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.


21 Weeks

Tomorrow I’ll be 21 weeks.  I can feel Newt move a lot more often now, usually a few times a day.  Every few days I’ll even be lucky enough to feel a kick on the outside, which thrills me to no end.  I’m constantly feeling myself up, hoping for one of those precious nudges.

Friday the Alere home health nurse helped me lower my Zofran dose to 0.600.  Such a small change, but a big difference in how I feel.  I’ve been much more nauseous and exhausted.  I’m struggling to eat and drink.  I’ve lost 4lbs since Friday.

I’m trying to stick with it, though.  Although I do feel crappy, it’s not as bad as it was at first.  I can still get up and bathe and even help around the house.  I really, really want to get off this pump!  Today is really the test.  If I can make it through today at work, I can probably stick out this dose until it gets better.  But if today is really hard, or I have to leave work, I’ll probably ask to go back up to 0.660. 😦  The A/C was out in the office this morning, and the heat just zapped me.  It’s back up now, though, and I’ve been drinking tea and water, so I’m starting to get a little energy back.

Overall, it was a good weekend, though.  We rested a lot, and just enjoyed playing with Davie.  She’s just so frickin’ funny!  She LOVES swimming, flip flops and sidewalk chalk.  In that order. 😉  Late Saturday afternoon we met up with my folks at their local rec center and took Davie swimming for a couple of hours, then we ate dinner together (Troy made sour cream chicken enchiladas.  He’s a pro at it!). 

Saturday night was rough – I had trouble sleeping and kept having to get up to pee or dry hearve.  I was so tempted to cancel going to church in the morning.  But I made a promise that when the hypermemsis let up, we were going to make it routine to go to church every Sunday!  You’d think being a preacher’s daughter, it would already be habit.  But Troy and I moved a lot after we got married, and we’d go here and there, but never invested fully in one church.  Last Sunday we went to First Baptist Church in Georgetown, where my parents live.  We actually live 15 minutes away in Hutto, but it’s close and I really want to go as a family.  Plus, my brother and his family live in Georgetown.  He travels a lot for his work, and my parents and us really want to make it a habit to pick my nephews and take them with us every Sunday.  Lastly, Davie is starting school this August at First Baptist Church Georgetown, and I wanted to her already be used to going there so it wouldn’t be scary for her.  She’ll go to school Tues, Wed and Thurs from 9-2.

Last Sunday Troy, Davie and I went together (Mom and Dad were visiting another church where my dad was preaching for a pastor who was out), and it was a bit of a disaster.  Davie was distraught when we dropped her off in the nursery, and was still sobbing when we picked her up.  This week, I rallied and got myself out of bed, and even put a roast in the crock pot for lunch before church.  We picked up Mom (Dad was preaching at another church again).  What a difference!  Davie still had a hard time being dropped off, but right after we left they had playground time, and apparently that did the trick!  When we picked her up from the nursery, she was SO excited and happy!  She was munching goldfish and had a picture of Noah’s Ark she had put stickers on.  She tried so hard to tell us all about the story of Noah’s Ark!  She was so excited, waving her arms around and talking about boats and building and animals!  It was so fun to see her so excited!

We loved the service, too.  Next week, our goal is to make it there earlier, so we can go to both Sunday School and to a service.  We kept it to just one this time to see how Davie did, but now that she’s more confident, we’re excited to really get invested in a church family!  I can’t wait ’til the boys and my dad can join us, too!  And – the pot roast, potatoes, carrots and rolls turned out great, with plenty of left overs for all of us this week.  Yay!

Wednesday I have my regular OB appt.  I’m sure they’ll listen to the heartbeat with the doppler, but probably no ultrasound this time.  That’s ok, it’s been THREE WEEKS since I’ve had an appointment, so even getting to hear the heartbeat will be wonderful!  A week from Wednesday, on the 7th, we have the anatomy scan.  They wanted to wait ’til Newt was a little bigger so they could see the structures of the heart clearly.  My mom, MIL Marilyn and Troy will all be going with me.  I can’t wait for a good long look again! 

Troy and I have really been struggling with finances since I stopped working my part-time weekend job.  The job is so easy, I feel bad giving it up.  I worked from 11pm-7am every Friday night.  It’s usually so slow, I would watch movies on my computer and coupon the whole time – and got paid great for it!  But, I HATED being away from Troy and Davie all day Friday then all night.  Then when I got home Saturday, I’d have to sleep, so I’d miss Saturday with them, too.  Usually by the time I got up Saturday afternoon, they would have destroyed the house, so I’d spend all afternoon Saturday cleaning, doing dishes, laundry, restoring the kitchen and taking care of the pets.  That’s why we weren’t consistent about church on Sundays – I’d still be exhausted and behind.  Honestly, just typing all that out reminds me why even though it’s easy money, it’s just not the right fit for our family.  Especially with the hyperemesis, it’ll be too hard to recover from being up all night.  And when the baby gets here, I REALLY won’t want top leave.

But – it’s been hard to adjust to the reduction in income.  Please pray for us that we will be responsible and wise with what God has given us.  We have put the 1979 VW bus up for sale.  It’s my baby and it breaks my heart, but it’s the right decision.  We can use the money from the bus and trade in my small Kia for a slightly bigger one that will fit two car seats more easily – and we should be able to keep our car payments the same.  Just 14 more months and Troy’s Honda will be paid off, so we’ll only have one car payment.  We’ve just gotta stick it out!


First Post (take 2)

Well, after a rough start earlier today (right after I signed up, I had a sudden bout of stage fright – or writer’s block, would be more accurate) I finally poured out my story in my first blog … then accidentally deleted it. 

I feel like I should have some deep or profound reason for starting a blog.  But really, it’s for completely narcissistic reasons.  I’ve found that most of life’s big milestones – graduation, starting a career, finding and losing love, getting married – are already growing fuzzy.    And my wedding day was just 3 1/2 years ago.  So, since the memory is apparently going, I decided I’d like to write some thoughts as dear hubby and I go boldly into another of life’s monumental milestones – attempting to start a family. 

Most of my childhood was spent overseas where my folks were Baptist missionaries in Taiwan, Indonesia and the Philippines.  In high school I went to Faith Academy (boarding school) in Manila.  My brother Chris and his best bud Mark, who are 4 1/2 years younger than I am, spent their days in shorts on the beach.  I swear they didn’t wear shirts or shoes ’til they hit high school.  Our childhood totally rocked. 

In ’89 I came back to Texas on my own to go to college at Hardin-Simmons University, where I finished a degree in biology and medical technology.  During my last year in college my folks retired from missions to Austin, Texas with Chris and Mark.  From the first time I came to visit them I fell in love with Austin and moved here as quickly as I could, and I’ve been here ever since.  It’s the longest I’ve ever lived in one place. 

Mom and Dad now live in Gatesville, Texas, about an hour and a half north of Austin.  Dad pastors a Baptist church there.   

Chris and Mark are both DPS officers, both here in Austin.  Mark is married with three kids, a boy and twins – a boy and a girl.  Chris is divorced and has two boys, Cayle (5) and Andon (2).  He’s engaged to Joanne, and they’re getting married on Mother’s Day (May 9th).  I’m in the wedding.  It’ll be my sixth bridesmaid’s dress. 

My dear hubby Troy was born and raised just outside Dallas, Texas, where his mom still lives.  His dad passed away when he was a teenager, and she just remarried around the time we met.  I met Troy when we were both 32, and I have to admit, my first impression of him was that he’d be an amazing friend, but was definitely not relationship material.  He was divorced and had gone back to school, and he seemed happy to be just drifting through academia.  But he seemed to adore me and although I kept our relationship casual, he never gave up.  He just kept hanging around, and at some point, he made me feel like the most beautiful and amazing woman in the world, and won me over. 

I keep telling him that if he’d just found me sooner, he’d have found the hotter, thinner me.  Dad married us when we were 34, and today he’s 38 and I’m 37.  In a couple of months I’ll catch up to him, but ’til then, I get to tease him about bein’ an old man.  When we first married, it was a huge adjustment for me.  Troy was the only guy I’d ever lived with.  I was used to being on my own, taking care of myself.  It was hard to learn to share my space and my things and my time.  It was even harder to learn to let go, to allow Troy to be in control.  When I was finally able to let him be in charge, he suddenly blossomed into the man I had wanted him to be.  He grew up.  I’m so proud of the man he’s become. 

When I was in my 20’s, I couldn’t wait to meet “The One” and start having babies.  In my mid-20’s to early 30’s, I just seemed to lose interest in babies.  Singlehood was enough of a struggle.  There were some really fun times, and some times when I struggled with being alone.  By the time Troy and I got married, we were both iffy about starting a family.  We talked about remaining childless and taking exotic trips abroad and going back to school and buying fun things.  I felt really satisfied just being with Troy. 

But more recently, we’ve started to re-think that position.  For me, it has to do with how I feel about my husband.  Somewhere along the way I shifted from being in love with Troy, to being bonded to Troy.  Maybe it’s a new level of commitment, or a maturing of emotion in me.  In any case, I’ve found a new longing  to blend us together on a whole new genetic level.  If anything ever happened to either of us, we’d have a part of each other.  Selfish, I think.  But I’m suspecting there’s a freedom from selfishness that I’ll learn when I experience motherhood.  

So now, in our late 30’s, we find ourselves taking steps to start a family.  I figured to be ready for pregnancy, I should set up some dr. visits.  I managed to get them all in one day so I only had to take one day off from work.  The first doc, my dermatologist, declared me free of any scary moles but displaying quite a lot of skin damage (childhood on the equator, anyone?).  Next my GP declared me overweight with borderline high blood pressure.  Finally my GynOnc announced that due to my advanced age, if I wanted to concieve we’d better take immediate and aggresive measures.  There’s nothing like being declared by – not just one but three – health care professionals to be a weathered, obese, hypertensive, dried-up crone to make a gal feel old. 

The deck does seem stacked against us, especially with my age and weight and having always had irregular periods.  So to jump-start procreation, I just finished my first round of Clomid.  To my absolute dread, I started having intense hot flashes about 3 days ago.  I thought it was early menopause, for sure.  Turns out, it’s a fairly common side effect of Clomid.  I’ve also been a bit of an insomniac this week.  Don’t know if that’s related or if it’s the Crystal Light I had at 4pm.  Did you know they put caffeine in Crystal Light?!  I’ve also had a tightness in my lower abdomen – not cramps, just tightness.  On Friday I start the ovulation predictor kit, and then we make like bunnies for a few days.  I tried to explain the whole process to Troy – pills, temperatures, timing – but by the time I got to cervical mucus he just gave me a horrified look and declared his libido permanently disabled.  He actually went off to watch TV and fell asleep.  Mental note – conversations about cervical mucus = not getting lucky. 

Although I do hope we can concieve, I already know I’ve it hit the jackpot.  I love my life.  I work in the lab for a cancer treatment center, and Troy works in commercial support for Time Warner (free cable, yay!).  We just moved into a wonderful rental house in Cedar Park, a suburb just north of Austin.  I really miss the carefree, bohemian, hippy free-love vibe of South Austin, but it was time to settle down, and Cedar Park is a wonderful place to raise a family.  It’s nice to not have to commute so far.  We have quite the zoo, consisting of :  three Abyssinian cats, Lila (the princess), my parents’ two cats, Poppy (the love bug), and Orphan Annie (the shy, adorable one) and two French bulldogs, Dobby (sweet and obedient) and Dude Lebowski (not the brightest of the bunch by a long shot … more the comic relief).  I drive a lime green ’78 VW bus that I adore.  I never have road rage.  It makes every day fun.   I call it Bus Therapy.  Austin being the Live Music Capital, I can catch amazing live music with my girlfriends any night of the week, or a great movie at the Alamo Drafthouse with Troy (two of my favorite pasttimes). 

Life is good.