Brandon and I bought Josie a little potty about 3 weeks ago. Considering she is only 15 months old, we recognize this may be slightly premature. But, in our defense, there are several mornings where Josie wakes up completely dry. Our reasoning would be to stick her on the potty immediately upon waking up dry. How long could it really take for her to go the bathroom after holding it all night? Can you guess how many times we have actually gotten her on the potty first thing in the morning? Let me help you here and offer a hint... It starts with zero.
Even though we are not using the potty like pros yet (please note yet is the important word here), we talk about it regularly and she sits on it at least once a day. This evening right before bedtime she was making a huge fuss to sit on the tiny toilet. So, I got her ready and sat her on there. She did her usual "sit down, stand up, sit down, stand up, look in the tiny bowl" routine several times. Then, she sat down, stayed still and got very serious. She was making all the sounds of an adult trying to use the restroom and I laughed while saying to Brandon, "she sounds like she is really trying to go"!
Then.......she stands up. And the tiny toilet bowl is empty. Yeah....She's 15 months old, shes not going to pee or poop in the potty, yet. But, she continues her sit down, stand up routine a few more times. I promise I only took my eyes off of her for 3 seconds, but I look up and guess what I see......?
She pooped!- YEP!!!
Next...... To. The. Potty. - uhhhh Yep.
On the floor. - hmmm yep.
awesome.
I honestly think Josie knew she needed to go and had the absolute right intentions. Unfortunately we would rather not encourage floor pooping. But, this entire experience was a perfect lead into one of the more valuable life lessons we have discussed with Josie so far- Close only counts in horse shoes and hand grenades.
*and yes, I am aware this is the type of stuff most people do not want to hear about and she will be completely mortified by this one day.
**it should also be noted that we realize now we invested in the wrong type of potty. Who wants to clean pee and poop after each successful go? Not us. We will be looking into something that attaches to the toilet seat.
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Friday, March 8, 2013
The pharmacy that mocks me.
After our last meeting with our Fertility doctor, we were told to once again place an order for our IVF meds through Barren pharmacy. And once again, the irony of the name of this pharmacy is not lost on me.
Barren Pharmacy likely sells all types of drugs. The fact that I have to special order my IVF meds from this place makes me chuckle and cringe at the same time, every time.
Really pharmacy? Barren? You couldn't have come up with a fluffier name that makes women who obviously can't have kids on their own feel a little less inadequate? Ha!
I brought this up to my doctor last week. I thought, surely, after being in the biz for so long she, too would have had a good laugh at the irony of this name. She was shocked. Apparently she and none of her staff ever thought of it this way. I hope I didn't ruin it for them.
I hate being mocked. By a pharmacy, none the less. Sometimes irony is hilariously harsh. Hmph.
Barren Pharmacy likely sells all types of drugs. The fact that I have to special order my IVF meds from this place makes me chuckle and cringe at the same time, every time.
Really pharmacy? Barren? You couldn't have come up with a fluffier name that makes women who obviously can't have kids on their own feel a little less inadequate? Ha!
I brought this up to my doctor last week. I thought, surely, after being in the biz for so long she, too would have had a good laugh at the irony of this name. She was shocked. Apparently she and none of her staff ever thought of it this way. I hope I didn't ruin it for them.
I hate being mocked. By a pharmacy, none the less. Sometimes irony is hilariously harsh. Hmph.
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
FET #1
The morning of:
I was so nervous waiting to hear from the doctor about what time to come into the office for our first Frozen Embryo Transfer (FET). First thing that morning the doctor would have to start thawing embryos. If the first set didn't produce one good thaw, I would have to wait for the next set (each set had two frozen embryos). Brandon and I decided ahead of time that we would only transfer one embryo at a time to reduce our risk of having multiples. Although I would have loved the opportunity to have twins, it was the right choice for our family. In the meantime, I was having to fill my bladder, because a full bladder is best anytime an embryo is being transferred.
The doctor finally called around 9:08 (not that I was being totally anal and watching the phone/clock endlessly). Only one embryo survived the thawing process. Since we only planned to transfer one, we are okay to proceed (although there was some sadness over losing one embryo). I was told to come into the office at 11:45. The procedure should be completed by 12:30-12:45. Take my Valium at 11 (wahoo) and hold my bladder for at least an hour prior to the procedure. Seems so easy, right? I sure hope so. I was pretty surprised how quickly I felt the effects of my Valium. I was extremely smiley for the first half hour or so! I had to remind myself that this wasn't my normal "happy" face and tried hard not to scare anyone!
The morning after:
So glad things were simpler this time around. During our first IVF experience I was already deep into OHSS by the time my transfer date arrived. This time.....no pain, no bloating or no major discomfort. People kept asking how I felt, and I kept oddly answering "Fine. Like nothing happened." After the transfer was made, I had to lie on the "reclined exam bed" with my feet up higher than my head for about 30 minutes. It's certainly not my most attractive angle, but the time passes much faster than you might think (thanks, Valium)!
1 day after my FET (also written 1dpfet) I had some slight cramping. But, in the long run it was brief and barely noticeable. Once again we find ourselves in the two week wait (TWW), although it will be more like 10 days for us. once again I am analyzing every feeling and twinge. Once again we are traveling down our road of complete uncertainty...and we are excited.
10dpfet:
On Feb 22nd. I went in for my blood pregnancy test and later that afternoon I got the negative results. Brandon and I were pretty bummed. I guess the hardest thing for me was the fact that I was so certain the transfer had worked. We hadn't told any of our immediate family about the transfer. With IVF#1 we never got to have that "surprise, we are pregnant" moment because we were so public about our struggles with infertility and IVF. So this time around we were really excited to keep it a secret from our families. Honestly, it was easier that way, too. Knowing that we didn't have to answer any phone calls and share our sad news was a relief. This way, we were able to tell our families on our terms.
Learning that the FET#1 didn't work was hard, but not as hard as I had expected. I didn't cry (more than a couple of stray tears). We sucked it up and kept on marching. Honestly, I thought I would be an emotional basket case, but I wasn't. It stung and our hearts ached, but were weren't broken. I thank Josie for that. 15 month old babies don't want to sit down long enough to enjoy pity-parties. She's not interested in being depressed. And having her energy and excitement when I came home that day was exactly what I needed.
Time marches on and I am pretty certain life does, too! We have decided to jump right back into embryo transfers and will start working towards FET#2. It's a little scarier this time, as we both realize this will be our last time. I will continue to remind myself that this has all been planned out for us. Often in ways we can't understand. What is meant to happen will happen. It's His will and plan. And we will continue to be thankful, daily, for our beautiful daughter!
I was so nervous waiting to hear from the doctor about what time to come into the office for our first Frozen Embryo Transfer (FET). First thing that morning the doctor would have to start thawing embryos. If the first set didn't produce one good thaw, I would have to wait for the next set (each set had two frozen embryos). Brandon and I decided ahead of time that we would only transfer one embryo at a time to reduce our risk of having multiples. Although I would have loved the opportunity to have twins, it was the right choice for our family. In the meantime, I was having to fill my bladder, because a full bladder is best anytime an embryo is being transferred.
The doctor finally called around 9:08 (not that I was being totally anal and watching the phone/clock endlessly). Only one embryo survived the thawing process. Since we only planned to transfer one, we are okay to proceed (although there was some sadness over losing one embryo). I was told to come into the office at 11:45. The procedure should be completed by 12:30-12:45. Take my Valium at 11 (wahoo) and hold my bladder for at least an hour prior to the procedure. Seems so easy, right? I sure hope so. I was pretty surprised how quickly I felt the effects of my Valium. I was extremely smiley for the first half hour or so! I had to remind myself that this wasn't my normal "happy" face and tried hard not to scare anyone!
The morning after:
So glad things were simpler this time around. During our first IVF experience I was already deep into OHSS by the time my transfer date arrived. This time.....no pain, no bloating or no major discomfort. People kept asking how I felt, and I kept oddly answering "Fine. Like nothing happened." After the transfer was made, I had to lie on the "reclined exam bed" with my feet up higher than my head for about 30 minutes. It's certainly not my most attractive angle, but the time passes much faster than you might think (thanks, Valium)!
1 day after my FET (also written 1dpfet) I had some slight cramping. But, in the long run it was brief and barely noticeable. Once again we find ourselves in the two week wait (TWW), although it will be more like 10 days for us. once again I am analyzing every feeling and twinge. Once again we are traveling down our road of complete uncertainty...and we are excited.
10dpfet:
On Feb 22nd. I went in for my blood pregnancy test and later that afternoon I got the negative results. Brandon and I were pretty bummed. I guess the hardest thing for me was the fact that I was so certain the transfer had worked. We hadn't told any of our immediate family about the transfer. With IVF#1 we never got to have that "surprise, we are pregnant" moment because we were so public about our struggles with infertility and IVF. So this time around we were really excited to keep it a secret from our families. Honestly, it was easier that way, too. Knowing that we didn't have to answer any phone calls and share our sad news was a relief. This way, we were able to tell our families on our terms.
Learning that the FET#1 didn't work was hard, but not as hard as I had expected. I didn't cry (more than a couple of stray tears). We sucked it up and kept on marching. Honestly, I thought I would be an emotional basket case, but I wasn't. It stung and our hearts ached, but were weren't broken. I thank Josie for that. 15 month old babies don't want to sit down long enough to enjoy pity-parties. She's not interested in being depressed. And having her energy and excitement when I came home that day was exactly what I needed.
Time marches on and I am pretty certain life does, too! We have decided to jump right back into embryo transfers and will start working towards FET#2. It's a little scarier this time, as we both realize this will be our last time. I will continue to remind myself that this has all been planned out for us. Often in ways we can't understand. What is meant to happen will happen. It's His will and plan. And we will continue to be thankful, daily, for our beautiful daughter!
Friday, February 22, 2013
And the process continues
IVF #2- I started writing this in January-
After the first week of medications (Birth Control and Metformin), my body started to get used to the metformin. Thankfully I was able to ease myself back into a carb filled life and I was a much happier camper. I am still taking the metformin, 3x's a day as much as the first week in fact, but it no longer causes the constant dramatic side effects. Although too much carbs or fried food and have me feeling pretty yucky pretty quick.
So here is what IVF #2 has amounted to so far:
1/2- Metformin and Birth Control
1/7- HSG *
1/11- Ultrasound - Start lupron shots**
1/18- last day of birth control
1/19- cycle
1/22- start estrogen pills and estrogen patch
2/1- Ultrasound and blood work
2/6- Ultrasound to check uterine lining and blood work
2/7- started progesterone oil shots (ouch)
2/9- learn to give the progesterone oil shots to myself (more on that later)
2/10- nausea (from hormones?)
2/10- fully hormonal....I am a mess!
2/12- FET...yikes....
2/13- slight cramping and abdominal twinges
2/16- nausea nausea nausea (don't remember this from IVF#1)
2/18- progesterone levels checked- all seems good
2/22- blood pregnancy test....yikes
*It's funny. For some reason I was thinking the HSG was going to be simple blood work. I have no clue why that was what I assumed it was, because it's not. Nope. Not at all. So if you are heading into see your RE and they ordered you to have an HSG test it's actually a Hysterosalpingogram (easy for me to say, right? Now I understand why they call it HSG). It doesn't take very long. What they do is place iodine dye in your cervix, then take x-rays of your uterus and fallopian tubes. I had this done the first time...so you think I would have remembered...but apparently not. It's totally normal to have this test done when starting the IVF process. And chances are pretty good I will have to do this again if we have a successful pregnancy and want to "try" for more children.
**Regular ultrasound to ensure I was ready for the Lupron shots. I started 10 units of Lupron on this day.
Process #2 has certainly been much different than process #1. I think a lot of it has to do with my state of mind. I understand the process a little more this time around, although I will never brag as to knowing exactly what is going on. The process itself is insane and goes by so quickly it is hard to keep up with. After a month or two you look back and think it's all a big blur....and it is.
This time around I did not have to go to see the RE all the time. For #1 I felt like I was in their offices sometimes 2-3 times a week. It makes sense.....the first time around they had to monitor my ovaries. They had to be absolutely sure my ovaries were producing healthy eggs. They had to be certain there weren't too few and there weren't too many. And most of all...the timing had to be absolutely perfect or my body would release the eggs on it's own and the entire process would be foiled. So, it makes sense that I was there ALL THE TIME.
For #2 my ovaries are practically ignored. Since we have 4 frozen embryos, I do not need my ovaries to produce eggs. In fact, we do not want them to function at all. We are basically taking my ovaries completely out of the picture. They are still making some eggs, but they are small and few and nothing to worry too much about at this point. The best part about nixing my ovaries from process #2....no chance of suffering from OHSS this time around! SWEET!!!
Sadly on the afternoon of 2/22 I received a call from my nurse letting me know our first FET had not resulted in a pregnancy. Both Brandon and I were pretty sad to receive this news (obviously). I think it was hardest because I was so certain I WAS pregnant. With IVF#1 I basically had zero pregnancy symptoms and was certain it had not happened. This time, I thought I knew the little feelings and twinges I was experiencing and I was sure it was leading us to a positive pregnancy test. My doctor warned me early on not to invest too much in any early symptoms, as these were often created by the multiple medications I was taking.
Although my heart hurt once my nurse told me our sad news, knowing that I had a sweet, healthy, amazing 15 month old at home, made the news much easier to take. Brandon and I are always aware that Josie is our miracle child. She happened when the odds were against. She happened while my body was doing all it could to reject IVF #1. She happened despite the fact that my husband's body planned to never give him a chance. She is our blessing.....and we know this every day. I have never dreamed of having only one child, but we know nothing about our journey has been the way we imagined.
Luckily we still have two frozen embryos. We hope to have the opportunity to try again. We hope this will lead to a healthy pregnancy. We hope Josie will end up with an additional sibling (or two). And if she doesn't...we will continue to be thankful for our beautiful blessing.
After the first week of medications (Birth Control and Metformin), my body started to get used to the metformin. Thankfully I was able to ease myself back into a carb filled life and I was a much happier camper. I am still taking the metformin, 3x's a day as much as the first week in fact, but it no longer causes the constant dramatic side effects. Although too much carbs or fried food and have me feeling pretty yucky pretty quick.
So here is what IVF #2 has amounted to so far:
1/2- Metformin and Birth Control
1/7- HSG *
1/11- Ultrasound - Start lupron shots**
1/18- last day of birth control
1/19- cycle
1/22- start estrogen pills and estrogen patch
2/1- Ultrasound and blood work
2/6- Ultrasound to check uterine lining and blood work
2/7- started progesterone oil shots (ouch)
2/9- learn to give the progesterone oil shots to myself (more on that later)
2/10- nausea (from hormones?)
2/10- fully hormonal....I am a mess!
2/12- FET...yikes....
2/13- slight cramping and abdominal twinges
2/16- nausea nausea nausea (don't remember this from IVF#1)
2/18- progesterone levels checked- all seems good
2/22- blood pregnancy test....yikes
*It's funny. For some reason I was thinking the HSG was going to be simple blood work. I have no clue why that was what I assumed it was, because it's not. Nope. Not at all. So if you are heading into see your RE and they ordered you to have an HSG test it's actually a Hysterosalpingogram (easy for me to say, right? Now I understand why they call it HSG). It doesn't take very long. What they do is place iodine dye in your cervix, then take x-rays of your uterus and fallopian tubes. I had this done the first time...so you think I would have remembered...but apparently not. It's totally normal to have this test done when starting the IVF process. And chances are pretty good I will have to do this again if we have a successful pregnancy and want to "try" for more children.
**Regular ultrasound to ensure I was ready for the Lupron shots. I started 10 units of Lupron on this day.
Process #2 has certainly been much different than process #1. I think a lot of it has to do with my state of mind. I understand the process a little more this time around, although I will never brag as to knowing exactly what is going on. The process itself is insane and goes by so quickly it is hard to keep up with. After a month or two you look back and think it's all a big blur....and it is.
This time around I did not have to go to see the RE all the time. For #1 I felt like I was in their offices sometimes 2-3 times a week. It makes sense.....the first time around they had to monitor my ovaries. They had to be absolutely sure my ovaries were producing healthy eggs. They had to be certain there weren't too few and there weren't too many. And most of all...the timing had to be absolutely perfect or my body would release the eggs on it's own and the entire process would be foiled. So, it makes sense that I was there ALL THE TIME.
For #2 my ovaries are practically ignored. Since we have 4 frozen embryos, I do not need my ovaries to produce eggs. In fact, we do not want them to function at all. We are basically taking my ovaries completely out of the picture. They are still making some eggs, but they are small and few and nothing to worry too much about at this point. The best part about nixing my ovaries from process #2....no chance of suffering from OHSS this time around! SWEET!!!
Sadly on the afternoon of 2/22 I received a call from my nurse letting me know our first FET had not resulted in a pregnancy. Both Brandon and I were pretty sad to receive this news (obviously). I think it was hardest because I was so certain I WAS pregnant. With IVF#1 I basically had zero pregnancy symptoms and was certain it had not happened. This time, I thought I knew the little feelings and twinges I was experiencing and I was sure it was leading us to a positive pregnancy test. My doctor warned me early on not to invest too much in any early symptoms, as these were often created by the multiple medications I was taking.
Although my heart hurt once my nurse told me our sad news, knowing that I had a sweet, healthy, amazing 15 month old at home, made the news much easier to take. Brandon and I are always aware that Josie is our miracle child. She happened when the odds were against. She happened while my body was doing all it could to reject IVF #1. She happened despite the fact that my husband's body planned to never give him a chance. She is our blessing.....and we know this every day. I have never dreamed of having only one child, but we know nothing about our journey has been the way we imagined.
Luckily we still have two frozen embryos. We hope to have the opportunity to try again. We hope this will lead to a healthy pregnancy. We hope Josie will end up with an additional sibling (or two). And if she doesn't...we will continue to be thankful for our beautiful blessing.
Monday, February 4, 2013
The truth behind Metformin and IVF
Written in January 2013.....
Ugh. Although "ugh" isn't likely considered a complete sentence on it's own, it is my current physical and mental state, so I am allowing it. If only just this once.
At the beginning of this year my sweet husband and I started the journey and process to IVF #2. And, just like it went the first time around, the process starts with a cycle. Followed that day or soon there after with birth control and metformin. (I realize there are those who do not follow this exact regiment for IVF....so our protocols may be a little off).
Metformin. Ahh, metformin. I hate this drug with a passion. Because of this drug I still cannot even smell greek yogurt with out feeling like I want to vomit. I couldn't even look at chicken for the first 6 months of my pregnancy without wanting to jump off a building. Wonder if that's normal?
For those that don't know, Metformin can be used to regulate sugar levels, hormones, ovulation cycles and reduce the risk of miscarriages, thus improving pregnancy rates in IVF. It is a drug more commonly used in women who suffer from PCOS and who are preparing for IVF.
The dear dear side effects of metformin are:
Nausea. (GIANT check)
Loss of appetite. (nope...the complete opposite)
Diarrhea. (check)
A metallic taste (and no...that's weird)
And the best part about these side effects? Eating carbs seems to kick them into high gear! So if you decide to have that english muffin for breakfast, you should expect to spend quite a bit of quality time in the bathroom the rest of the morning.
Last time around (known from this point on as IVF #1) I was sick as a dog on Metformin. My fertility doctor and nurses kept saying "eat low/no carb and high protein" and you will feel much better. They suggested yogurt, chicken, cottage cheese, any kind of cheese, and protein protein protein. So if you are wondering why greek yogurt and chicken made me want to turn tail and run...it's because those two things were the only foods I felt comfortable eating. All the time. Like...every meal. And after about 2 months of that, I didn't ever ever ever want to see them ever again. I broke up with them, and I was serious!
So here we are, on to IVF #2, and I bet you can guess what my doctor and nurses are suggesting I eat!? I don't know what to do. I never experienced morning sickness with my first pregnancy (Thank you, Lord), but I am guessing this is pretty close to what morning sickness must feel like. I am constantly dealing with nausea. All day. To the point where my mouth is watering and I am sure it's going to be a mad dash to the toilet. But...all the while...I am SOOOOO hungry. I want to eat EVERYTHING that has carbs. Bread....potatoes....crackers....cereal. Seriously, you don't want to know what I would do for an english muffin right now!
It's supposed to get better. And I know from experience that it does. But, man oh man, it seems to be taking it's sweet time getting to that "better point".
Ugh. Although "ugh" isn't likely considered a complete sentence on it's own, it is my current physical and mental state, so I am allowing it. If only just this once.
At the beginning of this year my sweet husband and I started the journey and process to IVF #2. And, just like it went the first time around, the process starts with a cycle. Followed that day or soon there after with birth control and metformin. (I realize there are those who do not follow this exact regiment for IVF....so our protocols may be a little off).
Metformin. Ahh, metformin. I hate this drug with a passion. Because of this drug I still cannot even smell greek yogurt with out feeling like I want to vomit. I couldn't even look at chicken for the first 6 months of my pregnancy without wanting to jump off a building. Wonder if that's normal?
For those that don't know, Metformin can be used to regulate sugar levels, hormones, ovulation cycles and reduce the risk of miscarriages, thus improving pregnancy rates in IVF. It is a drug more commonly used in women who suffer from PCOS and who are preparing for IVF.
The dear dear side effects of metformin are:
Nausea. (GIANT check)
Loss of appetite. (nope...the complete opposite)
Diarrhea. (check)
A metallic taste (and no...that's weird)
And the best part about these side effects? Eating carbs seems to kick them into high gear! So if you decide to have that english muffin for breakfast, you should expect to spend quite a bit of quality time in the bathroom the rest of the morning.
Last time around (known from this point on as IVF #1) I was sick as a dog on Metformin. My fertility doctor and nurses kept saying "eat low/no carb and high protein" and you will feel much better. They suggested yogurt, chicken, cottage cheese, any kind of cheese, and protein protein protein. So if you are wondering why greek yogurt and chicken made me want to turn tail and run...it's because those two things were the only foods I felt comfortable eating. All the time. Like...every meal. And after about 2 months of that, I didn't ever ever ever want to see them ever again. I broke up with them, and I was serious!
So here we are, on to IVF #2, and I bet you can guess what my doctor and nurses are suggesting I eat!? I don't know what to do. I never experienced morning sickness with my first pregnancy (Thank you, Lord), but I am guessing this is pretty close to what morning sickness must feel like. I am constantly dealing with nausea. All day. To the point where my mouth is watering and I am sure it's going to be a mad dash to the toilet. But...all the while...I am SOOOOO hungry. I want to eat EVERYTHING that has carbs. Bread....potatoes....crackers....cereal. Seriously, you don't want to know what I would do for an english muffin right now!
It's supposed to get better. And I know from experience that it does. But, man oh man, it seems to be taking it's sweet time getting to that "better point".
Friday, January 18, 2013
The reason why I can never be a cheerleader.....
Being a mom has turned out to be the most amazing and special experience! I knew parenthood would be cool, I just didn't realize it would be so much FUN too!
Although I love being a mommy, let's be real......it does have a few down sides. One in particular.......being a mommy has clearly robbed me of my chance of ever jumping on a trampoline again. Great. Thanks motherhood. I mean, I guess the option to jump will always be there (when a trampoline is present), but the consequences aren't nearly worth the reward. Two words for you....weak bladder.
Does the fact that I pee a little bit every time I do Zumba or Step Class make me a better mom? I sure hope so. This is the only thing I am banking on to get me through those workouts.
And sure...I know some of you are thinking(this is gross) what about kegels?
Well....what about kegels? I am not all that impressed with that exercise. I am always convinced I'm doing kegels wrong? Is there a right or a wrong way to do these? I tried to do these "often" while pregnant and I swear I never did them right. It shouldn't be that hard, right? Also...I am pretty sure I make a face every time I try to do them. Just "do them in the car while you are driving" the magazine said....
Right...like I don't already have enough to concentrate on while driving. Like I need to try and squeeze and tone and reshape my body at the same time (all the while making some weird, and no doubt, unattractive face).
Basically...being a Mommy means you make sacrifices. Some are more harsh than others. In my case....my sacrifice is wearing rubber pants while jumping on trampolines....or not jumping at all. Shesh....I should have known having a kid would ruin my chances of running away with the circus.
Although I love being a mommy, let's be real......it does have a few down sides. One in particular.......being a mommy has clearly robbed me of my chance of ever jumping on a trampoline again. Great. Thanks motherhood. I mean, I guess the option to jump will always be there (when a trampoline is present), but the consequences aren't nearly worth the reward. Two words for you....weak bladder.
Does the fact that I pee a little bit every time I do Zumba or Step Class make me a better mom? I sure hope so. This is the only thing I am banking on to get me through those workouts.
And sure...I know some of you are thinking
Well....what about kegels? I am not all that impressed with that exercise. I am always convinced I'm doing kegels wrong? Is there a right or a wrong way to do these? I tried to do these "often" while pregnant and I swear I never did them right. It shouldn't be that hard, right? Also...I am pretty sure I make a face every time I try to do them. Just "do them in the car while you are driving" the magazine said....
Right...like I don't already have enough to concentrate on while driving. Like I need to try and squeeze and tone and reshape my body at the same time (all the while making some weird, and no doubt, unattractive face).
Basically...being a Mommy means you make sacrifices. Some are more harsh than others. In my case....my sacrifice is wearing rubber pants while jumping on trampolines....or not jumping at all. Shesh....I should have known having a kid would ruin my chances of running away with the circus.
Monday, December 31, 2012
You should know.....
Dear Sweet little girl,
You already have your daddy wrapped around your pinky finger.
My hope for you, is that one day you realize just how lucky you are to have a Daddy who loves you so much.
This year's holiday was a little different than normal. Since we went home to Chicago to be with the Bice Family for Thanksgiving, I did not take as much time off as I normally might at Christmas. And this year, Daddy took off more time than normal. Since your school was closed for the entire week of Christmas, it was a good thing Daddy took the time off. And so you and Daddy have been at home playing each day while Mommy has been at work. It hurts my heart just a little to know of all the fun you are both having while I sit behind my desk. But, it lights my heart to think of the bonding and love that must be growing between the two of you (like it could grow anymore) each day!
Today is Daddy's last day home with you. And although I know he must value this time, I think he may be happy to know your school doors will be open on Wednesday morning.
I just received this text message from your Daddy-
Daddy-I have read the same 3 books about 900 times today.
Mommy- Hahahaha. Hide them.
Daddy- I hate the ABC and Color book
It always amazes me how you seem to find these two books amongst the hundreds (truthfully) that you own. It's like they have a special scent that only you can smell. And you find them. And ask us to read them to you over and over and over. And my goodness, maybe we could say no if you were the cutest thing in the world. But you are. And so we read them. By memory.
You are a lucky little girl. So much so that no matter how much your Daddy hates it, he will still read the ABC and Color book to you each and every time you ask. I will not be surprised if when I get home from work today, Daddy is teaching you that the Penguin begins with the letter P!
We love you pumpkin pie!
You already have your daddy wrapped around your pinky finger.
My hope for you, is that one day you realize just how lucky you are to have a Daddy who loves you so much.
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| Dec 2012- Downtown Christmas Parade |
Today is Daddy's last day home with you. And although I know he must value this time, I think he may be happy to know your school doors will be open on Wednesday morning.
I just received this text message from your Daddy-
Daddy-I have read the same 3 books about 900 times today.
Mommy- Hahahaha. Hide them.
Daddy- I hate the ABC and Color book
It always amazes me how you seem to find these two books amongst the hundreds (truthfully) that you own. It's like they have a special scent that only you can smell. And you find them. And ask us to read them to you over and over and over. And my goodness, maybe we could say no if you were the cutest thing in the world. But you are. And so we read them. By memory.
You are a lucky little girl. So much so that no matter how much your Daddy hates it, he will still read the ABC and Color book to you each and every time you ask. I will not be surprised if when I get home from work today, Daddy is teaching you that the Penguin begins with the letter P!
We love you pumpkin pie!
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