Ha! Further proof that men are wrong :)

Yesterday I had an appointment with my fertility doctor down here. I had in my mind the perfect scenario of what would happen...that she would run more tests and then we could start IUI (which, in a nutshell is artificial insemination, but with Randy's stuff...That just helps it get to where it needs to go). In reality, I knew she might not have my records from Hershey, and that she may very well take the view of my last Dr...that I should just be grateful for what I have.

I prayed the entire way to the appointment. (And it was an hour and a half drive...without getting lost. However, when you get lost it takes 2 hours and 10 minutes) I walked into her office and felt completely overwhelmed. It was HUGE, much larger than at Hershey, and she is the only Dr. Hershey's was shared among 4 or 5. I thought there was no way she was really going to listen to me and my concerns.

I went back and a nursing student took my vitals (and they were wrong). Then the medical assistant came in and asked all the same questions I had already answered. They were doing some surgical procedures, so Dr. Whitman-Ella was running just a little behind. Then she came in.

The first thing I noticed was how kind her eyes were. She went over my history with me (including the cervical surgery and subsequent severe blood loss) and reviewed our test results from Hershey Med. I expressed my concern about the cervial surgery and then braced myself for her opinion that it doesn't matter, the cervix plays such a small role in the pregnancy, blah blah blah. (Which is what Dr Dodson said, and what I've seen frequently on the internet) She looked at me and said she was convinced that was the problem, and that, assuming I was ok with it, we would start IUI next cycle. Those of you who know me can attest that the fact I was rendered speechless was pretty amazing. Dr Whitman asked what fertility enhancers I wanted. She agreed with me that something would be a good idea to increase the chances of it working by producing more eggs, and that it does increase the quality of the eggs. I told her whatever it was, I wanted it low dose, since I do produce eggs on my own. She agreed.

She got called into surgery at that point. But she took the time to explain the IUI protocol to me, and asked if I had any questions. At no point did I feel even a little rushed. I did ask her what could I do to increase the chances of the procedure working, aside from taking pre-natals. Then I waited for her to tell me that my weight was an issue (Remember...the other doctor said he didn't really want to touch me until I lost 20 pounds. I never went back on Weight Watchers) She looked at me and said to do accupuncture, then changed her mind because of the bleeding disorder, so she suggested Yoga. She basically just told me to relax. She said she saw no need for me to worry about losing weight; that while I'm not at the ideal weight, it's not enough to hinder my fertillity. I could have kissed her. Trish wants to bake a cake for her. This woman is so kind. Her assistant came in and reviewed the IUI protocol with me (Back on Clomid, oh joy).

I left the office in tears, I was so happy. I feel a huge sense of relief. I know I've been saying that I knew I would have another baby, but deep down, I was so terrified that I wouldn't be able to carry my own child. I have nothing against adoption (without it, who knows where Randy would be), but I really wanted to be pregnant again, and to experience being happy about the 2nd line. I hadn't realized how much hope I had lost until I had it back. I am so thankful that I found Dr Whitman. Who knew? All the research I did on Dr Dodson, and I hated him, but assumed his physician skills made up for his lack of bedside manner. I found Dr Whitman on the internet, and did little research beyond her certifications and success rates. I am so thankful that I've found her. She and her staff are so amazingly wonderful.

There aren't words

Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, For thou art with me- Psalm 23

May we never forget. Rest peacefully, Angie

Can't I just read fast?

So I'm at the library today. Every 3 days I'm in there returning books and checking out new ones (You can only check out 3 by the same author at a time, and I'm in a GREAT series) So the librarian says something about how I should finish the books before I bring them back.... I told her I do finish them. She says "Oh, do you just scan over them?" "Um, no, I read them" "You must have nothing to do" "Well, my house is clean, everyone stays taken care of, I just read fast" "You mean you speed read" "well, no, I absorb it all, I've just always been a fast reader" "You must not have a life" "Yes, I hve a very full one" "Do you watch TV?" "No" So then she smiles and says "I didn't think so" *sigh I mean, really, I just can't make this stuff up.

In the past week and a half, I have not slept more than 4 hours in any given night. If anything, I *might* doze off for about 10 minutes while Wyatt's in school, but it's not like I get a nap. I cut back on coffee. (I tried to totally cut it out....HA!) I only drink one cup a day, maybe 2, and never after noon. And I don't consume any other caffeine. I don't get it. I was drinking 2-4 cups, usually one around 3. I'm thinking maybe cutting back the caffeine may be why I can't sleep. I mean, I am left handed. I tend to do things backwards.

I can't wait to get back on Weight Watchers. I'm waiting until Randy is here and I do the major grocery shopping to switch. I felt so much better. And I'm definitely looking forward to the water yoga class 2 days a week. I just can't wait to have that relaxing time, and it can only make me feel better :) Heyyy...that should cancel out me not totally giving up coffee, right? I'm gonna say yes :)

I talked to one of the moms in Wyatt's class. She goes to the same church we do. She is so nice. I'm so excited. And this Sunday, Gary Chapman, author of The Five Love Languages will be there. Woot!

Soooo not in Kansas anymore

I just dropped my dad off at the airport. Now, keep in mind that I grew up in the DC area. To me, and airport is not a building...it's a complex. You have to choose one of 6 lanes to get to where you need to go. And you know that scene in National Lampoons where Clark says "Look kids...Parliment" over and over? That's what it's like with the terminal. Not so down here. If you don't pay attention, you miss THE turn into the airport. Thats right, kids. The one and only turn. There's one lane. I literally drove in one circle, stopping long enough to let my dad out in front of the terminal. (Yes, I put it in park and everything...I did more than just slow down and give him the boot) I didn't get lost even once trying to get in and out. I'm amazed. Last time I was at Regan National, it seemed like weeks before I figured out where I was going, with a couple of wrong turns along the way...and that wasn't even my first time there.

Wyatt's doing so much better with the schedule in the mornings. He's getting ready on time, with some to spare. Most of that was me figuring out what to allow and what to put my foot down on. He's supposed to have his first practice soccer practice tonight, but there's no coach, so I don't know if they are still going ot have it.

Randy left this morning for PA. There was an issue he needed to take care of, and he's just going to stay until settlement, which was changed from September 1 to Sept 17. This has been the most frustrating process. I'm so sick of calling people and changing things. I feel like that's all I'm doing. But, there is a reason for it all, and I'm trying to be patient. Easier said than done though.

I know, I know. I'm sorry!

I haven't written in about 2 weeks. I'm sorry! I'm a terrible blogger. We haven't settled on the house in PA yet (grrr) so we haven't been able to do some stuff down here...like get internet. So for now I'm using Verizon Wireless for internet and it STINKS!

Wyatt has started his school (He's been going for 2 weeks now) He goes to Laurence Manning Academy, and he LOVES it. Homework...well, that he's not so thrilled with. I don't have the heart to tell him it gets harder than tracing and coloring. We've finally figured out our afternoon routine. When he gets home he gets half hour to do whatever, then he sits down to do homework. At first I was having him do homework right away, and that was NOT working. This new routine seems to work well. Let's hope it stays that way!

Mornings....ahhh....mornings are NOT easy in our house. Unless, of course, I want to sleep in. Then he's up at the crack of dawn. But on a school day, I have to drag him out of bed. I thought I had at least 10 years until I had to deal with this kinda stuff!

Wyatt has a loose tooth :) He's so cute, now every book that he checks out of the library is about loose teeth. They get to check out a book, bring it home, and once they read it to mom or dad, it goes back and a new one comes home. Apparently our library has a lot of books about loose teeth.

Wyatt's school's athletic logo is an orange paw. Wyatt now insists that we be fans of Clemson, since they have the same orange paw. *Sigh* He really is growing up so fast, but I didn't expect to have his college picked out already!

Randy is down here. Originally he wasn't going to be here until after settlement, but his last day of work came and went, and settlement didn't, so....here he is :)

Alright, I must go nudge the boy. More like jump on his bed, since that's what it takes to wake him up.

Well, hello there....

Remember me? I'm that crazy lady who is supposed to write in this thing every day, and has failed miserably lately. BUT I have an excuse. It's been crazy busy trying to get in all our good byes.

The trailer is packed. (Yes, I'm towing a trailer for 10 hours....wish me luck!!!) Everything is ready to go. Except me, I think. Don't get me wrong, I'm excited, but still just a little nervous.

I mde myself wake up at 3am, so hopefully, around 1 I can lay down for a little bit and get in a decent nap. Wyatt and I should be leaving around 6 this evening. I figured that should work...we will cross the state line, stop for a quick dinner, and then we *should* be at our new house about 4 am. Any later, and I'm afraid he wouldn't go back to sleep. I've added in time for coffee stops. (I won't forget about the coffee!!!) So, we will see how a 10 hour trip goes with 3 dogs and a 5 year old (Did I already ask you to wish for luck for me?)

I don't really feel like I'm *ready* to leave, I just want to get the drive over with. I mean, I am ready, but I don't know that emotionally I am. I just have so many friends here, and I feel like I'm too old to start over.

I can't believe parent orientation for Wyatt's school is TOMORROW. Wow. He's going to be IN SCHOOL. I will have no excuse for not updating my blog then. Although, I'm sure I'll be able to come up with some :)

Ahhhhhh

Well, yesterday, at 1800 hours, I took off my steel toed boots, to never have to put them on again. From here on out, nothin' but flip flops, baby! And, lemme tell you, my piggies are loving it :)

There is totally other stuff I can type about, but I can't think of it at the moment.

I can't believe in ONE WEEK Wyatt, the dogs, and I will be on the way to SC. There's really not much left. I did a lot of cleaning today, so a quick touch up Tuesday, plus packing all my & Wyatt's clothes. We are paying someone to come clean the carpets once all the furniture is out. It seems kinda surreal. I have something going on every day until we leave. I'm trying to cram all the goodbyes in. How do people in the military do this all the time?

On the bright side, thanks to the internet, I already "know" a few people where we are going. And I know it will help that Wyatt is going to be in school. I am SO gonna be a PTA mom. I just wanna make friends!