Deciding on Foster/Adopt

We have touched on foster/adopting through the state before but really wanted to try to have a biological child first, then pursue that option. On our vacation, The Husband brought it up. I have always been open to it but he was more apprehensive. He feels compelled to start the process! We have chosen an agency and are slowly gathering things to set the house up to be prepared for the home study. We begin our classes next week and could not be any more thrilled! Its an amazing feeling to have the ball rolling in the right direction for once. So as we get the process started, Ill be able to update a little more often!

Where to begin? post-miscarriage vacation!

It was pretty hard after the D&C to come on her to write something. I did not want to rehash emotions that I had finally felt like I had resolved. Its crazy to feel accomplished if you made it a day without wanting to lose it. I was also in the middle of finals for school- so that wasn't a de-stresser, that's for sure! We were able to go on vacation shortly after (about two weeks) the procedure....BEST MONEY SPENT EVER! I think every couple deserves a post-miscarriage vacation.

We ended up going on a cruise...yes, I know what you're thinking.....Everyone told me how crazy we were for doing it. And YES it was Carnival. After the hell we have been through, ANYTHING would be a vacation at this point. We had a FABULOUS time! We were at sea for a day first, which turned out to be very windy and chilly from some weather passing through. The next day, we were in Key West, FL where we did a pub crawl with our dinnermates that we had met. It was one of our favorite moments of the whole week. WHAT FUN! In Freeport (bahamas) we went out on a boat and went reef snorkeling. Beautiful! In Nassau, I found a resort that was all inclusive. Best decision! The Husband and I cut loose and had a great time. Following that was another 2 days at sea before we arrived home.

It was really REALLY really needed. We needed that time away from our every day life to just stop and enjoy each other. It was great to get away, even if I did miss my pups so much. Im pretty sure The Husband even made me a towel Shiner so I had something to cuddle with.

While on vacation, Key West..mid pub crawl actually haha, my doctor (actual DOCTOR..usually it is the nurse) called to tell me the results of my pathology. We had received results and she told me them at my check-up post op, but she was not very convinced with their results. She told me she was having them run even more tests on them to make sure she could accurately give me a diagnosis. In the end, she told me that it "could" have developed into a partial polar pregnancy, as the path lab said there were parts that were questionable. She said she'd like to see me wait 3 months and then we can move along from there. I'm satisfied with this and was glad to get that call when we did. It gave The Husband and I  'permission' to relax and have fun.

So here we go!

Vacation day...oh yeah and Mother's Day too.

I thought I had prepared myself for Mother's Day this year. It's especially painful with two losses in the past year. I'm so ready for that excitement once again. Today instead of dwelling-- my dashing young (he is funny and loves me to introduce him as that) are going on a cruise! I am so ready to get out of here for a week. I'm sure going to miss our weenie dogs though! I actually did decent in school this past semester, by the grace of God. I don't know how I passed!

So just over 2 weeks I am back to normal 100%. I meant to post last week but with finals there was no way. I only bled for a couple of days at my week mark or so. It wasn't horrible but it was torture because I have to use a pad. Totally not used to all that. If you're going through it-don't google! It told me I needed to go to the ER. Take your painkillers and go to bed. By a week and a half you're doing great!:)


I'm ready to complete one of the most painful days of the year. We are all in this together. Just smile and nod if someone asks you hurtful questions or dares to tell you happy Mother's Day. Remember that they do not know your situation and your struggles. It's not always fair to hold it against them..and more importantly let those mothers around you enjoy. Though we are hurting, it doesn't not deny others from the joy.

See y'all next week!

The day after D&C

Im actually feeling pretty good, except for the little sleep I received last night. I was able to wake up and make breakfast and sit down and do the copious amount of homework Ive let build up. I am so ready for this semester to be over and ready to go on vacation. I have not taken my pain meds this morning and I feel pretty good, again just extremely tired. Thankfully The Husband is off with me until Sunday so I can get a lot of rest and a lot of homework done before Monday.

D&C

I had my D&C at 11 am on Wednesday, April 24th. I survived! I opted to have it in office under IV sedation to avoid hospital fees for the same procedure. I will say the actual procedure and the recovery has been so much easier than I had anticipated. Prior to the procedure they had me take a zofran and a Xanax. I need more than one of those things, they never control my anxiety fully. Thank goodness The Husband was in attendance and tried to help me. The worst part of the whole thing was waiting. Waiting to get called back. Waiting for the anesthesiologist. Waiting for the meds. It was very trying. I had an anxiety attack by the time I was receiving my IV. I wish The Husband had come back with me at that point. I started to cry and started sweat. I couldn't stop shaking and felt like I was going to pass out. I had not had an attack in so long I forgot how scary they are. He sent me to the operation room and I started to faint but thankfully made it to the table. He saw what was going on and was able to give me some more anti-anxiety medication prior to the sedation. The next thing I remembered was being women up and the nurse dressing me. I wore my Uggs and she couldn't get them on. I also asked her if I bled a lot and she studdered and said a lot of tissue was removed.  I remember thanking the anesthesiologist profusely for helping me. I was desperate. I got in a wheelchair some how and made it to the car. I finally got home. My sweet MIL ordered us pizza and I was able to eat! I was starved prior to the procedure so I was excited to eat. I fell asleep until 5 or so and felt way better. My pain has been under control, just as discharge and bleeding has been minimal. Rachel sent me a beautiful flower arrangement that is probably the prettiest arrangement ever. Now it's 330A and I cannot sleep for the life of me. We did get a chance to book the rest of our vacation fun, so that wads nice vacation. We have 17 days! In that 17 days I have to finish school :( it's crunch time.


The import at part is I'm ok, right now.


Here's to more waiting.

"Don't give up!"- a breakdown, adoption, West and Boston.

I had a particularly hard morning that was pleasantly coincided with The Husband calling me every so often right exactly when I needed to talk to him. One of the moms I work for had told me after I told her of this pregnancy failure to "Don't give up!" She texted me again yesterday to tell me the same thing, obviously she really means it, I guess. Though I was thrilled with a friend's first ultrasound today, I have a feeling of impending doom the closer I get to Wednesday. I am ready for this to be over. I'm ready for the headaches, nausea, weakened immune system, just everything! I'm so over all of this. I would gladly take this in a heartbeat with good reason, I am not enjoying it right now! One of the little boys I nanny for  (it was just him and I on Friday) has autism and "scripts" movies a lot. He's a one man show! Well I'm sure it came from a movie but he told me yesterday, just like his mom, "Aunt Shannon, don't give up! Really, you can do it!"  (he has an Aunt Shannon and my nephews call me that....so its just easier to go with it than continual try to explain its Mrs Shannon.) Oh mylanta.. I about lost it. How did this 6 year old little boy know exactly what I needed to hear but was scared to hear at that very moment? I hugged him so tight and told him I loved him. After that, my day kind of numbed out. I was able to function, after I pushed back a few tears.

I cam home from work on Wednesday, sick as a dog. The Husband told me that we are going to dinner since he didn't know how to make soup and I hate the canned stuff. I definitely was needing something to eat after a couple days of not having much more than juice. We went to Sweet Tomatoes and started the normal after work talks we do every day. "How was your day?" "What did you do?" It was his day off so I imagined it was full of homework and some silly shows on DVR. He told me he couldn't get anything done. I wasn't surprised because, lets be honest, he's a man! :) He finally told me he was looking up adoption all day. WOW. I have brought up adoption with him in the past, I am all for it. I have always wanted to adopt and even with this current pregnancy, we had discussed adopting for a 2nd, but he wasn't sold. I never wanted to "talk him into" adoption. Who wants to do that? I felt that brings resentment and no one needs that! We discussed a little more about what  he envisions and how he would like it to go. After our failed kin adoption in '11, he is nervous of the prospects of the child being 'taken back.' We've been burned before, I understand his concern. He would prefer to do it international, maybe domestically, but is not very interested in foster to adopt. Its a hairy thing in Texas and with him being in law enforcement, he doesn't feel safe doing it right now. I respect all of that. We are taking things step by step and have decided to figure out a plan this summer. Lord knows how long it will take me to be able to get pregnant again, if it's possible.

We were joking that we aren't good gardeners. We can plant it but we can't make it grow. Its kind of funny/sad.

I cannot write an enormously long blog and not post about the events in West, Tx and Boston. West, Tx holds a lot of memories near and dear to me. Stopping for kolaches along the way from Dallas to Austin or San Antonio. It is very painful to watch the footage and think of the ones lost in that. The evens that unfolded in Boston were insane. Luckily, The Husband worked yesterday but was home yesterday evening so we were able to sit next to each other on the couch and watch the footage of the remaining bomber being captured. It was amazing how the agencies worked together so swiftly to apprehend him. Watching it unfold and seeing the glimmer in my husband's eyes, I know he would be right in there. He is one to face the fear that others run from. He was so excited that the guys leaving the scene in Watertown received such praise. These guys do not get thanked enough for what they do. They may be the last thing you want behind you when you're speeding, but they are the first thing you want coming towards you when there is danger. I'm so thankful I married my own hero.

Keep on keepin' on..

Since all that has transposed has kind of hit us hard, we've decided to definitely go on vacation in May. It's kind of helping me cope and look forward to something. The D&C has me freaked out. Mostly the being sedated business. I don't like that! We spent all day yesterday looking at vacations and couldn't finalize anything. I think it's in between a cruise or a road trip to Colorado. I've never been to Colorado for anything but business and that'd be cool. But am I really going to be up to moving and hiking? Whatever it is, I'm just ready to get out of here!!! I'm starting to get bitter. I hate that feeling! I think it's worse because I was reading on how if it is deemed "molar" I will be put on birth control for approximately 6+ months. That's tough to swallow. I hate that idea! Trying to conceive is all. I've know for 4 years. 4 years! And now I'm supposed to stop for 6+ months?! I'm also bitter that my d&c is scheduled for two days before my first due date. Horrible timing! I feel like I just can't catch a break. I've, oddly, been able to hold it together pretty well. I don't know where this Hercules strength has come from, but I'll take it! I am almost numb to this whole thing. Again, I hate this! I hate feeling like this! And I hate feeling like just another statistic. Who knew life could be THIS hard?