research ways to help me get pregnant. We set a time limit of three months as it was time to move on. I was at peace with this decision, and that was not easy to do. The first two months came and went. I was frustrated, again, so the third month I essentially gave up. We had Blake's birthday, it was 4th of July, I had oodles of cookie orders, family coming into town to excited about... And so we didn't really 'try'.
A couple days after our family left town again (and of course having some wine with their visit!!!), I was feeling off. Headaches (sometimes normal for me), nausea in between meals (NEVER normal for me), blood sugar off... I went home from work early on a Tuesday, took a nap and asked W to go get me a test. (yea, I was out of my stockpile, lol!) He asked why I couldn't just wait till the next day...Have we met?!?!?!?!? I wanted to test, but really I didn't have any expectations. We weren't even trying, I had no idea when I ovulated, the chances of being pregnant were so small. but..it was POSITIVE!!!!! OMG OMG OMG!!! I called the Dr's office the very next day. Beta #1 was 22, Beta #2 48 hours later was 61.4!! YAY! We are finally moving in the right direction!
I made my first appointment at 9 weeks and they gave me a firm due date of April 1! baby looked great and had a heartbeat...huge sigh of relief! Dr right off the bat states that the goal with me is to make it to 36 weeks for delivery. So our game plan will be the same as we did with Blake. 17P injections here we come! Also she saw a cyst so another ultrasound to be scheduled in 4 weeks.
Everything has been progressing normally so far...baby measured right on track at the 13 wk ultrasound, the cyst was gone and we were able to get a preliminary gender!!
At 16 weeks we had a cervical length check...measured great, within range of normal. However baby is breech and we were not able to definitively confirm gender. So another cervical check at 18 weeks..still measuring great and baby is a GIRL!!!!!!
Her name will be Natalie Michelle...and so many people are ready to spoil her after being the first girl grandbaby in nearly 12 years! We are so blessed with the friends and family that we have and so thankful for their support over the last year and a half..I haven't directly expressed my thanks to you...THANK YOU!!
So that brings us up to the present..I am 18 weeks and 1 day pregnant. Potentially already past 'my' halfway point! If all goes well baby should be here sometime in March.
Thursday, October 30, 2014
Thursday, April 17, 2014
Potty (Training) Humor
We are now deep into potty training Blake...woo-hoo!! For the last 6-ish months, he has been very sporadic and we have tried multiple times, only for him to go once on his own or with some urging by myself or W and then to have an accident not even 10 minutes later. We didn't want to push him if he wasn't ready as it just creates more work for us so as not to be counter effective. At this point though, we've got to get this done so he can go to school this fall!
But this weekend...he finally showed signs of being consistent! So here we are, day 5 of no diapers during the day (Charles night trained himself and I am hoping for the same for Blake...not sure how else to do it). He has had 1, maybe two accidents per day and I am ok with that.
So now some humor from yesterday:
1) While on the potty, mid-stream, he tells W "my pee-pee got bigger". LOL!! yes thank you for pointing that out...umm, thanks?
2) After I got home from work, relaxing on the couch, W goes to check on him in the kitchen and I hear "What are you doing? Go sit on the potty!!" Blake had retrieved a measuring cup (the 1/4 one to be exact, not one I use for cookies..just FYI), set it on the floor and was in the process of 'filling' it! OMG!! W says, "well he has good aim, he didn't get any on the floor until I startled him" We were both dying laughing!!!!
I'm sure we'll have more before this is all over...but so glad to be moving past diapers with him!
But this weekend...he finally showed signs of being consistent! So here we are, day 5 of no diapers during the day (Charles night trained himself and I am hoping for the same for Blake...not sure how else to do it). He has had 1, maybe two accidents per day and I am ok with that.
So now some humor from yesterday:
1) While on the potty, mid-stream, he tells W "my pee-pee got bigger". LOL!! yes thank you for pointing that out...umm, thanks?
2) After I got home from work, relaxing on the couch, W goes to check on him in the kitchen and I hear "What are you doing? Go sit on the potty!!" Blake had retrieved a measuring cup (the 1/4 one to be exact, not one I use for cookies..just FYI), set it on the floor and was in the process of 'filling' it! OMG!! W says, "well he has good aim, he didn't get any on the floor until I startled him" We were both dying laughing!!!!
I'm sure we'll have more before this is all over...but so glad to be moving past diapers with him!
Friday, February 14, 2014
My Story vs Your Story
When I shared my story the other day, I also linked it up to the good ol' facebook. I know that a lot of our friends did not know that we had these things going on. My post caption said something about life challenges, some worse than others. This could be taken one of two ways I suppose...1) One person's individual struggles vary in degrees or 2) a mine vs. yours comparison. My post really meant to encompass #1.
I never want to compare my struggle to yours, or vice versa. It should never be a competition. And YOUR story is just as important as mine. I had/have many friends, of varying degrees of closeness, that I know have struggled or still struggle with some sort of infertility or loss. Or maybe they are just going through a tough time in other areas of their life. YOUR story matters too.
No, I didn't get any negative comments...but I also want my friends to know that I have probably thought of them (if I knew their story) more than they know. Friends that have had loss and now have their little blessings. Friends that struggled to get their blessing. Friends that recently went through a loss. I still think of them.
I also appreciated that some friends privately shared their story with me. Sharing the pain. Relating. Early pregnancy and Miscarriage are such a private thing and despite the public posting that is facebook these days, so much is still not shared (not that you have too!). Its so hard to know who can relate to you, who has been through it to share your pain with you, who may actually NOT want to know about it.
Anyway, I guess the point of my post today is to say that I just wanted to share my story. I am not trying to say my story is worse than yours or others. I was not trying to get pity. I know that in the grand scheme of things, my struggles are small blip in comparison to other tragic events. I have been lucky enough in my life that this is the worst that has happened to me. But I know that is not the case with others.
On another note....I had follow up with my Dr yesterday. She is still amazing of course. Official final pathology diagnosis is a blighted ovum. It means a sperm and egg met, and tried to become a baby but only was able to create some pregnancy like tissue. So there wasn't any 'baby' tissue.
We will be able to try again, but I won't lie, I am not entirely happy with the plan. First, she has to confirm that my levels return to 0, via blood work. Yesterday's levels were 8, so it shouldn't be too much longer. Then, I have to wait two FULL cycles. Ugh. That seems so far away!!!!! But I don't have a choice really. My body needs to heal. My emotions need to heal. It's all one big waiting game!!!!
I am going to keep busy though and the time will go fast. First up? A YELLOW birthday party for my big boy! He is going to be 5 and yellow is his favorite color...so it will be a yellow themed party! I am very excited about it...its been quite fun trying to come up with yellow things to put out for food and drink! And the invites are asking that you wear yellow! SO fun! And a bright spot after all of this dreariness! I am looking forward to it. And I'll post some pics after the party next month!
I never want to compare my struggle to yours, or vice versa. It should never be a competition. And YOUR story is just as important as mine. I had/have many friends, of varying degrees of closeness, that I know have struggled or still struggle with some sort of infertility or loss. Or maybe they are just going through a tough time in other areas of their life. YOUR story matters too.
No, I didn't get any negative comments...but I also want my friends to know that I have probably thought of them (if I knew their story) more than they know. Friends that have had loss and now have their little blessings. Friends that struggled to get their blessing. Friends that recently went through a loss. I still think of them.
I also appreciated that some friends privately shared their story with me. Sharing the pain. Relating. Early pregnancy and Miscarriage are such a private thing and despite the public posting that is facebook these days, so much is still not shared (not that you have too!). Its so hard to know who can relate to you, who has been through it to share your pain with you, who may actually NOT want to know about it.
Anyway, I guess the point of my post today is to say that I just wanted to share my story. I am not trying to say my story is worse than yours or others. I was not trying to get pity. I know that in the grand scheme of things, my struggles are small blip in comparison to other tragic events. I have been lucky enough in my life that this is the worst that has happened to me. But I know that is not the case with others.
On another note....I had follow up with my Dr yesterday. She is still amazing of course. Official final pathology diagnosis is a blighted ovum. It means a sperm and egg met, and tried to become a baby but only was able to create some pregnancy like tissue. So there wasn't any 'baby' tissue.
We will be able to try again, but I won't lie, I am not entirely happy with the plan. First, she has to confirm that my levels return to 0, via blood work. Yesterday's levels were 8, so it shouldn't be too much longer. Then, I have to wait two FULL cycles. Ugh. That seems so far away!!!!! But I don't have a choice really. My body needs to heal. My emotions need to heal. It's all one big waiting game!!!!
I am going to keep busy though and the time will go fast. First up? A YELLOW birthday party for my big boy! He is going to be 5 and yellow is his favorite color...so it will be a yellow themed party! I am very excited about it...its been quite fun trying to come up with yellow things to put out for food and drink! And the invites are asking that you wear yellow! SO fun! And a bright spot after all of this dreariness! I am looking forward to it. And I'll post some pics after the party next month!
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
The Worst Roller Coaster Ride Ever
Disclaimer: This post will may have some TMI, medical info and probably sad. Also...its loooooong.
I am not even sure where to begin with this....but the last year has pretty much sucked. Ok really, my life doesn't suck. I have two beautiful, amazingly smart, rambunctious, loving, happy boys. And a husband that (secretly) adores me. {He's not one of those guys that shows emotion, but he takes care of me and does things I wouldn't expect him to do. And never complains. Or tells me I'm failing.} So where did everything go wrong last year?? Let me start with January...
Long before W and I decided to actually have children, we had always talked about three. When I had complications with Charles, we weren't sure we would even have two. Then we had complications with Blake and the timing of his birth was going to be the deciding factor. NICU = no third baby. No NICU = We'd talk. He didn't go in the NICU! Yay! So now it came down to whether my Dr. would ok it and the timing. (W wanted to wait, I wanted them 2 years apart). I talked with my {amazing} doctor and she gave me the green light for the timing I wanted and W reluctantly agreed. The month to start: January 2013, for a fall baby. Charles and Blake were conceived fairly easily so the thought NEVER crossed my mind that we wouldn't get pregnant IN January.
But January came and went...so did February, March, April, May...etc. With each passing month I did more and more research. What can I do to help me get pregnant? I used OPKs (ovulation detectors), took my BBT (basal body temp) to confirm ovulation, tried baby aspirin, CoQ10, Iron, folic acid, mucinex...if it seemed harmless, I tried it. September was the first month I tried Mucinex (I'll spare you the details, but if you want them google mucinex and fertility) and FINALLY at the end of October, a positive pregnancy test!!!!!!!!
I was soooooooooooooo excited! I told everyone right away...coworkers, family, close friends, my hair dresser...anyone I came in contact with knew I was pregnant! {Except facebook..I didn't publicly post it there}.
A couple weeks later, I was on the phone with my sister talking about the pregnancy, and how I had told everyone, but who cares because in our family we didn't have miscarriages. We are 'fertile myrtles' and get pregnant easily and stay pregnant. I may deliver early, but getting pregnant wasn't usually a problem. The next day, a Friday, I woke to bleeding. Heavy. I knew right away what was happening. I called my doctor and she had me come in for labs. I had an ultrasound the following Tuesday and there was no evidence of being pregnant. I had been 6 weeks along.
I was devastated of course...but more so I was at peace. We had tried for so long that I was beginning to think something was wrong and that I couldn't get pregnant again. So despite the miscarriage I was happy that we could get pregnant. I just didn't want to go through the process again. It was stressful for us and our marriage.
The Dr gave us the ok to try again right away...and so we did. My cycle was longer than usual but I did ovulate and was shocked to see, 6 weeks later, ANOTHER positive pregnancy test! I think I was even more excited this time! I just knew this was going to be it. I felt so strongly about it being a good outcome, there wasn't any other possibility in my head. That same day, I called the Dr's office to get in for lab work {per her instructions}, it took some convincing of the nurse...but finally made it in. The lab work was to test for HcG, or Betas, and it tells how the pregnancy is progressing. One number alone doesn't mean much so there is always a repeat two days later. The numbers are supposed to double about every 2 days {store this away, it will be important later}. So I had labs drawn Wednesday and Friday. The results were 6. Both days. Medically, that is barely pregnant. Most Drs consider anything over 5 pregnant, so I was on the edge. So more blood work was ordered for Monday. But I knew...this wasn't going to be a viable pregnancy. Again.
Monday's results were 9. Rising, but still not where they needed to be. The next day, Christmas Eve no less, I started bleeding. But I was expecting it. Again, I was sad, but there was nothing I could do about it. My Dr called (yep the Dr, not the nurse. Love her!) and we talked about it. She said she was diagnosing it as a chemical pregnancy. Basically that means the egg fertilized but didn't implant properly. Most women don't even know they are pregnant with these and just consider their period to be late or their period comes on time. She advised us to wait a month to continue trying, but wanted me to come back in again for labs. I didn't bother following up with these as at this point I just assumed they were 0 after the bleeding. A week later the nurse calls with the results = 12! Weird. Why are my numbers still going up? Albeit slowly. So back again for blood work scheduled for 2 weeks since the last one.
In the meantime, I had already ordered more OPK and HPTs (fyi - amazon is really cheap if you are trying to get pregnant!). They came in the mail while we were on a weekend get-away with family. The night we got back from our little trip, I took another test knowing that I was going in for blood work the next morning. The test was positive...and DARK! Now I am really confused and thinking I didn't miscarry fully and will have to have a D&C. Ugh. So not what I wanted.
Well the numbers were 'high'...719. Now we are getting excited again. but really how did this happen? I'll spare you some of the details, but basically nothing added up with the science of timing of ovulation, fertilization, implantation, the supposed miscarriage, timing of intercourse. It just didn't make sense. So I was medically deemed pregnant, but I had absolutely no idea how far along I was. Dr ordered more lab work for a week later. Results were 2040. Yay...they are going up, but not as fast/high as they should be. So another week...2410. They are still up, but again not as high as they could be. But now we can get an ultrasound to see what is going on.
Ultrasound day was Wednesday January 29. I usually go to these appointments by myself as W has the kids. But this time I made him come with me. I was so nervous. I knew in my head, based on the numbers, that the likelihood of a good outcome was slim. But in my heart I was so hoping that there was a miracle going on and my body just wasn't performing to the books.
The tech first started with a wand on my abdomen, stating that if there was a baby she would measure the baby and we would listen to the HB and I would be on my way to the exam room with the Dr. If she couldn't see anything, she move to a trans-vaginal US. As you've probably already guessed she couldn't see anything abdominally. Sadly there wasn't a baby in there. There was a small spot of fluid (I'm guessing, as she didn't say what things were throughout the procedure), but being that I have had two successful pregnancies with early US, I knew that it wasn't big enough to even say it COULD be something. Devastation is not even the word for I was feeling at that moment. I was borderline hysterical. It was awful. Just awful.
Walking out the US room to the exam, I passed by the Dr. She looked up and smiled at me, and I lost it again. She of course knew right then and all but chased down the tech to get the results. Once in the exam room, we discussed things further and how she wanted to proceed. My amazing doctor {Have I mentioned that before?} wanted to proceed with caution. While we both knew that this wasn't viable and it wasn't likely that I would pass everything on my own, she wasn't ready to schedule a D&C right then and there. First step was to order more blood work and go from there...maybe more ultrasounds, etc. It could be up to two weeks before we had a final determination. I cried and cried some more. Dr. pat my leg and reassured me as best as she could and at the end gave me a hug. I love her. Really, I do.
I stopped at the lab on my way out and by 4:15 that day, Dr already had my results. My numbers were already dropping. So the final diagnosis was made, 'abnormal pregnancy', and a D&C was scheduled for the following Tuesday. It should end there right? Nope, not for me.
Saturday...I get on the treadmill for a workout and afterwards head to the bathroom only to discover that I am bleeding. I immediately call my Dr's office. Of course she is not the Dr on call and the one who answers has NO CLUE what is going on with me and why I needed to get a hold of MY Dr. ASAP. So all I can do is wait for Monday...I was already scheduled for Pre-op with Dr, so they threw in another ultrasound as well. Things looked different, obviously, from Wednesday's ultrasound, but still not quite right. When Dr and I sat down in the exam room, she point blank said "I don't know" what is going on. But we are going ahead with the D&C the next morning so that we can say for certain that I was 'clean' of all pregnancy tissue, etc on that day. The D&C went smooth and was fairly easy for me. It was under general anesthesia and I woke nauseous, but was otherwise pain free. I even went back to work the next day.
So now here we are...I have a follow up with my Dr tomorrow to see what's next. I'm certain she will tell me to wait a full cycle to actively try again. I'm not sure what the ramifications, if any, are of having two successive miscarriages and how it will impact my medical care. But we will cross that bridge when we come to it.
I still want that third baby...but at some point, we have to draw the line. I don't want to be doing this for 5, or even 2, years. I owe it to my other two to 'get on with life'. And IF we suffer another loss, I know we will be done trying. We hope its meant to be, but if its not, well, I am still very blessed!
I am not even sure where to begin with this....but the last year has pretty much sucked. Ok really, my life doesn't suck. I have two beautiful, amazingly smart, rambunctious, loving, happy boys. And a husband that (secretly) adores me. {He's not one of those guys that shows emotion, but he takes care of me and does things I wouldn't expect him to do. And never complains. Or tells me I'm failing.} So where did everything go wrong last year?? Let me start with January...
Long before W and I decided to actually have children, we had always talked about three. When I had complications with Charles, we weren't sure we would even have two. Then we had complications with Blake and the timing of his birth was going to be the deciding factor. NICU = no third baby. No NICU = We'd talk. He didn't go in the NICU! Yay! So now it came down to whether my Dr. would ok it and the timing. (W wanted to wait, I wanted them 2 years apart). I talked with my {amazing} doctor and she gave me the green light for the timing I wanted and W reluctantly agreed. The month to start: January 2013, for a fall baby. Charles and Blake were conceived fairly easily so the thought NEVER crossed my mind that we wouldn't get pregnant IN January.
But January came and went...so did February, March, April, May...etc. With each passing month I did more and more research. What can I do to help me get pregnant? I used OPKs (ovulation detectors), took my BBT (basal body temp) to confirm ovulation, tried baby aspirin, CoQ10, Iron, folic acid, mucinex...if it seemed harmless, I tried it. September was the first month I tried Mucinex (I'll spare you the details, but if you want them google mucinex and fertility) and FINALLY at the end of October, a positive pregnancy test!!!!!!!!
I was soooooooooooooo excited! I told everyone right away...coworkers, family, close friends, my hair dresser...anyone I came in contact with knew I was pregnant! {Except facebook..I didn't publicly post it there}.
A couple weeks later, I was on the phone with my sister talking about the pregnancy, and how I had told everyone, but who cares because in our family we didn't have miscarriages. We are 'fertile myrtles' and get pregnant easily and stay pregnant. I may deliver early, but getting pregnant wasn't usually a problem. The next day, a Friday, I woke to bleeding. Heavy. I knew right away what was happening. I called my doctor and she had me come in for labs. I had an ultrasound the following Tuesday and there was no evidence of being pregnant. I had been 6 weeks along.
I was devastated of course...but more so I was at peace. We had tried for so long that I was beginning to think something was wrong and that I couldn't get pregnant again. So despite the miscarriage I was happy that we could get pregnant. I just didn't want to go through the process again. It was stressful for us and our marriage.
The Dr gave us the ok to try again right away...and so we did. My cycle was longer than usual but I did ovulate and was shocked to see, 6 weeks later, ANOTHER positive pregnancy test! I think I was even more excited this time! I just knew this was going to be it. I felt so strongly about it being a good outcome, there wasn't any other possibility in my head. That same day, I called the Dr's office to get in for lab work {per her instructions}, it took some convincing of the nurse...but finally made it in. The lab work was to test for HcG, or Betas, and it tells how the pregnancy is progressing. One number alone doesn't mean much so there is always a repeat two days later. The numbers are supposed to double about every 2 days {store this away, it will be important later}. So I had labs drawn Wednesday and Friday. The results were 6. Both days. Medically, that is barely pregnant. Most Drs consider anything over 5 pregnant, so I was on the edge. So more blood work was ordered for Monday. But I knew...this wasn't going to be a viable pregnancy. Again.
Monday's results were 9. Rising, but still not where they needed to be. The next day, Christmas Eve no less, I started bleeding. But I was expecting it. Again, I was sad, but there was nothing I could do about it. My Dr called (yep the Dr, not the nurse. Love her!) and we talked about it. She said she was diagnosing it as a chemical pregnancy. Basically that means the egg fertilized but didn't implant properly. Most women don't even know they are pregnant with these and just consider their period to be late or their period comes on time. She advised us to wait a month to continue trying, but wanted me to come back in again for labs. I didn't bother following up with these as at this point I just assumed they were 0 after the bleeding. A week later the nurse calls with the results = 12! Weird. Why are my numbers still going up? Albeit slowly. So back again for blood work scheduled for 2 weeks since the last one.
In the meantime, I had already ordered more OPK and HPTs (fyi - amazon is really cheap if you are trying to get pregnant!). They came in the mail while we were on a weekend get-away with family. The night we got back from our little trip, I took another test knowing that I was going in for blood work the next morning. The test was positive...and DARK! Now I am really confused and thinking I didn't miscarry fully and will have to have a D&C. Ugh. So not what I wanted.
Well the numbers were 'high'...719. Now we are getting excited again. but really how did this happen? I'll spare you some of the details, but basically nothing added up with the science of timing of ovulation, fertilization, implantation, the supposed miscarriage, timing of intercourse. It just didn't make sense. So I was medically deemed pregnant, but I had absolutely no idea how far along I was. Dr ordered more lab work for a week later. Results were 2040. Yay...they are going up, but not as fast/high as they should be. So another week...2410. They are still up, but again not as high as they could be. But now we can get an ultrasound to see what is going on.
Ultrasound day was Wednesday January 29. I usually go to these appointments by myself as W has the kids. But this time I made him come with me. I was so nervous. I knew in my head, based on the numbers, that the likelihood of a good outcome was slim. But in my heart I was so hoping that there was a miracle going on and my body just wasn't performing to the books.
The tech first started with a wand on my abdomen, stating that if there was a baby she would measure the baby and we would listen to the HB and I would be on my way to the exam room with the Dr. If she couldn't see anything, she move to a trans-vaginal US. As you've probably already guessed she couldn't see anything abdominally. Sadly there wasn't a baby in there. There was a small spot of fluid (I'm guessing, as she didn't say what things were throughout the procedure), but being that I have had two successful pregnancies with early US, I knew that it wasn't big enough to even say it COULD be something. Devastation is not even the word for I was feeling at that moment. I was borderline hysterical. It was awful. Just awful.
Walking out the US room to the exam, I passed by the Dr. She looked up and smiled at me, and I lost it again. She of course knew right then and all but chased down the tech to get the results. Once in the exam room, we discussed things further and how she wanted to proceed. My amazing doctor {Have I mentioned that before?} wanted to proceed with caution. While we both knew that this wasn't viable and it wasn't likely that I would pass everything on my own, she wasn't ready to schedule a D&C right then and there. First step was to order more blood work and go from there...maybe more ultrasounds, etc. It could be up to two weeks before we had a final determination. I cried and cried some more. Dr. pat my leg and reassured me as best as she could and at the end gave me a hug. I love her. Really, I do.
I stopped at the lab on my way out and by 4:15 that day, Dr already had my results. My numbers were already dropping. So the final diagnosis was made, 'abnormal pregnancy', and a D&C was scheduled for the following Tuesday. It should end there right? Nope, not for me.
Saturday...I get on the treadmill for a workout and afterwards head to the bathroom only to discover that I am bleeding. I immediately call my Dr's office. Of course she is not the Dr on call and the one who answers has NO CLUE what is going on with me and why I needed to get a hold of MY Dr. ASAP. So all I can do is wait for Monday...I was already scheduled for Pre-op with Dr, so they threw in another ultrasound as well. Things looked different, obviously, from Wednesday's ultrasound, but still not quite right. When Dr and I sat down in the exam room, she point blank said "I don't know" what is going on. But we are going ahead with the D&C the next morning so that we can say for certain that I was 'clean' of all pregnancy tissue, etc on that day. The D&C went smooth and was fairly easy for me. It was under general anesthesia and I woke nauseous, but was otherwise pain free. I even went back to work the next day.
So now here we are...I have a follow up with my Dr tomorrow to see what's next. I'm certain she will tell me to wait a full cycle to actively try again. I'm not sure what the ramifications, if any, are of having two successive miscarriages and how it will impact my medical care. But we will cross that bridge when we come to it.
I still want that third baby...but at some point, we have to draw the line. I don't want to be doing this for 5, or even 2, years. I owe it to my other two to 'get on with life'. And IF we suffer another loss, I know we will be done trying. We hope its meant to be, but if its not, well, I am still very blessed!
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
A new year...
I have been horrible about keeping up on the blog. I just don't know what to write anymore.. We really lead a very mundane/normal/everyday life. Who wants to read that!?!? But here goes a little update...
I picked up a new little hobby...Cookie decorating. A friend posted pictures of halloween cookies that looked fabulous and after asking her how she did it, I tried Christmas cookies. And LOVED it! Here are a few samples:
I picked up a new little hobby...Cookie decorating. A friend posted pictures of halloween cookies that looked fabulous and after asking her how she did it, I tried Christmas cookies. And LOVED it! Here are a few samples:
The kids had a good Christmas. Charles was super excited. I had many conversations with him about waht he wanted rfom Santa and it was always a 'present'. Didn't seem to matter what was in the present! Blake didn't quite get it, but he sure did enjoy unwrapping presents! Even some that were not his own!
Here is a pic of Chasrles on Christmas morning. Love this one of him!
And here is Blake being silly! I love this crooked/devilish grin of his! And boy is he a determined little kid! NOTHING is safe in our house anymore. He moves the dining room chairs around to get what he wants. Anfd don't try to stop him, he gets MAD!! He does really good htough if I or W play with him in the toy room. He needa lot of redirection if we are not focused on him.
W is super excited that we have finally started his man-cave in the basement! He won some of his fantasy leagues during football and is finally able to throw some walls up. We have framing and the start of some rooms. I think it is going to be great when its done! There will be one large living room, two bedrooms, a large office/project room and a full bathroom. We might just start living down there!
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Thursday, July 19, 2012
My poor poor baby...
He is riddled with second baby syndrome!! Poor thing had a birthday over TWO weeks ago and I STILL haven't posted about it!!!
So yes..my sweet little Blakey turned 1!!!!! We had a small but very HOT party for him on his actual birthday on Sunday July 1. I sadly didn't take too many pictures...but he had a good time playing in the baby pools we had set up. He didn't want his cake though and started reaching to get out just about as soon as I put it front of him. I did a construction theme for him which turned out really cute! As part of the theme I put "Dirt Cake" (pudding and crushed graham crackers) in a dump truck. So cute! We were also pleasantly surprised by the attendance of an old but great friend of mine and her little girls. They seemed to have a lot of fun too. It was great to catch up with her and meet her babies.
So what is he up to now!?!? Oh my oh my he is so so naughty!! He is into everything!! And I do mean EVERYTHING!! He is walking like a pro and just about running. He likes to be chased and puts his arms straight in front of himself when he runs away..hilarious! He has a love for the garbage can and his dirty diapers (don't ask, I don't know!). He also likes to put anything he can in his mouth. He knows he is not supposed to as he will show me he has something in his mouth and then giggle and run away!! So hard not to laugh at him! He loves his brother and also loves tormenting him...he will take something of Charles', giggle, and run away! Charles' falls for it every.single.time! Sadly, he still gets up 1-2x a night. The last couple nights I have thrown a bottle of water in his crib to see if all he wants is a drink, but he still gets up. Maybe one day he will sleep through the night.
He had his 1yr appointment ans is weighing in at 23lbs 6 oz and 30 in. Compared to Charles, they are identical in height and weight at 1 year!
I will try to add some pictures tonight if I can get on the computer!
So yes..my sweet little Blakey turned 1!!!!! We had a small but very HOT party for him on his actual birthday on Sunday July 1. I sadly didn't take too many pictures...but he had a good time playing in the baby pools we had set up. He didn't want his cake though and started reaching to get out just about as soon as I put it front of him. I did a construction theme for him which turned out really cute! As part of the theme I put "Dirt Cake" (pudding and crushed graham crackers) in a dump truck. So cute! We were also pleasantly surprised by the attendance of an old but great friend of mine and her little girls. They seemed to have a lot of fun too. It was great to catch up with her and meet her babies.
So what is he up to now!?!? Oh my oh my he is so so naughty!! He is into everything!! And I do mean EVERYTHING!! He is walking like a pro and just about running. He likes to be chased and puts his arms straight in front of himself when he runs away..hilarious! He has a love for the garbage can and his dirty diapers (don't ask, I don't know!). He also likes to put anything he can in his mouth. He knows he is not supposed to as he will show me he has something in his mouth and then giggle and run away!! So hard not to laugh at him! He loves his brother and also loves tormenting him...he will take something of Charles', giggle, and run away! Charles' falls for it every.single.time! Sadly, he still gets up 1-2x a night. The last couple nights I have thrown a bottle of water in his crib to see if all he wants is a drink, but he still gets up. Maybe one day he will sleep through the night.
He had his 1yr appointment ans is weighing in at 23lbs 6 oz and 30 in. Compared to Charles, they are identical in height and weight at 1 year!
I will try to add some pictures tonight if I can get on the computer!
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