It Flew By …

It’s a shock that maternity leave is over and I’m back at work.  I don’t know how it happened so fast.  I know why I’ve neglected this space – I’ve been under a spell cast by this guy:

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We had a wonderful time with my family over the Christmas holidays.  We spent a lot of time with my folks and my brother and his family.  Troy had to work quite a bit so we weren’t able to be together as a family as much as we would’ve liked.  Davie discovered she LOVES to open presents.  It doesn’t matter what the present is, she just loves opening them.

Troy’s family couldn’t come – in fact, we haven’t seen them since the day Isaiah was born.  Troy’s mom Marilyn married a year after we did.  Her husband has two adult twin daughters, one who lives with them (both are single).  Both of the girls have been in and out of the hospital through the holidays and one is still in.  We tried to go see them twice but both times they called and cancelled.  I know it’s been a really stressful time for them but I hate it that Marilyn is missing out on Isaiah.  Troy is her only child and Davie and Izzy are her only grandchildren.  We’re hoping everyone’s health improves and we’ll all be able to get together soon!

Maternity leave was a dream.  Days flew by – Isaiah and I would get up in the morning and nurse, and I would smell his head while he slept on my chest, and somehow it would suddenly be two in the afternoon.  I cooked every dinner, had a clean house and all the laundry caught up.  I even caught up a bit on the DVR!  Isaiah seems to like the Property Brothers  but he sleeps through Lost Girl and Supernatural.  He’s not a fantasy/sci-fi guy yet, I guess. 🙂

I got all kinds of crafty during leave.  Mom and I started making wreaths with geo mesh.  It’s so fun!  I LOVE having a creative outlet.  I even gave up couponing for the whole two months!  It was so much more fun to snuggle with my Squishy and be artistic.  I could really get used to being a stay-at-home mom, if only we could afford it.

Davie is adjusting pretty well.  She adores Izzy and loves all over him – then she gets bored and wants to put him away in the toy box.  She’s still a baby herself and needs some good one-on-one time with each of us every day.  It seems impossible she will be three in just a few weeks!  She seems so smart and grown-up already.  We are working hard on potty-training.  She loves to go potty, but then she’ll get into playing and forget to tell us she needs to go.  So for now, we’re still using Pull-Ups but we’ve got to have her completely trained by the start of the school year in August.  It’s a requirement for the 3-year-old class.

Coming  back to work was easier this time since my folks are just 15 minutes away from our house and they are watching Isaiah and Davie.  Still, I have weepy days where I can barely bear to leave him.  Especially since he will most likely be our last, which is a whole other (debatable) topic.  It helps getting texts and pics from mom during the day.

Breastfeeding has been so much easier this time.  With Davie, I had a vaginal birth, but it took 10 days for my milk to come in.  I pumped constantly and we used the PSS system and tried everything, but I dried up at four months.  This time, even though I had a c-section, I had milk the day he was born!  Of course we supplement and the majority of his intake is formula, but he loves the boobie and I love the bonding time.  I’m so grateful it’s been so much easier this go ’round.

As a family, we seem to be falling into a new routine.  As long as I have lunches made and clothes laid out for everyone and we all get baths the night before, mornings seem to go smoothly.  I get up, nurse Isaiah, then get ready for work and get Izzy changed, dressed and in his carrier.  Troy gets ready and dresses Davie in the clothes I’ve laid out, then he takes the kids to my folks’.  I pick them up after work, start dinner, and get their bags re-stocked for the next day, lay out clothes and pack lunches.  When Troy gets home he helps me finish dinner and clean up.  Then the kids get baths and sometimes we do, too.

The only bad thing about routine is that it makes the days fly by so fast!  Davie and Isaiah are just so cute and fastinating and wonderful.  I want these days to last.

38 Weeks

Yesterday I went to see Dr. Breen for my 38 week appointment.

I have to admit, as nostalgic as I’ve been about the end of this pregnancy, the side effects are finally getting to me.  I haven’t been in charge of my right arm in almost a month.  I don’t remember the last time I slept more than an hour at a stretch.  I’d love to eat dinner – and not have to burp it up for the next twelve hours.  I’m about ready to put in an eviction notice. 🙂

But – still no signs whatsoever of labor.  The baby is still floating freely (not engaged in the birth canal) and there is no dilation or effacement.  I had thought the plan was that if I wasn’t showing signs of labor by now, we were going to plan a c-section.  But I think we might be victims of Dr. Breen’s holiday plans.  He has decided to give me until Wednesday, Dec. 4th to see what happens.  It just so happens, he is out of town starting tomorrow until Sunday.  Coincidence…?  Hmm.

But that’s ok.  If there’s still any chance I can have him vaginally, I’ll take it!  Dr. Breen has discussed my case with all of his colleagues.  If I go into labor before next Wednesday, I’m to go to the hospital immediately and they will re-assess at that time if I can try vaginally or if they should go straight to c-section.  They have decided that they will not try any interventions – no vacuum, no forceps.  If he doesn’t slide out on his own, it’s back to c-section.

So, if I don’t go into labor today, I definitely don’t want to before next Sunday when Dr. Breen is back!  If I go in Wednesday the 4th and show no signs of labor, the c-section will probably be Friday the 6th or Monday the 9th.  The baby’s due date is Dec. 8th, so that’s just about right.  Once next Wednesday rolls around, it’s really like the clock is off.  Since there’s no chance of a vaginal delivery after that, we might as well let him cook ’til he’s ready.

So that’s where we’re at with the pregnancy!  I think we’ve got everything else ready.  The house has been scrubbed top to bottom.  the car seat is adjusted to newborn and the bases are installed in the cars.  Troy, the baby and I all have bags packed.  There’s a plan in place for Davie.  Last Saturday mom and I went to Target and bought enough groceries for a week’s worth of meals, Thanksgiving dinner for the whole family, and a big snack bag for Troy and I to take to the hospital when I’m in labor.  With coupons and deals, I saved $105! 🙂  I think I could’ve saved more if I had gone to Walmart and HEB and gotten some things there, but I knew I didn’t have the energy for it, so spending a little more to get everything in one place was worth it.  Plus, we got an extra turkey at $0.50/lb for Christmas.  So we’re ahead of the game!

Saturday evening Troy, Davie, mom, dad and I put up our tree and decorated the house for Christmas.  It finally got cold here in Austin – down to the 30’s at night! – and it felt so Christmasy! 🙂  We even lit a fire in the fireplace.  The house seems so warm and cozy!  I just love it!  I made potato soup one night and chicken & dumplings the next. 

Mom came back Sunday to help me finish.  We also wrapped all the presents I have bought so far and gathered up all the props I’d like to use for newborn pics of Isaiah and Christmas pics with Davie and Isaiah together.  It’s so good to have everything done!  I couldn’t have done it without my folks.

I don’t know why it’s still so hard to call the baby by his name.  I guess it’s the infertile in me, terrified that if I give him a name he won’t come to be.  Even now, on the verge of his birth, I know the risks, the chances that things may not turn out the way we plan or hope.  I’m trusting in my doctors, trusting in the Lord, but I still get scared.  Oh Lord, please help my faith grow strong.  Please bring my son, your creation, safely into this world.  Thank you for the time we have had together.  It is so precious.  Amen.

 

36 Weeks

Four weeks to go.  Just a month!  It still seems unreal that another human being will be part of our family in a month.  Strange to be here … the end always seemed so far away, and still does, really.

I had my regular OB appointment with Dr. Breen on Monday.  Everything looks fine with the baby, and there are no signs of impending labor.  I’m fine with that.  Although I am truly starting to feel uncomfortable, I want to savor every last minute.  I want him to be fully ready to be born.  And for selfish reasons, it would be great to get a couple more paychecks and paid-time-off in the banks.

After I saw Dr. Breen, I went to the perinatologist for an Estimation of Fetal Weight ultrasound.  It was fun to see the baby again.  I can’t feel him as much now, his movements are smaller and seem less frequent.  I’m sure it’s just because he’s squished in there.  But looking at him on the screen, it looked like he was all over the place!  They estimated his weight to be 8lbs, 8oz, but that’s just an estimate.  I think he’s doing just fine and I’m still hoping my body starts labor on it’s own.  I was induced with Davie Ann, and I had a wonderful birth experience.  I’d just like to have the experience of going into labor for the experience of it – with plenty of time to get to the hospital and get an epidural before it really hurts, of course. 😉

Financially, it’s starting to seem all too real.  Each month gets a little tighter.  First, I stopped working my part-time job in May.  Then I started having to take unpaid FMLA days during the worst of the hyperemesis.  We began to run up credit cards and watched our savings dwindle.  It’s going to be a lean Christmas.  I’ve got Davie all taken care of, but I still need to buy for my nieces and nephews.  I’ll be on 66% salary for 8 weeks after the baby is born (short term disability), so we’re just going to have to be more careful than ever.  Troy has been taking overtime shifts whenever he can, but his job doesn’t offer it very often.  But every little bit helps.

Davie’s surgery went really well.  It was so fast!  It seemed almost as fast as they took her back to surgery they were carrying her into us in the recovery room.  She was a little fussy the next two days, but as long as we gave her children’s Motrin she would bounce right back to her happy self.  So far, knock on wood, there have been no colds or infections. 

This weekend we will get our maternity pictures done!  I’m hopeful everything will turn out all right this time.  It was so heartbreaking to lose out on all of our maternity pictures from my pregnancy with Davie.  We had a private photographer come to the house who was advertising with our local “mom’s group.”  She had a huge story about losing an infant son to a horrible heart defect (Tetralogy of Fallot), and how in the years since she had turned to maternity and infant photography as a comfort.  We paid her and she came out and took pictures – and disappeared.  She stayed in touch by email, so I thought the pictures were coming, and didn’t know to get them re-done.  We didn’t realize we’d been had until after Davie was born and it was too late.  Now I only have 5 or 6 pictures of myself pregnant with her.  It was such a horrible heartbreak to lose those memories – but even more heartbreaking that she used the tragic death of her son to swindle people.

But now, we’ll get to try again with Davie IN the pictures!  We’re going to wear the same clothes we wore for Davie’s maternity pictures, but this time we’re getting them done at Penney’s.  I hope Davie behaves and they turn out!

Our second big goal this weekend is to get all the carpets shampooed.  I can’t wait to get it done – because the following weekend we’re going to decorate for Christmas!  I’m so excited!  I LOVE Christmas decorations.  They’re so warm and inviting.  I know it’s early, but I really wanted to get it done before the baby comes.  I want to use some of the decorations as props in his newborn photos, so it’ll be good to get everything out. 

I need to download pics from my phone.  I’ll try to post some tonight.  I have the cutest little video of Davie singing her two favorite songs, “I Have A Little Turtle” and “ABC”.  Of course, she’s mostly nekkid in it, but that seems to be her natural state. 🙂  Oh!  We’ve had two successful pees in the potty!  I’m hoping she’s really starting to get interested in it!

35 Weeks

Tomorrow will be 35 weeks.  But tomorrow Davie Ann gets tubes in her ears, so I think that will trump any incubation news.

Not much new to report on that front, anyways.  His movements are smaller (must be getting crowded in there), but reassuringly regular.  Sleep has gotten more difficult – it’s almost exhausting trying to sleep.  I can only lie on my side, and my hips and lower back give me at most two hours before the pain wakes me up and I begin the arduous process of rolling over.  My bladder is the same – I get about two hours at a time before I have to go again – but it’s not necessarily synched up with the hip/back pain.  That would be way too convenient.  I’ve also picked up a symptom I had with Davie – my fingers, hands, wrists and sometimes my whole arm will go numb.  Usually the arm I’m lying on when I’m on my side.  That wakes me up pretty quickly.  It’s weird to wake up and not be able to use my fingers for a minute or two.

If all that wasn’t enough to keep me awake, pregnancy-induced insomnia has made for some interesting late night moments.  It’s so strange to wake up at 2am and not be able to fall back asleep for an hour or two.  My mind is tired, but it’s busy.  My body is exhausted, but twitchy and achy.  Usually a hot bath helps a lot.

But all of this is temporary, passing, and insignificant.  Despite the symptoms and all appearances, it doesn’t seem real that I’m growing a human being.  You’d think since we have a daughter I’d be able to wrap my mind around it all.  But it still doesn’t seem like there will be another person in our home at the end of this.  How could we be that lucky, that blessed?  Who are we to have our prayers answered – not once, but twice? 

In these final weeks, I’m feeling more emotion, more nostalgia.  I’m not afraid like I was with Davie.  I feel the reassurance of his movements, I know what the aches and pains are, so I’m not scared every day that he’s gone.  Even with the discomforts I’m enjoying being pregnant.  Being capable of being pregnant.  I am lucky.

And there is the knowledge that this is the last time.  I’ll never be pregnant again.  I’ll never feel life move inside me.  I’ll never carry my baby around with me everywhere I go.  In less than two months, we’ll be two separate beings forever.  I’ll never be so completely enmeshed in another again.

There are so many reasons I’ll never be pregnant again.  This pregnancy was brutal for a long time.  The hyperemesis gravidarum is hard to explain … it consumed my entire being, physically and mentally.  It was hard on my family, my husband and my daughter.  To be pregnant again would mean leaving this baby behind, too.  It wreaked havoc on my work relationships and our finances.  Not to mention the obvious – I’m already 42.  If I get to breast feed, it’ll be at least a year before we can try again, and it took us 3 1/2 years to get Davie and another 2 years for this one.  I don’t know if this old body can handle a pregnancy at 44 or 45!  And even if we were lucky – how frickin’ old will I be when that last kid graduates?!? 

Not to mention, our fertility insurance coverage is all gone.  Only … suddenly, it’s back.  Troy’s insurance is making another global policy change, from United to a version of BCBS, so everyone starts over from scratch.  It’s not as great – it’s a lifetime maximum of $15,000.  Just one try for us.  With ICSI, a fresh cycle costs us about $12,000 a pop.  And with eggs like mine, it’s unlikely we would produce a viable fetus. 

But it does put embryo donation back on the table.  I like the idea of being to carry our adopted baby.  And we still feel a pull in our hearts toward adoption, although all of our focus was on foster-to-adopt.  But the truth is, it’s rare to be able to adopt an infant through the foster system.  Much more common is heartache and loss.  I understand, I really do, that the true purpose of fostering is to facilitate a reunion between child and parents.  I have to admit, my heart isn’t in that.  I want our child to stay with us forever.  And of course I worry that our extended families may not love and accept our adopted child(ren) as they do our biological ones.

Maybe it’s time to “resolve.”  Time to appreciate the two we are blessed with and not ask for more.  I feel a pull towards that peace.  To know our journey to grow our family is forever complete, to fully revel in what we have, to let go finally of the heartache of the journey (whether through IF treatments or adoption).  I think this is where Troy is, and I want to respect him. 

As this pregnancy draws near to the end, I am so excited to meet this new person who will change our lives.  I can’t imagine ever being as deeply immersed in and in love with another human being as we are with Davie Ann.  I know it all changes when they come, the love grows, it just doesn’t seem imaginable now.  I also find myself grieving the ones we lost along the way.  From our first miscarriage before we got pregnant with Davie ’til this very pregnancy where we lost a twin at 8 weeks – or even the other two embryos that didn’t take at all; whether it simply wasn’t God’s time, or my body failed them, or my eggs were too old … whatever the reason, they were wanted and loved.  I hope they know, I hope they know. 

This is long and rambling with no real resolution.  I think I’m just in a process, evolving.  To the next step, whatever it may be.  And whatever it is, may it bring peace.

34 Weeks

I.  Am.  So.  Tired.

Things are going good, moving right along.  It just seems I am so tired by about 2pm every day.  I think pregnancy insomnia has a lot to do with it.  My back hurts a lot and my left hip and leg often goes AWOL.  But everything is going great with the pregnancy and that makes me super happy.

My dad got a job in the ministry!  A real answer to prayer for us.  He is preaching part-time for a little church not far from us in Milano, Texas.  Of course we will stay with our church in Georgetown.  We really love our church and Sunday School class, as well as the marriage class we go to on Wednesday nights.  And Davie goes to school there Tues., Wed. and Thurs.  But once a month or so, we will go to Milano to worship at dad’s church and hear him speak.  Last Sunday we went, and the people were so welcoming and friendly!  They really seem to adore dad.  I’m so happy for my folks.

Davie is sick again. 😦   Last Friday about 2am she came into our bedroom crying, coughing and choking, then bent over and threw up.  I put her in bed with me and she was burning up.  It was a long night. 😦  As soon as they opened I called the pediatrician and took her in.  Turns out it’s not her ears this time – this time she has a viral chest infection.  They put her on steroids, antibiotics and breathing treatments.  It helped for a day or two, then we were back in the dr’s office on Monday when her fever came back.  They took an x-ray to rule out pneumonia and it came back clear, which is a relief.  We’ve just gotta get her well before they put the tubes in her ears next Tuesday!

Thursday we’re going to our church in Georgetown after work to help with the annual Fall Festival and Trunk or Treat.  Davie is going as a pink sock monkey.  I hope it’s cool enough so she can wear the costume (and that she’s feeling good)!  My mother-in-law made her a beautiful sparkly black and orange tutu, so if it’s too hot for the sock monkey we’ll just put her in the tutu. 🙂

I had a great couponing trip to Walmart this weekend.  I got $270 worth of groceries for $113.  I was really happy!  I should note, though, that I didn’t get two of the most expensive items, diapers and meat.   My total would’ve been much higher if I’d gotten those items this trip, but we had just gotten a great deal on diapers on Amazon Mom Subscribe & Save, and we got a great deal on fresh chicken from Zaycon.  If they deliver to your area, you can’t beat their quality and price for fresh chicken! 

I’ve been finding cannisters of Similac formula on mark-down at Target, from $17 down to $11.45.  I signed up on the Similac website before Davie, and occasionally we get $5 coupons from them, which make the discounted cannisters only $6.45.  The expiration date is 2015, and we’ll use them up by then!  It feels good to finally be stocking up on formula.  We’ve got a good stash of diapers going, so pretty much all that’s left for me to get is sensitive-skin bath wash, powder and lotion.

Oh my gosh, thank God it’s almost 4:30.  Just 15 minutes to go, then I’ll pick up Davie.  Hopefully I can get her in bed by 8:30 – if I can last that long!

32 Weeks

We have about 8 weeks to go.  How surreal.  That’s four paychecks.  Eight weeks’ worth of accrual of paid time off to add to my maternity leave.  Why does it all seem to be happening so fast all of the sudden?

Well, we took Davie to see the pediatric ENT (ear, nose & throat) specialist last Thursday.  He was really thorough and did a hearing test, among other things.  He felt like he would support us if we wanted to be conservative and wait a while to put in tubes, but his recommendation was to be more aggressive and go ahead and schedule the procedure.

Troy and I decided to give it four weeks.  TWO DAYS LATER, Saturday morning, she woke screaming that her ear hurt and holding her left ear.  I rushed her to the pediatrician and shots and antibiotics followed.  Raging ear infection in the left ear, and inflammation in the right.  Well, there was my answer.  Monday I called and scheduled the tube procedure, which will be on Nov. 5th.  Fortunately she’s already on the mend and has been to school and is doing great.

I, on the other hand, and falling apart.  Literally, like the zombies on the Walking Dead.  Every morning I wake up and another part has rotted off and come loose.  Who’s idea was it to attempt pregnancy in our 40’s??  Seriously, WHY was this a good idea??

Ok, so it’s not that bad.  I’m actually having some of the same issues I had with Davie.  A lot of round ligament pain and cramping on the left front side.  My lower back constantly burns.  My left leg, though, often goes numb and ignores orders from my brain.  I’ll be standing by the passenger side of the car, mentally ording my left leg to bend and put my in the car, and it just sits there for a good 10-15 seconds before it sloppily and reluctantly obeys.  I just have to stand up slow and test the waters before taking off.

I talked to the OB about it, and he recommended physical therapy and chiropractic care, which is what I did with Davie Ann.  After a chiropractic visit, I would feel really good for the rest of the day, but the symptoms would come back a day or two later.  And as soon as Davie was born, all the symptoms went away.  So I think I’m just gonna grin and bear it.  It’s uncomfortable but not miserable, and it’s just for 8 more weeks or so.  It’ll save me a lot of time off from work and co-pays to just ride it out.

Tomorrow Mom, Davie and I are all going to get our hair cut and colored (no color for Davie, of course).  We’re going to a good friend of Mom’s up by Waco, about an hour and a half drive from us.  Her name is Puff, which cracks me up.  She’s really, really good and we’re so lucky to get to go to her!  I can’t wait to hide all my white streaks! 

It’s been so much cooler and rainy here in Austin.  The rain is a novelty for us!  And by cooler, I mean in the 70’s, which is such a nice change from the 100 degree summer.  I’m a sunshine girl all the way, but it’s nice to get to wear some clothes I don’t normally get to pull out of the closet. 

I should pretend to get some work done. 🙂  Have a great weekend!

28 Weeks

I don’t know what happened to Week 27!  Some how it slipped by!

Today is officially the start of Week 28, otherwise known as the Third Trimester.  It seems surreal to be here, almost like I’m watching it happen to someone else.  It’s hard to wrap my mind around the idea that this is real for me, even as I feel him wiggle and kick.  It’s been a long road here, and yet it seems like it just started.  I think it’s because so many months were a blur of sickeness in between, it seems like I’ve gone straight from the FET in March through some weird dream state then just woke up in the third trimester all of the sudden.

Yesterday I had the day off.  My mom is Davie’s daycare provider, but she had to have a root canal started.  So I took Davie with me to my 28 week OB appt and glucose tolerance test.  I don’t know the results yet, but I’m glad the test is over!  Davie was such a good girl.  That’s a long time for a toddler to sit still!  The OB and his staff had fun seeing her since they delivered her 2 1/2 years ago. 

After the appointment we took a long nap, then my girlfriend Melissa came over.  We mainlined as many Dexter episodes as we could fit in between playing with Davie.  The series finale is next Sunday, and we wanted to be sure we could watch it live so we don’t accidentally end up seeing the ending on TV Monday.  Troy came home and we had sour cream enchiladas for dinner.  He makes the most amazing sour cream chicken enchiladas with refried beans!  We were so stuffed afterwards we couldn’t even eat our Ben & Jerry’s!

On Sunday, we finally officially joined our church!  Mom, Dad, my nephew Cayle, hubby Troy, Davie Ann and I all joined.  It felt wonderful to join as a family.  The church was so welcoming.  It really feels like home!

Troy and I have been to one marriage enrichment class at the church last Wednesday.  It was so enlightening!  It talks about how to improve communication in a marriage.  I feel like we’ve already learned so much!  The class is every Wed. evening for the next six weeks.  Even Troy is interested!  It’s been a great way to really get to know other couples in the church, too.  And Davie Ann always loves a sleep-over with Nana and Pop. 🙂

In sad news, we sold Daisy, my 1979 VW bus.  OMG, I love that thing.  But, it hasn’t been running since before Davie was born, and hard as we tried, we just couldn’t afford to have the engine rebuilt.  I did some research on thesamba.com, a website where folks sell all things vintage VW, and settled on a price of $5000.  I found lots of non-running buses for sale around the same year, but most are on the East or West coast, and have a lot of body damage due to rust from the sea air.  So I picked a price right in the middle, which is about half of what we’ve put into it (inculding buying it), but I knew we’d never get back what we’d spent on it so far and really, it was my sentimental price.  I figured it was a starting point, and if anyone was interested, they could make an offer and we could negotiate.  If there were no offers, I figured we could try lowering the price, or maybe it would just be a sign we should hold onto it until we could afford to have the engine rebuilt.

What I really didn’t expect was the hostility my ad engenered.  I got calls, emails and texts berating me for the starting price I chose.  An older man in Florida took the time to call and berate me for my stupidity.  Another told me since I had obviously missed a period in my ad, he’d be glad to come drag her away if we’d pay HIM $500!  No one bothered to make an offer or come see her, they just started straight in with what a stupid woman I was!  Not anything I had expected at all! 

Daisy had been listed on thesamba.com and on Craigslist since the beginning of June, so I pretty much figured we’d be fixing her up next year.  But last week I got a text asking if a guy could come by and look at the bus.  I told him it was open and he was welcome to go by and take a look, and he could let me know if I was interested.  To my shock, a few hours later I got a text asking me if I would consider an offer of $4000 “plus visiting rights”, which I found totally charming!

The next day Troy and I met with the guy, who is a VW enthusiast through and through.  He had just finished rebuilding just the right engine to go in Daisy!  He was amazed that all of her interior was still vintage, and she had a solid body with very little rust.  She has some vintage parts (an original VW air conditioner, one of the very firstever built), that is worth more than the whole VW!  He just gushed over her and told us all his plans for restoring her, and promised he would bring her back so I could see her after all his work is done. 

So, Daisy has gone to a new home.  If she had to go, I couldn’t have asked for a better buyer.  Such a perfect answer to prayer.  I can’t wait to see her all restored to all her original glory.  Troy and I have tucked away the $4000, and in March we’ll add some of our tax refund to it and will head to Kia to see if we can afford payments on a new (to us) minivan.

Lastly, Troy’s mom Marilyn and his step-sister Sharon came down and stayed with us Friday night and most of Saturday.  It was a really good visit.  Davie and Marilyn had some great bonding time.  Sharon and Troy got to go shooting together (they are both enthusiasts).  We all got to talk together a bit about the baby’s name.  I’m hoping that understanding why we chose his name and what it means to us will help smooth over some of the hurt we didn’t know Marilyn was harboring over Davie’s name.  Over all, a really good, happy visit.

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