NOTE: This is a TMI post, so if you're uncomfortable with that, then you should just skip reading this post.
I had an interesting yet very frustrating day today.
This morning I had my base appointment for our next round of IVF. I get an inner ultrasound, fill out some paper work, and establish a schedule for the huge amount of baby making drugs I get to take. Oh, and I forgot that I had to get blood drawn. I had my ultrasound and my baseline. A nurse drew my blood and I thought I was done, but then the PA said I had to go downstairs to the lab and get MORE blood drawn. No big problem right? I get to the lab and check in and the receptionist hands me a pee cup. Great, I had to give a pee sample, an hour after I emptied my bladder for the inner ultrasound?! Not the end of the world, I chugged a bottle of water- a little over 3 cups- waited a few minutes, then went to the bathroom. Nothing happened... Nothing happened. Not a big deal, I chugged another bottle of water, wait a few more minutes, tried to go again. A tiny, tiny, tiny trickle of pee came out, I tried to catch it in the cup, but of course the cup was not designed with females in mind and I missed the cup. I flushed and washed my hands, danced around the bathroom a bit, trying to work the six cups or so of water through my system. Still no luck. I heard the lab tech open the sample cabinet door looking for my sample, boy was he disappointed to find none.
I then heard my name called by one of the phlebotomist. Ah crap. No, literally, crap. I went number two and was completely indisposed when they called my name. I flushed and washed again (and confused the lab tech on the other side of the little metal door again). I tried again, and again and again. 20 minutes later, I heard my name called again. No longer disposed I opened the bathroom door and called to the phlebotomist.
I went with her to get my blood drawn, hoping the extra time would encourage my bladder. Because I already had my blood drawn once already, she had to use my other arm. She poked me and pulled back on the syringe and ironically, nothing came out (of course I would get the new nurse who can't hit a vein on the first stab!) She wiggled the needle around and around (wiggling a needle around underneath your skin is by far the most painful part of getting blood drawn.) So after getting bruised, she decides to stab my already bandaged left arm. That was surprisingly uneventful for having two holes millimeters apart from each other, but then again, instead of putting the wrap on my arms she put the tape, and I HATE the tape.
After she finished she gave me an orange juice to help my bladder, I sat in the waiting room drinking more fluids, and wait and wait and wait. By this time it had been three hours since I last peed, I had had 8 cups of water and a cup of OJ and was still completely bone dry. My ride was almost here, so I decided to go try one more time. And all the events of my first stay in the bathroom happened again. My last attempt I positioned the cup into place but I accidentally knocked it into the toilet. At this point I was incredibly frustrated about this entire disaster, so I gave up. I picked the cup out of the toilet, ripped the label off of it, stuck it in the little brown bag and threw it in the garbage, washed my hands really, really well and walked out. I had had enough! I obviously wasn't going to pee any time soon!
I'm not sure why my bladder got stage fright, but it was incredibly frustrating and annoying, especially with everything else on top of it. This doctor's visit just ranked number one of my worst visits to the doctor's office, beating the time I got stabbed in five different places by three different nurses who couldn't get the catheter needle into any of my veins (I had quite a collection of kid band aids all over me that day!).
Monday, April 28, 2014
Sunday, April 20, 2014
That Easter Morn
Cool fact: apparently (meaning I wasn't aware of this) the entire Christian world is celebrating Easter on the same day this year.
I'm not a lover of the "Easter Holiday" with all the eggs, creaptastic Easter Bunny, baby chicks, the pastels and the terribly messy fake grass. I'm not much of a big fan of mixing this (but I am a good sport about it) with what Easter's true meaning is. This shouldn't be too surprising since I feel the same way about Christmas. But something has changed how I feel, not about the gaudy commercialism, but the symbolism. And I'm now going to get gooey, mushy and sappy.
A few weeks ago I was thinking about the grand influence that Jesus has had on the world, which actually came to my mind more than once because I've been re-watching seasons of House M.D. and I just so happened to manage to get into the right season right before Easter (and Mother's Day) where House is dissing God believers left and right, and there's babies being born left and right (which is a real tear jerker for me right around this time because of the losses we've had at this time of year) and people are magically having "virgin" births and people are being raised from the dead. So the subject Jesus and birth and renewal have been creeping a lot on my mind. Despite your religious or non religious view point, despite whether you think Jesus really existed or not, you can't deny the influence he has over the world and through out time.
I don't know what it was about this thought, but it really gave me some comfort. I have to admit, this is probably the best Easter I've had in years and it's all because of the state of mind I've been in. A few days ago I asked on Facebook, what is frustration without anger called? For a very long time I've felt frustrated by my mental state, but not angry. But lately it's improved. I'd like to say that it's improved because I tried very, very hard to make it so, but it's not. Ok, maybe I tried a little, but I really owe a huge chunk to my new happy meds that have broken down some serious large, thick walls, which has in turn, improved my state. And with that I have happier thoughts coming out of my head and I tend to feel the spirit more, and that is key to today being one of the best Easters ever for me.
Feeling the spirit while singing in choir also added to today. I about lost my voice today. This morning I woke up with a sore throat (left the fan on all last might), then, while practicing, the high notes were really hurting. But God spared my voice and I got through half an hour practice, then singing six songs (SIX SONGS! With lots of high notes! If that wasn't a blessing...) I guess I'm lucky though, Becca, who sits next to me, also sang, and gave a talk, and is very pregnant, was feeling a little dizzy from all that sitting up and sitting down! Out of the three songs that only the choir sang, my favorite was "That Easter Morn", it is by far the most beautiful Easter hymn I've ever heard or sang. I really liked singing it because it's in a minor key. I love singing in minor key! It was also great with the organist's changes that really just milked the power an organ has in minor key. But each of the songs gave me goosebumps from head to toe, and I only get goosebumps like that when the spirit is really strong there presently. The primary kids also sang two wonderful numbers as well, and I honestly have never felt the spirit stronger coming from those kids than when they sang today. I know they felt it too because they sang loud, not obnoxious loud which does happen sometimes, but loud like you could see the spirit swell and spill out of them loud. It was amazing.
This is that change. Personally I'm super cynical about everything, and yes even about crappy holiday songs. And I may still not like a few songs, but today there wasn't a cynical bone in my body. Sounds sappy from a pretty down-to-Earth-do-not-show-tender-emotions-girl like me. But I felt it.
If that wasn't sappy enough for you, I went down memory lane too (complete with the glossy eyes and the ever so slight head tilt). I sat in with the primary class I taught two years ago when they were Sunbeams, while Tina taught the Easter lesson. Observing one of the girls, Ava, I remembered when *I* taught the Easter lesson to that group. Ava was so horrified when I explained that because Jesus died for us, we would die and then rise again. She said with wide eyes and a gaping mouth, "I'm going to DIE??" After class her dad picked her up and she told him, "Daddy, my teacher says...I'M GOING TO DIE!" while I was standing right there. Luckily her dad understood and thought it quite funny.
Ok, before you get stuck in that ooey gooeyness, I will admit I was a bit ornery, today. The primary kids did an outdoor Easter egg hunt today. Three of the girls from an older class (incidentally one of them, Zoe, was the older sister of Ava, and all three of the girls I had in Nursery way back when Alex and I first got married.) came running up to their teacher, Summer, to show their spoils to her. I put out my hand and demanded that each girl pay the egg tax and give me one of their eggs. Zoe pouted and handed me an egg full of jelly beans. Poor sweet Zoe did not realize I was joking until Alyssa told her it was a joke. I did give the egg back. And as much as I don't like egg hunts because they are entirely savage and unfair to little kids, I did enjoy watching them run like crazy for plastic eggs.
I'm really hoping for my sake (and the sake of my poor therapist) that I can stay like this. I'm hoping next Easter I can say that it was better than this one. And I'm hoping part of it being better is cause we'll have a tiny little baby to share it with (cross your fingers!) But I mostly hope it sticks because depression really sucks, and I don't want a sucky kind of life, I want a good life.
Oh, and if you're wondering, what is frustration without anger called? Struggle.
I'm not a lover of the "Easter Holiday" with all the eggs, creaptastic Easter Bunny, baby chicks, the pastels and the terribly messy fake grass. I'm not much of a big fan of mixing this (but I am a good sport about it) with what Easter's true meaning is. This shouldn't be too surprising since I feel the same way about Christmas. But something has changed how I feel, not about the gaudy commercialism, but the symbolism. And I'm now going to get gooey, mushy and sappy.
A few weeks ago I was thinking about the grand influence that Jesus has had on the world, which actually came to my mind more than once because I've been re-watching seasons of House M.D. and I just so happened to manage to get into the right season right before Easter (and Mother's Day) where House is dissing God believers left and right, and there's babies being born left and right (which is a real tear jerker for me right around this time because of the losses we've had at this time of year) and people are magically having "virgin" births and people are being raised from the dead. So the subject Jesus and birth and renewal have been creeping a lot on my mind. Despite your religious or non religious view point, despite whether you think Jesus really existed or not, you can't deny the influence he has over the world and through out time.
I don't know what it was about this thought, but it really gave me some comfort. I have to admit, this is probably the best Easter I've had in years and it's all because of the state of mind I've been in. A few days ago I asked on Facebook, what is frustration without anger called? For a very long time I've felt frustrated by my mental state, but not angry. But lately it's improved. I'd like to say that it's improved because I tried very, very hard to make it so, but it's not. Ok, maybe I tried a little, but I really owe a huge chunk to my new happy meds that have broken down some serious large, thick walls, which has in turn, improved my state. And with that I have happier thoughts coming out of my head and I tend to feel the spirit more, and that is key to today being one of the best Easters ever for me.
Feeling the spirit while singing in choir also added to today. I about lost my voice today. This morning I woke up with a sore throat (left the fan on all last might), then, while practicing, the high notes were really hurting. But God spared my voice and I got through half an hour practice, then singing six songs (SIX SONGS! With lots of high notes! If that wasn't a blessing...) I guess I'm lucky though, Becca, who sits next to me, also sang, and gave a talk, and is very pregnant, was feeling a little dizzy from all that sitting up and sitting down! Out of the three songs that only the choir sang, my favorite was "That Easter Morn", it is by far the most beautiful Easter hymn I've ever heard or sang. I really liked singing it because it's in a minor key. I love singing in minor key! It was also great with the organist's changes that really just milked the power an organ has in minor key. But each of the songs gave me goosebumps from head to toe, and I only get goosebumps like that when the spirit is really strong there presently. The primary kids also sang two wonderful numbers as well, and I honestly have never felt the spirit stronger coming from those kids than when they sang today. I know they felt it too because they sang loud, not obnoxious loud which does happen sometimes, but loud like you could see the spirit swell and spill out of them loud. It was amazing.
This is that change. Personally I'm super cynical about everything, and yes even about crappy holiday songs. And I may still not like a few songs, but today there wasn't a cynical bone in my body. Sounds sappy from a pretty down-to-Earth-do-not-show-tender-emotions-girl like me. But I felt it.
If that wasn't sappy enough for you, I went down memory lane too (complete with the glossy eyes and the ever so slight head tilt). I sat in with the primary class I taught two years ago when they were Sunbeams, while Tina taught the Easter lesson. Observing one of the girls, Ava, I remembered when *I* taught the Easter lesson to that group. Ava was so horrified when I explained that because Jesus died for us, we would die and then rise again. She said with wide eyes and a gaping mouth, "I'm going to DIE??" After class her dad picked her up and she told him, "Daddy, my teacher says...I'M GOING TO DIE!" while I was standing right there. Luckily her dad understood and thought it quite funny.
Ok, before you get stuck in that ooey gooeyness, I will admit I was a bit ornery, today. The primary kids did an outdoor Easter egg hunt today. Three of the girls from an older class (incidentally one of them, Zoe, was the older sister of Ava, and all three of the girls I had in Nursery way back when Alex and I first got married.) came running up to their teacher, Summer, to show their spoils to her. I put out my hand and demanded that each girl pay the egg tax and give me one of their eggs. Zoe pouted and handed me an egg full of jelly beans. Poor sweet Zoe did not realize I was joking until Alyssa told her it was a joke. I did give the egg back. And as much as I don't like egg hunts because they are entirely savage and unfair to little kids, I did enjoy watching them run like crazy for plastic eggs.
I'm really hoping for my sake (and the sake of my poor therapist) that I can stay like this. I'm hoping next Easter I can say that it was better than this one. And I'm hoping part of it being better is cause we'll have a tiny little baby to share it with (cross your fingers!) But I mostly hope it sticks because depression really sucks, and I don't want a sucky kind of life, I want a good life.
Oh, and if you're wondering, what is frustration without anger called? Struggle.
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
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My favorite dinosaur children's picture books
If you didn't know it already, I love dinosaurs, and I love children's picture books. Alex and I have a huge and still growing collection of children's picture books. There happens to be a ton of varieties of children's stories featuring dinosaurs as characters with imaginative story lines, funny twists, and amazing different illustration styles. Here are some of my favorite dinosaur picture books that I've read:
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This is a fun one, it reminds me of the Little Old Lady Who Swallowed a Fly with a cute little ending. It's really fun reading it.
We're trying to grow our Little Golden Book collection, so there's no way we'd pass up a story about T Rex! I like this one, not just for the illustration, but it's a simple rhyming story that includes accurate facts and names of dinosaurs. Warning if you read this to your children they may end up getting the rhymes stuck in their heads!
There are still tons of dinosaur books I haven't read that I want to read, like these two below. If you have a favorite dinosaur book that I didn't list above let me know and I'll read it!
This is actually a baby book, but it's still hilarious for any age. There are several books in this series, but I like this one the most because you get the anticipation more than the other books, but still they're good for the little ones.
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The idea of a baby T-Rex giving kisses and completely failing is absolutely adorable! Plus I love the unique illustrations. It's also a great example of simple inner self conflict and resolution.
I love this whole series, but these are some of my favorites. This is a series a lot like "If you give a mouse a cookie" series, fun, silly, full imagination and great illustration. There are currently 20 books in the series and someday I want to own all of them.
This is a classic dinosaur book. It was also the first book Alex read on his own when he was a child. We found the book (Alex was ecstatic!) and I completely enjoyed the innocent imagination of the story, something that is sometimes missing in newer stories.
We just got this book and love it! It is a hilarious twist on this classic story and definitely one of our favorite Mo Willems books. I won't tell you much about the twist because that would just be unfair to you!
Another classic that's been on our shelf for ages. Similar to the imaginative adventures in Danny and the Dinosaur, this dino experiences luxuries of a wealthy American family and being a baseball star.
If you have a little girl she will love this story! Who said dinosaurs were just for boys? Enjoy the tale of inviting a T-Rex to tea. I adore this one and really want to have a little girl to read this too!
Everyone loves Curious George, but when there's dinosaurs involved it's even better! Follow George's adventure of discovering a "new" kind of dinosaur and getting to name it. This book was recently featured in the Kohl's Cares book collection and came with a stuffed dinosaur, which I bought of course.
This one is funny (never mind the fact dinos and caveman were never together) twist on how the dinosaurs died out. As long as you're not a stickler about underwear stories you'll enjoy this one with your kids.
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
How to deal with friendship breakups
Thanks Aubrey for sharing this video clip:
Except for the part of bringing up old wounds, which I didn't understand but may be because I've never experienced that, this video is dead on to what happened to me and my best friend. I have honestly never felt so devastated in my life than when I lost that friendship, and it is even harder to keep the friendship severed because it was hurting both of us.
As much as I still love and cherish my friend I can't go back to the way things were. It has made me rethink my friendships with people and how treat them, I don't have it down yet, but I try to be more conscious when I make remarks to my friends or anyone, and I have been fairly good at staying away from being a mooch.
I've always felt that the more comfortable I'm around someone, the more I tend to open up my ugly side and the only way to hide that is not to get too close to people. I still have to tame the beast inside, if I don't, I'll kill every close friendship to me. So, for now, I'm a bit more reserved about having a super close friend who I feel comfortable with telling my deepest darkest secrets too (this might be a bit juvenile, but hey I've never had a new super close female best friend since I was a juvenile.)
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