Are you ever writing a number down or reading a number and a memory just hits you? I was just writing down the phone number to a local store I need to call and the last 4 digits hit me and I was like Whoa, that was the last 4 to my college dorm room. Who knew I still remembered that?!
ETA: September 29, 2012—As I am rereading this entry to add categories to it, I still remember the phone number: 774-4721.
So today I went to the dentist for the first time in—are you ready?—over six years! Yes, the last time I went to the dentist was when we lived in Lansing, before we got married!
Why has it been so long? Well, first it’s six months and then you know it’s time but you have to find a new dentist, and then I didn’t want to deal with new insurance, then you completely forget, and then we were moving again, and then I thought about it a few times, but if you’re not on a schedule you don’t think about it, and before you know it, it’s been YEARS.
So about a week or so ago I thought I was having a toothache, so picked a dentist and made an appointment. (Turns out it was a sinus headache, but at least I had the appointment.) It was just supposed to be x-rays to see if anything else needed to be done, with a follow up teeth cleaning in a few months (because they were completely booked) but they were actually able to fit me into a cancellation right when I was done with my x-rays and oral cancer screening.
So long story short, my teeth are great! No cavities, no gum issues, nothing! They were honestly shocked that I hadn’t been to a dentist in 6+ years (and that I don’t floss regularly). That said, I did have two teeth that needed to be sealed because they had tiny fissures that could eventually turn into cavities, but that was it!
So, I am not sure who I have to thank for my good teeth health (the past need for braces notwithstanding), but I am appreciative! And if it’s completely a stroke of luck, I will accept that as well!
It started with a sore scratchy throat and a cloudy head last week at work. I tried to sleep it away, living on Nyquil 24/7, but it didn’t go away. I felt okay on Thanksgiving and okay for most of the day Friday, but Saturday I started to feel worse and started coughing and having a runny and stuffed nose—in addition to the stuffed up head with headaches. Just yucky. I’ve been plopped on the couch or in bed just watching TV because I have no energy. The only good thing is that Maggie has been cuddling with me all weekend!
I hope I feel better soon because working when you feel this way is NOT fun.
I haven’t written in a long time so there’s too much to catch up on.
There’s too much to catch up on so I postpone writing.
I don’t write because there is no way I can catch up.
You get the idea.
So I am going to try to start writing more, and I may or may not try to catch up on past dates/events…
Yes, I know I haven’t been writing anything lately. And I feel bad.
But it’s just that the longer I take to catch you up, the more stuff happens, and the harder it is to catch up. A catch-22 if you will.
But I know I have to fill you in with some details (obviously the short versions) until I get more time:
I promise to try and write more in the upcoming weeks.
Wow, it’s been almost a month since I last posted. Nothing much has been going on…just little things here and there.
Well, I did have some major problems with my new Vista computer, but at that point I really wasn’t loving any computer and was keeping my distance so was not online posting about it. What happened? Let’s just say that little things here and there weren’t working right, so I had to do some system restores, then in trying to get those little things to work right, the solutions caused my system to crash and I had to do three (yes, THREE) full system recoveries (which means taking the computer back to day 1) which meant I lost all installed programs…never fun. It’s back up and working now, but it was a very, VERY, VERY traumatic few days. >:(:'(
I’ve had some good times with our friends… a few drinking and hot tub nights over at Roger and Ursula’s and a night out at a local bar with a co-worker (which made me glad I did not really have to live through the dating scene).
I had my vein surgery just about a month ago and it went very well—he said it could not have gone better. I have to go back shortly for a follow-up to make sure it’s still doing well.
We have had more rain and storms this past month than the whole time we’ve lived here, I think. Poor Maggie… and add the 4th of July sounds to that, and miscellaneous noises in the neighborhood? The poor dog must think she’s going nuts.
My job is…well, it’s still just a job. I am not having any fun and some days it’s just dreadful. There’s a long and involved story but suffice it to say I am SERIOUSLY looking for other employment.
And last but not least, Tom and I continue to chat and talk just about every day. He’s online every morning (my morning) from about 8:30 to noon, and he tries to call once a day. If I am up late some nights (mainly on the weekends) we chat around midnight or 1am as well. Right now, we’re counting down the days until he gets here—we’re finally under one month!! :>>
I’ve always wondered what my cholesterol was—although honestly, I’ve also been a little scared to find out. Well, due to some recent bloodwork I had, I found out… and it couldn’t be better!! All of my levels (general cholesterol, HDL, LDL) are all way below optimal levels. Wow!
Total Cholesterol: 133
Less than 200 = Desirable
HDL: 46
Less than 150 = Normal
LDL: 70.6
Less than 100 = Optimal
So my wrists have been hurting lately—like all the time hurting. Especially at work and while on the computer, so of course I was thinking carpal tunnel. I have even taking to cracking my wrist like Tom does! However, nothing really has changed at work or at home (seating configuration, desk, keyboard, chair, etc.) so I wasn’t sure why all of a sudden my wrists (both of them, not just the right one) would hurt so much.
But I think I have figured it out. Since both hurt, but the right is definitely worse than the left…it’s the Rug Doctor! I have been cleaning the carpets like crazy (I am on cleaning #5 I think downstairs and I’ve done upstairs twice). I always pull the unit with my right hand while also using the same hand to push the solution button! If I “test” grip (close my hand into a fist) I can feel it hurting.
So, why have I been cleaning the carpets so much, you ask??? Because they are filthy! Before, we would run the machine over the carpet once, get out the spots, empty the water, and it would be hideously, disgustingly gray. Well, that means (duh!) they’re still dirty!! So, I decided to keep cleaning them until the water runs clean! OMG! 88| It’s not happening! As I said, I am on time #5 downstairs (and it’s still dirty, and I am not even moving big furniture) and I’ve done the living room/hallway (upstairs) twice. The scary thing is it doesn’t seem to be getting THAT much better with each pass…so it’s either amazingly dirty, or the Rug Doctor has a glitch that spits a reserve of dirt into the water so you clean and clean and clean and use more product!! 🙂
But anyway, I am now taking a break because I have got to let my wrists get better—it’s painful to do a lot of things, including work on the computer all day!!
I went this morning to get the results of my bloodwork—the first stop in trying to determine what might be wrong with me, if anything.
And you know what? I’m perfectly healthy (other than needing to lose weight, of course).
My sugar levels are good, my kidneys work, my liver is functioning, and my cholesterol is awesome (which is cool because I’ve always been curious).
And, most importantly, all my female things are on target (at acceptable/normal levels)…I can’t remember what all the things were (and hell if I can understand the results sheet he gave me) but all my hormones are okay and I am ovulating (that was a big question, as I had done ovulation tests for a month with no positive results).
So, he referred me to a specialist. I will probably get an appointment within a month or so, so until then…
Today was my appointment at the hospital for a [I forget what it was technically called, but basically, an ultrasound on the veins in my leg to see if they were working correctly or not]. Interestingly, once I saw the machine and sat down, I realized I had already had this same procedure back in Virginia at Bethesda (2002ish)—so, apparently at the time, they had determined nothing was wrong??
Anyway, for the most part, the veins in my leg are okay—no deep vein issues, everything was superficial. However, the tech did find one vein that doesn’t seem to be working properly—it’s not horrible, but it is definitely why I’m feeling pain again in my lower leg. (And no, it’s not at all related to the sprain I had.)
So where does the medical lesson come in?
Well, since I had a captive audience :>> I asked the tech a few questions. Yes, I could ask my doctor, but I always seem to forget what I want to ask (I know, I know—I should write everything down) so I figured why not ask the guy who was running a wand over my leg and explaining everything he was doing. :)) (He was awesome, by the way.)
I learned that during my previous surgery (microinvasive phlebectomy, if I remember correctly) what happened was that they made a bunch of micro cuts, pulled out the vein via a fishhook type device, and tied off the bad vein(s). I am sure I knew this part at one time. However, what I didn’t know is what happened to the blood that ran through those veins. I always sort of wondered what happened to it—where it went if the veins were tied off. Well, now I know: apparently the body is such an amazing thing that it creates new veins or seeks out alternate veins that may not have been used before (much like blocking off a riverbed—the water has to find somewhere to flow!).
I asked why this was happening again, since I had surgery for this very thing two years ago. He said they could have missed one bad vein the first time, and it just took this long to become a problem…or another vein just went bad. Another surgery could fix it completely, or I could be going through this every so often.
I also learned that weight really doesn’t have that much to do with the problems I am having. He said that bad veins are mainly hereditary and can happen to anyone at any time.
So, the gist of the appointment is that the problem vein is a perfect candidate for a newer type of surgery that the doc will have to decide on—instead of cutting into the leg to tie off the veins, they do an RF something-or-other [I looked it up, and I think it’s Radiofrequency Ablation of Saphenous Vein] and make one incision, insert a catheter into the vein, and through the magic of science, when they pull the catheter out it seals up the vein like a zipper. It is much less invasive than the other surgery.
So, my next appointment is April 9, when the doctor will tell me what’s what and if I will be having surgery, and which surgery I will be having.
I went to the specialist this morning (the same guy I went to in 2004/2005 and who did my surgery). The gist of the visit was that there is an issue and they need to do more tests…so I have an appointment at the hospital in two weeks, at which time the results will determine what comes next (possibly another surgery). If I recall correctly, I believe he said that the other surgery is a more invasive surgery than the one they did before (something like the one he did two years ago was the starter surgery, for lack of a better term, to see if that took care of it). Of course, he also said that I should be wearing my compression stockings as much as possible. 😳
Oh, and he said the “pulled muscle” that I experienced was unrelated to the vein issues, and that he didn’t hear anything that sounded like a clot—but the hospital tests will show more.
So over the past few days, I’ve noticed that my left calf muscle feels sore, almost as if I pulled the muscle. I have not done anything to it to warrant it feeling pulled—the most I’ve done, aside from my day-to-day normal activities like walking up and down the stairs, walking to the mailbox, and playing fetch with Maggie, is to take Maggie for a walk. There has been no strenuous exercising, no unsual movements, no sleeping on it weird, and no taking a tumble down the stairs or tripping over my own feet.
So today, I was at work and was back in the kitchen when I heard my phone ring and I knew it was hubby. I kicked off my heels and made a dash towards the front desk and got about five steps before I came to an immediate limping halt! I want to say I felt it pop, but I think I’m just imagining that. But I do know that at that moment, every step was painful, and I couldn’t stand the pain to even try and stretch the muscle out. I could barely walk on it and I was limping like crazy.
So what happened? What did I do? I have no idea.
My online friends (who I turn to for things such as this) suggested I get a calf brace to help the muscle relax, so I called Dick’s and they had them, so off I went (my boss also told me to go, because she was hurting just watching me hobble around). At this point, I put my shoes back on (very low heels, about 1″), and it actually felt better and I was able to walk without as much pain (because the muscle didn’t need to stretch as far). Long story short, Dick’s DIDN’T have them, and I was ticked off—so apparently when I called to ask if they carried them, they just told me yes without actually CHECKING THE SHELVES. 😡
On the way back, I called Rob, our neighbor who is a doctor, and asked him what I should do. He said ice for 48 hours, 800mg of Ibuprofen every four hours, then heat and Iboprofen after 48 hours. So I stopped at Walgreens and picked up an ice pack wrap thing, some packs of Icy Hot pads, and some Ibuprofen. When I got back to the office, my boss had gone to the chiropractor (down at the end of our building) and picked up some Bio-Freeze for me! (Awwwwwwww, see—she can be awesome!)
The ice pack does help a bit, and I’m sure the Ibuprofen doesn’t hurt…but the worst part is trying to walk after sitting for a bit. Oh, the pain.
So, what really sucks is that I had really just started to get into a groove with my walking/exercise schedule: come home, let Maggie out, go for a walk. There’s no way I could walk a mile in this condition. 🙁
So, I found a new “diet” and got all excited about it—Oprah’s diet guru Bob Greene’s The Best Life Diet—and now I’m pissed.
Why?
On the show, I SWEAR Oprah said [something to the effect of] “Go to the [best life] site and sign up for free!” So today I ordered the book and just now I went to the website to sign up and…nope, not free. They want $20 a month or $150 a year for access to everything!
WHAT THE HELL?
Yes, I want to change my life, but I honestly wasn’t planning on forking out $150 up front—especially since that part was NOT mentioned on the show (I’m pretty damn sure I would remember that).
So, it either feels like “pony up the bucks to vastly improve my Diet experince and chance at success” or “I feel my health is not worth $4.50 a week.” >:(
something generally happens to make me feel better.
I’ve been a little depressed lately because I’ve gained back most of the weight I lost three years ago… (Tom loves me REGARDLESS, so I have nothing to worry about in that aspect.) But needless to say, getting dressed is no longer fun and it’s a pain to go out because I literally have like three casual non-work outfits that fit/look halfway decent.
So today we had to go out spur of the moment and nothing I liked was clean so I was not feeling comfortable and I was being Mrs. Crankypants… I had just made a comment about it when we walked by someone that made me feel beautiful, skinny, and completely comfortable: some nasty freak of a woman who had to weigh at least 400# and was wearing a spaghetti-strap silk tank top with no bra that was S-T-R-E-T-C-H-E-D to it’s utmost limit, along with some pants that looked about two sizes too small. 88| I wanted to ask her if I could shop with her the rest of the day so I could feel better about myself.
I walked out of the store with my head held high.
All that said, I know that “inner beauty” is better than “outer beauty” and my self-esteem shouldn’t be based on comparisons with other people. However, when I see someone in public who is dressed EXTREMELY inappropriately, I think “At least I have enough self-respect not to go out in public like that.”
Regardless, the “diet” is starting soon, I promise.
So this past month, let’s just say we both had a serious gut feeling that I was pregnant. It was a little early to take a pregnancy test—and I know I should have just left well enough alone—but my curiosity got the better of me (of course). So I took the test and it was negative. I decided it was no big deal—as I said, it was a little early to be taking a test (I wasn’t officially late) so maybe it was just too early.
And then I started my period around lunchtime. 🙁
So much for our intuition—apparently NEITHER of us has any!
So, over the past two years, I’ve been slowly gaining back all the weight I lost. At first it was just a few pounds and it was okay. Then it was 10# and I thought “Yeah, this sucks, but it’s still not too bad.” At this point, I refuse to say how much I’ve gained back, but I will say I haven’t gained back all of it.
So it’s been extremely depressing, but I know it’s my own damn fault because I’m eating too much and not exercising. I just don’t seem to have any self-control lately…over the past year, I’ve probably tried 4-5 times to start being good again, and it lasts anywhere from a day to a week and then it’s back to the bad habits. It doesn’t help that there’s always crap at work and it’s really easy to snack and whatnot. And of course, the upcoming holiday season is not going to make it any easier.
But something has to be done.
I hate (HATE!) going into the closet and it taking forever to find something to wear because nothing fits. All my loose clothes are now tight and I don’t like how anything looks. I liked it SO much better when I could just go in and grab anything and not having to worry if it fits or if it looks good… The sad thing is that I have an entirely new wardrobe waiting for me if I lose 20# (and many pieces I can wear with just a 10# loss, and many more I can wear with a 20+ loss).
Wish me luck.
So I was taking a shower this morning, and after a strange chain of events, my metal shaving cream can got knocked off and landed, of course, right on my left toe. 88|
WHY ME?? >:(
There were a few days when we weren’t sure and were really discussing it—but in the end, we’ve decided to keep trying and just let nature take its course. As always, whatever is meant to be…will be.
So I just called (had to wait for my boss to leave the office) and once the nurse knew who I was, she apologized profusely. I basically asked her “What now? Do I need to worry about anything? Do I need to be more careful? Do I need to take drugs? Do I need medical attention?” And she asked my symptoms again, how long I had bled before, etc., then put me on hold to talk to a doctor.
She came back to say that I should be fine. If anything strange happens, or I get a high fever, or if I have more bleeding, come straight in…otherwise, I should be fine. Also, it is recommended we wait three months before trying… I honestly didn’t think of asking about trying before that limit…my mind was swirling as it was. (But needless to say if we wait three months, it’s not going to happen at all.)
She did say if I need ANYTHING else, do not hesitate to contact her. I said “Okay, I do have another small thing then” and proceeded to tell her I was on antibiotics (for something else entirely) and now had a yeast infection (“On top of everything else?!” she exclaimed. Yes, I told her. What fun, eh?) so she said she would have a scrip ready for me by 5.
Since hindsight is 20/20, I should have asked if she thought it was an actual miscarriage or something else (chemical pregnancy, etc.) but of course I didn’t think of it at the time because I was just so thrilled to be talking to someone and hearing reassuring words.
So, now the question is….do we keep trying because he’s going to be gone…or do we stick with the doctor-recommended wait time (which will evolve into 15 months)?
Okay, I have to tell you I am at my @#%$ limit with the clinic here.
They told me to come in for bloodwork last week so I did. When I was there, they confirmed I would not get the results because I had to come back for the second day of bloodwork to see if my hormone levels were increasing or decreasing. She said I could find out the results, but they really wouldn’t mean anything until we had the second set to compare them with. Okay, fine.
So I go in this morning and they have no idea why I’m there. I refresh their memory. Oh, okay, we have to find the order for the bloodwork. Fine. So they finally call me in and as the one lady is preparing to draw my blood, the other lady sees me and says “Why are you here? Didn’t they call you with the results?”
What?
NO, I told her, YOU told me there was no point in knowing the results because we had to do more bloodwork. AND no one called me regardless. She says “Well your results were negative.” So she brings over the results and my hormone level was <5 which is negative. So, she says, “Since you had a negative urine and a negative blood…” Okay, so I say “Well can I talk to someone? I mean, am I okay? Do I need to do anything?” She says “You can go talk to the nurse.” FINE. I’m a little pissed, but figure it’s not HER fault.
So I go to the front desk and ask to talk to the nurse. The lady is snippy and says “Why do you need to talk to her?” That hit my button so I have to admit I snapped a bit and told her “Because I was pregnant and now I’m not and I’d really like to talk to someone for two minutes about it.” I was told to have a seat.
So I waited for 20 minutes and no one ever called me or came over. I was already late for work so just left.
I got back to the office and I was livid. I called Tom to tell him what had happened and I was just about bawling. Thank god no one was in the office yet. He got the clinic phone number from me and was going to call them.
WHAT THE @#%$? I’m glad having a @#%$ miscarriage (or if it wasn’t a miscarriage, whatever @#%$ issue I have) is so @#%$ inconsequential to them that they can’t even @#%$ get someone to talk to me for two minutes, even just to reassure me everything is fine and I should have no issues in the future.
So as I was just sitting here, @#%$ pissed and writing this post, Tom called back saying he had just gotten off the phone with them and they were EXTREMELY APOLOGETIC. Apparently, no one communicated with each other, and no one told the head nurse that I was there or had been in, because she was EXPECTING ME! She said she was going to have a meeting with the entire staff regarding this situation so it wouldn’t happen again.
After I calm down, I will call her to have the two-minute conversation I should have had at the clinic (unless she calls me first which I’m somehow doubting will happen).
Well, I just got the results back from the clinic: negative. I said “So what do we do now [since I had a postive test three weeks ago]?” They said they had to call me back. After the longest half hour of my life, they called me back and said to come in for bloodwork. So…I just got back from getting blood drawn—and unfortunately, I won’t know anything until next week after the second draw so they can compare the two results to see if the pregnancy hormone is increasing or decreasing.
God, this just sucks.
I know whatever is meant to be will be and everything happens for a reason, but I have to say I’m more than a little depressed at the moment. On one hand, it’s a HUGE relief, as I did not want to do this alone. But on the other hand, we were getting really excited about it…as were our parents, of course. (I knew there was a reason we didn’t tell everyone—but at this point, I feel bad having told our parents for no reason.)
Of course, it’s not 100% definitive yet, but I’m going with women’s intuition on this one. That said, if it is truly negative, everything will be put on hold until he returns in January 2008…and this blog wlil cease to exist until then.
Well, I just got back from the clinic and I have to say that it didn’t quite go like I wanted it to. How hard can it be to get a blood test??? GRRR. >:(
They said in order to do any bloodwork, I had to have an appointment, and the earliest they could get me in was October 10—which is pointless, since my OB appointment is October 15. They did say, however, I could do another urine test, so to come back later in the week. If it tests negative at that point, they will do bloodwork. She said even if I did miscarry, there should still be enough hormones in my system to give a positive test result…so the likelihood is that it was a bad test.
So I might just run and get some cheap tests today, just because it’s going to be a loooooong week since I have to wait until Friday (their recommendation) for another urine test.
Well, this is interesting…and possibly depressing. 🙁
So Tom and I were talking last night about how I haven’t been sick at all—and while that’s great for me (and while rare, it does happen), it sort of sucks because that would be one way to really know I was pregnant.
Wait, you say, but you got a positive test result at home AND at the doctor’s office. Well, yes, that’s true…but I just can’t shake the feeling that something isn’t quite right. I know, the spotting could all be normal, but it really did freak me out. So we decided just for the hell of it that I would take another pregnancy test. After all, I had one left that was just sitting there.
So I just took it and…not pregnant. Wait, what? Yep, NOT PREGNANT.
On one hand, it confirms my/our suspicions and would actually be for the better (due to our all-around situation right now)…but of course it is also somewhat disappointing, just because we’ve been waiting so long and, of course, have gotten excited (even though our situation isn’t perfect).
I did some quick research and it appears that it could be/have been a chemical pregnancy:
Unless you are testing early, most women may not even be aware that they were pregnant as a chemical pregnancy will often end before any physical pregnancy symptoms manifest (including a missed period). With a very sensitive pregnancy test, it is possible to receive a positive result—and then later test negative if the woman experiences a miscarriage (chemical pregnancy).
Chemical pregnancies are unfortunately very common. 50 to 60% of first pregnancies end in miscarriage very early in pregnancy. Most occur without the woman even knowing that she was pregnant.
A chemical pregnancy means implantation takes place (hCG is produced for a short time) followed by a miscarriage (generally, before any other pregnancy symptoms or signs are noticeable). Chemical pregnancies are quite common and typically only detected by couples who are actively trying to conceive and test for pregnancy on a regular basis. They occur very early—and the pregnancy ends very soon after impantation.
So the more I read about it, the more I’m thinking that’s what has happened.
Final answer? Although I will go back to the doctor’s office next week for a blood test, I’m going with women’s intuition and google research and saying I’m really not pregnant anymore.
Things I Knew:
Things I Never Thought Of But Am Learning:
This is definitely a learning experience! There are a lot more things that I’ve been learning, but those are the ones that remain on the tip of my tongue.
Of course I don’t want to wait for the offical calculation at the first doctor’s visit, so I calculated it myself (there are online calculators for EVERYTHING!)…and it appears to be May 12-15 with emphasis on the 15th.
It still just seems SO surreal.
One of the pregnancy sites I’ve been visiting is hilarious—in fact, they’re the site where I picked up the pregnancy ticker/timeline at the top of the blog. Anyway, there’s a column (entry) written for every week of pregnancy, and this one in particular struck a chord—it’s from Week 5, the first week I started reading (before backtracking):
After getting over the initial “I’m having a baby!” shock, we began to spread the news. Of course, people asked how I was feeling.“Nervous,” I’d tell them. “Freaked.”
“If you are freaked then why are you having another baby? Why try if you’re going to be scared by the results?”
Might I add, at this point, that everyone who said that to me didn’t have kids.
The decision to have a baby is a lot like the decision to move to France. France sounds cool, other people like France. It would be fun to move to France!
Then you buy the plane ticket and France starts to seem a little scary.
You’ll have to learn a new language! They eat snails! Didn’t someone once tell you that people in France don’t shower that often?
Come to think of it, moving to France and having a baby have a lot in common.
I laughed out loud when I read this. I especially liked “France sounds cool, other people like France. It would be fun to move to France! Then you buy the plane ticket and France starts to seem a little scary.” That is SO how I’m feeling right now. It’s cool and fun to be pregnant and think about having a child…but it’s also scary as hell.
I called today to make my first OB appointments. Unfortunately, I have to go to the base hospital (which means an hour just in drive time)…so am not looking forward to that part of it.
The appointments are Monday, October 16 for the orientation (not quite sure what all that entails) which includes an ultrasound, and Tuesday, October 17, which I guess is the first official exam. Unfortunately, they said that exam can take the place of my annual exam (already scheduled for October 5) because they do all the same tests. I say unfortunately because that means I had to cancel my appointment with my favorite doctor in the world (had the best annual exam of my life with her last year). 🙁
But, on a positive note, I can’t wait to see the ultrasound! At only two months, there won’t be much to see…but there should be something!
I don’t think my toes are ever going to fully recover.
Just now, this very minute, I was walking into the office like I do every morning and evening (multiple times) but this time, I managed to stub my already-damaged toes on Tom’s chair (which is usually never pushed in all the way, so it’s not like it was a surprise).
OWWWWW!
This is just crazy. I hit them on something probably twice a week—not badly enough to injure them like the first time, but just enough to bring back the throbbing and cause them to hurt for another few days.
Tom always tells me to “be more careful!” but really, I’m just doing things as I would normally do them. I guess I’m probably running into things as much as ususal, it’s just more memorable since my toes are already hurting and the pain doesn’t disappear as quickly.
Well, according to the doctor’s office, I’m officially pregnant! Of course, I was 99.999999999999% sure before that, due to two (okay, three!) positive pregnancy tests. (I’m not that anal—I just still say the first one was inconclusive!) Tom knew I would be calling at 2pm to get the results, so he was calling at 2:15 to talk to me!
I was going to wait to tell my mom and David and dad and Linda when I got home, but I just couldn’t wait. I did have to wait until certain coworkers left the office, however, since I do not want this to be public knowledge yet…
I called mom and David first and they both picked up, as she was upstairs and he was downstairs—so I got to tell them both at the same time that I was pregnant. Mom didn’t believe me—she thought I was joking! I said “Why on earth would I joke about something like this?” I think she was just in shock!! Of course, she was very excited as well, as this will be her first “real” grandchild (the other four are technically David’s). The comment that sticks with me is mom telling me that “our visit worked” — meaning our visit to Grandma Len’s gravesite in July…
WARNING: 😥 ALERT!
My grandmother (mom’s mother) died probably 25 years ago. When my cousin’s wife was having trouble conceiving, her father-in-law went to his mother-in-law’s grave (our grandma, above) and said a prayer and asked for some divine intervention in making his wife (grandma’s daughter) a grandma as well. Within a few months, my cousin was pregnant. That was about eight years ago, and I didn’t hear one word about this story until a few months ago when we were about to go home for my other grandmother’s funeral. My mom told me the story and then told me we would have to “go visit grandma, like [my uncle] did” (since all my grandparents are at the same cemetary, actually buried within 40 yards of one another). And we did. So, after three emotional days of my grandmother’s viewing/funeral/burial, we walked across the road and went to see my grandma and my mom said a little prayer and asked HER mom for help, saying she did such a great job with [my cousin and his wife]. That was in July. At that point, we had been trying for ten months. In August, I was pregnant.
Then I called dad and first wished him a Happy Birthday…then said I had a surprise for him. He was scared. I then told him he was going to be a grandpa and amazingly, he was at a loss for words (for just a few seconds, but still). Of course, he was very happy!
When I got home, Tom had gotten me the cutest card…saying he can’t wait to start this new experience with me!! Awwwww, I know! Then he called his mom to tell her that it was official (she was the only one who knew beforehand) and of course, she was thrilled as well!
We decided to wait a bit on telling everyone else, just in case anything bad should happen. It’s customary to wait until the end of the first trimester, so we’ll see if we can actually wait that long. I am pretty sure our close friends/neighbors will know before that, because there are always get-gethers and drinking…and if I am not drinking, they will surely suspect something!
So, my toes still hurt. They’re better when I’m bare foot, so at work I wear really loose slippers (it’s chilly to keep my feet on tile all day) and at home I wear nothing.
And sometimes it bites me in the ass.
I was closing the closet door last night and…I happened to be moving at the same time….and of course I smacked my toes with the door.
So I was hobbling around almost as bad as when I first injured myself.
And then this morning, I was cleaning and organizing and minding my own business…when Maggie decided to chase Charlie down the hall, and they rounded the corner IN BETWEEN MY FEET and managed to injure my toes again (it all happened so fast, I’m still not exactly sure what happened—whether Maggie stepped on my toes or whether she just threw me off balance and I half stumbled onto the bad toes). Regardless, my toes hurt again.
My toes are not having a good week.