So, anyone heard any news about me lately? I have! Apparently there is change coming in the future, in the form of a 6-8 pound delivery in May.
Okay, enough beating around the bush, as it were. Mark and I are very pleased and excited to announce that we are expecting again. Baby will be arriving no later than mid-May.
So far, everything is great and we have no thoughts that are contrary to that. Sorry to have kept it quiet for awhile, but that is just how we do things.
Thanks to all who found out early and managed to keep it under wraps. We appreciate the effort.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Bit of a drought
So, been a while. My only excuse is that I have been busy. Mark and I are finally in our new place. It feels great to be getting settled in and comfortable. We are still working out some bumps etc. but I think that everything is going to be great.
My dad had surgery this week. He had his knee replaced and I have spent a piece of each day in the hospital with him making sure that he had what he needed and that he was okay.
Both Mark and I have been playing pass the flu. I feel that we have switched off for the last month. I hate being sick! I feel like I can't get anything done. Kari is going to fire me from Young Women's if I don't get my act together. My words, not her's.
So that is my life right now. Centered around family, church, and work. As usual. Man, my update is boring! If only there was something interesting to say! Oh well. Maybe next post!
My dad had surgery this week. He had his knee replaced and I have spent a piece of each day in the hospital with him making sure that he had what he needed and that he was okay.
Both Mark and I have been playing pass the flu. I feel that we have switched off for the last month. I hate being sick! I feel like I can't get anything done. Kari is going to fire me from Young Women's if I don't get my act together. My words, not her's.
So that is my life right now. Centered around family, church, and work. As usual. Man, my update is boring! If only there was something interesting to say! Oh well. Maybe next post!
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Havin' a bad day
I get knocked down, but I get up again, and you're never going to keep me down!
This has become my own personal chant today. Not even noon. Depressing! Sometimes, you just gotta have a bad day.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Overdue Update
I guess that I should follow up on my promise to tell all about what we did on the anniversary of Eric's birth. Sorry for the wait.
Well, I was really curious to know what was worse- the anticipation, or the day itself. Without a doubt, it was the anticipation. Or, to be honest, it was the day before. This was the worst day that I have had in a really long time. That evening was so long. During the day wasn't so bad. I was busy with clients and had no real time to reflect. But as the evening approached, I found myself watching the clock, without really knowing why. Suddenly it hit me that I was watching and remembering what had happened at this exact time last year.
When it was that I thought something was wrong.
When I picked Mark up so that we could go to the hospital.
When I was admitted.
When they did the first tests.
When they told us our baby was gone.
When we had to make phone calls.
and so on and so forth.
Hideous, ugly, horrifying thoughts poured into my mind. Things that I thought that I had forgotten came flowing back into my mind with perfect clarity. All night long I was plagued with these thoughts and with them came fear. Fear of having to do this with future pregnancies. Finally in anguish I turned to Mark and asked him to help me find relief with a prayer. Thank goodness for righteous husbands who put aside their own grief to help with someone else.
The next day was fine. We went to breakfast together. I went shopping with my sister in law (really, a sister of the heart) who made sure I was okay. Mark and I had a nap. Then we went out for a wonderful supper together to celebrate our son. We went to the cemetery to pick to weeds and reflect. Then we came home and chilled out for the rest of the night. A good time was had by all.
We know that our son is doing great. How many parents can say that with total conviction? We love him, miss him, but we are ready for all that the future has to hold.
Thanks for all of the flowers, mementos, etc. that so many were kind enough to drop off. We love you and are very thankful that you are our friends.
Well, I was really curious to know what was worse- the anticipation, or the day itself. Without a doubt, it was the anticipation. Or, to be honest, it was the day before. This was the worst day that I have had in a really long time. That evening was so long. During the day wasn't so bad. I was busy with clients and had no real time to reflect. But as the evening approached, I found myself watching the clock, without really knowing why. Suddenly it hit me that I was watching and remembering what had happened at this exact time last year.
When it was that I thought something was wrong.
When I picked Mark up so that we could go to the hospital.
When I was admitted.
When they did the first tests.
When they told us our baby was gone.
When we had to make phone calls.
and so on and so forth.
Hideous, ugly, horrifying thoughts poured into my mind. Things that I thought that I had forgotten came flowing back into my mind with perfect clarity. All night long I was plagued with these thoughts and with them came fear. Fear of having to do this with future pregnancies. Finally in anguish I turned to Mark and asked him to help me find relief with a prayer. Thank goodness for righteous husbands who put aside their own grief to help with someone else.
The next day was fine. We went to breakfast together. I went shopping with my sister in law (really, a sister of the heart) who made sure I was okay. Mark and I had a nap. Then we went out for a wonderful supper together to celebrate our son. We went to the cemetery to pick to weeds and reflect. Then we came home and chilled out for the rest of the night. A good time was had by all.
We know that our son is doing great. How many parents can say that with total conviction? We love him, miss him, but we are ready for all that the future has to hold.
Thanks for all of the flowers, mementos, etc. that so many were kind enough to drop off. We love you and are very thankful that you are our friends.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Anticipation
Is anticipation of an event worse than the actual event itself? This next Saturday officially marks one year since we had our son. I have been dreading this day for some time now. There are a lot of reasons for the dread. Most people feel that a year is all the time needed to effectively mourn someone, so we shouldn't be sad anymore. I can honestly say that we have very few days now where we are crying and sad, but I don't think that you can put a time limit on grief. It is a process that seems to cycle, where there are good days and some that are not so good. I am not going to beat myself up if I have a day where I am sad.
Another reason why I am dreading this day is because I am not sure how to commemorate it. That sounds kind of weird, but I love my son and he is very real to me. I don't want his life to mean nothing within our little family. I want to start some traditions now for this day that we can continue when we have our other children, so that they can feel connected to him. This is where my dilemma starts. I am not sure what to do, because I don't want to do anything that is sad and depressing. I want it to be a celebration of a life so special that it couldn't continue on earth. We have some ideas and hopefully we will come to a decision soon.
I also hate that I am feeling guilty that we are happy and doing okay. My support group met at the beginning of the month, we do this when each person is about to hit their one year. I was doing great and was pretty vocal about this and why we were feeling good. One of the girls is having a great deal of trouble though. She just hit her one year last month and I felt bad that she was feeling so lost and was doing everything she could to hold onto her daughter. I felt guilty that she was hurting and I felt good. I guess that this is just something else to get my head around.
I'll let you know what we end up doing and how the day goes.
Another reason why I am dreading this day is because I am not sure how to commemorate it. That sounds kind of weird, but I love my son and he is very real to me. I don't want his life to mean nothing within our little family. I want to start some traditions now for this day that we can continue when we have our other children, so that they can feel connected to him. This is where my dilemma starts. I am not sure what to do, because I don't want to do anything that is sad and depressing. I want it to be a celebration of a life so special that it couldn't continue on earth. We have some ideas and hopefully we will come to a decision soon.
I also hate that I am feeling guilty that we are happy and doing okay. My support group met at the beginning of the month, we do this when each person is about to hit their one year. I was doing great and was pretty vocal about this and why we were feeling good. One of the girls is having a great deal of trouble though. She just hit her one year last month and I felt bad that she was feeling so lost and was doing everything she could to hold onto her daughter. I felt guilty that she was hurting and I felt good. I guess that this is just something else to get my head around.
I'll let you know what we end up doing and how the day goes.
Monday, July 13, 2009
A Wild Weekend
Friday: Frantically trying to get laundry, cleaning, and packing done while doing clients and making phone calls. As well as lighting a fire under my husband so that he would help me get things ready.
Left one and a half hours later than planned. Took my aunt home on the way to Regina where this wild weekend takes place.
Got to Regina (Ian's place) around 6:30pm, picked up Christine at the hospital where she works and then we went to the grocery store. We picked up some stuff for supper and we went back to Ian's place and i made a lovely supper of pork, wild rice and mushroom pilaf, and broccoli with a cream sauce.
Saturday: Got up early! 4 adults to get ready (Christine likes an hour and a half to get ready), and out the door by 7am. We did the 8 am session at the Temple with Mark's sister Lisa who drove in that morning. The session was packed (woohoo!).
Christine and I then went and babysat Eli Butler so that his parents could do a session together, while Mark, Lisa , and Ian helped with the YSA Temple trip.
We all went for lunch at Applebee's and then we shopped! I found the Mecca of rubber duck stores and I should be given an award for restraining myself in that place. I only bought twelve. They had over 150 different ducks! We went to a few other great stores and I may have purchased some other items. It was a wonderful afternoon.
We were tired. Everybody slept, I knit. We had BBQ for supper and we played cards (Which I won!) and just chilled for the rest of the evening.
Sunday: Mark and I relaxed into the day, and drove home peaceful and happy after a great weekend with family and friends who might as well be family as they fit so nicely in our hearts. At the center of our weekend was the Temple, so how could we go wrong.
We can't wait to do it again!
Left one and a half hours later than planned. Took my aunt home on the way to Regina where this wild weekend takes place.
Got to Regina (Ian's place) around 6:30pm, picked up Christine at the hospital where she works and then we went to the grocery store. We picked up some stuff for supper and we went back to Ian's place and i made a lovely supper of pork, wild rice and mushroom pilaf, and broccoli with a cream sauce.
Saturday: Got up early! 4 adults to get ready (Christine likes an hour and a half to get ready), and out the door by 7am. We did the 8 am session at the Temple with Mark's sister Lisa who drove in that morning. The session was packed (woohoo!).
Christine and I then went and babysat Eli Butler so that his parents could do a session together, while Mark, Lisa , and Ian helped with the YSA Temple trip.
We all went for lunch at Applebee's and then we shopped! I found the Mecca of rubber duck stores and I should be given an award for restraining myself in that place. I only bought twelve. They had over 150 different ducks! We went to a few other great stores and I may have purchased some other items. It was a wonderful afternoon.
We were tired. Everybody slept, I knit. We had BBQ for supper and we played cards (Which I won!) and just chilled for the rest of the evening.
Sunday: Mark and I relaxed into the day, and drove home peaceful and happy after a great weekend with family and friends who might as well be family as they fit so nicely in our hearts. At the center of our weekend was the Temple, so how could we go wrong.
We can't wait to do it again!
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Belated Anniversary Post- this is dedicated to the one I love!
By now, I hope that it is quite clear that I love and adore my wonderful husband. He is my world. On the 24th, we celebrated 3 years of marriage, and oh, what a marriage it has been so far. I joked to my mother that we have done more living in 3 years of marriage, than many couples do in ten. So we should have smooth sailing for the next 7 years, right?!
Here are some of the highlights of our time together:
1: Our first official meeting: I had demanded an introduction after hearing a sexy, deep voice answer a question in institute class. He had a gauze covered thumb, because he had tried to cut it off while drywalling the basement.
2: Our first real date: Sitting through three hours of King Kong with me covering my eyes while giant bugs ate the people on the screen.
3: The question game: A way to get to know him and to ask him all of the questions that I was afraid to ask, like did he love me?
4: The first time he said he loved me: I cried, what, didn't you!
5: When he proposed: a long awful day, followed by me storming up to my room to put something away, and wondering what was all over my floor, realizing that it was flowers and that there was a ring box sitting open on my chair.
6: Our wedding day: thinking everything would be great because we would belong to each other forever.
7: Our first few months: floating on a cloud, probably making our families ill with the PDAs.
8: First conflicts: Health, thesis work, stress, work, fertility
9: First sad tears: first miscarriage
10: Best vacation: driving out to the coast with Mark for a two and a half week long vacation.
11: Best surprise: finding out that we were pregnant, on New Year's Eve, and then I threw up. Morning sickness begins!
12: Worst vacation: driving out to Seattle for Ian's wedding
13: Silliest moment: catching him singing one of my made up songs as he did a little booty shake. (this has happened numerous times!)
14: Worst Moment: Do I really need to write it? The moment that we realized that we would have to wait until the eternities to get to know our child, again.
15: Best anniversary gift: This year's! A beautiful diamond and sapphire necklace!
16: Best moment: Every Single Day that I get to wake up next to this wonderful, caring, loving, intelligent, handsome man that I am privileged to call my husband.
There have been good times, bad times, and times in between. I wouldn't get rid of any of them if it meant that I would have to be without Mark. He is my everything.
Here are some of the highlights of our time together:
1: Our first official meeting: I had demanded an introduction after hearing a sexy, deep voice answer a question in institute class. He had a gauze covered thumb, because he had tried to cut it off while drywalling the basement.
2: Our first real date: Sitting through three hours of King Kong with me covering my eyes while giant bugs ate the people on the screen.
3: The question game: A way to get to know him and to ask him all of the questions that I was afraid to ask, like did he love me?
4: The first time he said he loved me: I cried, what, didn't you!
5: When he proposed: a long awful day, followed by me storming up to my room to put something away, and wondering what was all over my floor, realizing that it was flowers and that there was a ring box sitting open on my chair.
6: Our wedding day: thinking everything would be great because we would belong to each other forever.
7: Our first few months: floating on a cloud, probably making our families ill with the PDAs.
8: First conflicts: Health, thesis work, stress, work, fertility
9: First sad tears: first miscarriage
10: Best vacation: driving out to the coast with Mark for a two and a half week long vacation.
11: Best surprise: finding out that we were pregnant, on New Year's Eve, and then I threw up. Morning sickness begins!
12: Worst vacation: driving out to Seattle for Ian's wedding
13: Silliest moment: catching him singing one of my made up songs as he did a little booty shake. (this has happened numerous times!)
14: Worst Moment: Do I really need to write it? The moment that we realized that we would have to wait until the eternities to get to know our child, again.
15: Best anniversary gift: This year's! A beautiful diamond and sapphire necklace!
16: Best moment: Every Single Day that I get to wake up next to this wonderful, caring, loving, intelligent, handsome man that I am privileged to call my husband.
There have been good times, bad times, and times in between. I wouldn't get rid of any of them if it meant that I would have to be without Mark. He is my everything.
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