Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Baby #2

Yesterday's post was just an announcement.  Now for the story behind it. :)


Over the last couple of years, B and I have had lots of discussions about our family, and we often talked about having (or not having) another baby.  We weighed pros and cons.  We realistically looked at what it took for us to have Aniston (three years, lots of fertility treatments, and a small fortune) and what it would mean for us to do that again.  I told B repeatedly that I didn't want to want another baby.  I didn't want to go back to that dark place of desperately wanting a baby and not being able to have one.  My insurance company has a lifetime limit for fertility treatments, and we were dangerously close to that limit when we finally had Aniston.

After considering all those things, we came to the conclusion that Aniston was it for us.  That was the smart, reasonable, rational decision.

As sure as our minds were about only having one child, though, our hearts weren't so sure.  After a lot of thought and prayer, we decided to give it to God.  We wouldn't make an appointment at REACH, but we wouldn't do anything to prevent pregnancy either.

Here's the thing about my God:  He's big and powerful and amazing.  In the most impossible of situations, He can make a way.

And He's capable of huge, huge surprises.

I knew I was late, but didn't really think anything of it.  I didn't want to take a test (remember how many of those I've failed?), but decided to just for peace of mind last Thursday morning.

It was immediately positive.  And I was shocked.  And in disbelief.  So much so, in fact, that I buried the test and the box in the back of the bathroom cabinet so B wouldn't know.  I couldn't say it out loud quite yet.  I went about my normal day, but called the nurse practitioner I see and explained, since she knew my history of PCOS and infertility.  She suggested I come in for blood work that afternoon, and said we would have the results back by Friday.

I didn't say a word about it to B on Thursday night.  Not. a. word.  I spent most of the night convincing myself it was some sort of crazy false positive.

On Friday at 8:30, she called to tell me my HCG level was 2420--a level that indicated a healthy pregnancy around 5-6 weeks.

I don't know if I've ever been so surprised in my life.  However, as surprised as I was, I knew B would be even more so.  With the help of some wonderful friends (who were much more capable of thinking than I was at the time! ha!), I threw together a quick way to tell him.  We went to dinner on Friday night, just the two of us, and I shared the news with him.  It was a very sweet time, and we spent the evening planning how we would tell the rest of our family.

This was a completely different situation than when we found out we were expecting Aniston, and it was so much fun...because no one expected it at all!

It's early--only six weeks on Saturday.  I'm much calmer this time than with Aniston, though, and realize that worrying won't help anything. Instead, I'll enjoy and appreciate it, and marvel at the miracle it is.  My first ultrasound is scheduled for February 17.

Who would have ever thought I would be sharing news like this?!

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

And Then...

We have some wonderful news to share!

We are thrilled beyond words, and so thankful for this unexpected blessing!

Friday, January 16, 2015

Friday Five

Happy Friday, friends!  Fridays are always appreciated, but even more so when Monday is a holiday.  Who doesn't love a long weekend?!  I'm looking forward to a fun weekend, but, first, my Friday Five!

1| Papa
I've always noticed that people seem different after becoming grandparents, but I never imagined Aniston would cause such a change in my dad.  Don't get me wrong--he was/is a great dad, but it doesn't hold a candle to the papa he is!  He kept Aniston more than usual this week, and they did all kinds of fun (and totally out-of-character for him) things.  They painted (with finger paint, no less), made a snow globe, baked cupcakes...and if you know my dad at all, I'm sure your mouth is hanging open in shock right now.  (Mine definitely was.)  Aniston can talk him into anything, and he loves every minute of it.  It's sweet to see, and I love the relationship she has with him. 

2| Essential Oils
I started using essential oils a few months ago.  I was pretty skeptical in the beginning, but I did lots of research and decided to give them a try.  And I am completely sold.  I love them.  (And B is slowly becoming a little less skeptical, too. :))  We've used them so often and for so many things--peppermint for headaches and nausea, Valor for knee pain, lavender or Peace and Calming before bed, a blend of peppermint, lavender, and lemon for allergies...the list goes on and on.  I'm a huge fan of modern medicine, but I'm glad to have the oils to help my family, too.  Which leads me to...

3| Germs, Germs, Everywhere
There's never a shortage of germs during the winter, but this year seems to be so much worse!  My facebook feed has been full of the flu, stomach bugs, and all sorts of yucky stuff.  I've been diffusing Thieves at home every evening and applying it to my feet (and Aniston's too) daily.  It's not fail-proof by any means, but I'm doing everything I can to keep us healthy!

4| I Don't Like Mean Guys
B had to pick up a few things at Walmart yesterday and decided to get Despicable Me for a family movie night.  We watched it for all of ten minutes, most of which Aniston spent pressing her face into my arm and yelling, "I don't like mean guys!  I don't like this show!"  The child has a very clear sense of right and wrong, and doesn't appreciate a villain--even a funny one.

5| Weekend Plans
Our plans this weekend consist of exciting things like watching the new episode of Sofia the First, organizing Aniston's closet, and cleaning.  Big plans, I tell you. :)

Have a great weekend, y'all!

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Sunday, January 11, 2015

Our Weekend: A Different Kind of Sunday

Last week was the first week back to school after Christmas break, and it seemed to last forever.  I was so glad to see the weekend finally arrive!  B's band had a gig Friday night, so Aniston and I were on our own.  We spent the evening at home, ate cereal for dinner (as strange as it sounds, it's one of our favorite things to do when it's just the two of us!), and watched The Little Mermaid: Ariel's Beginning.  While none of that is very blog-worthy, it's something I want to remember.  Some of my favorite times with Aniston are the simplest.

After waiting for a service call from Charter on Saturday morning (we've had internet issues forever, and it's getting ridiculous), we spent the rest of the day out and about.  We ran some errands and did a little shopping.  I didn't find anything for myself, even though I went with the intention of buying lots of things.  (Why does that always happen?!)

Today has been a different kind of Sunday.  It started out normal enough--B was playing bass at church, so he was up and gone before I got out of bed.  As I was getting ready, I got a text from him saying he wasn't feeling well at all (cue the different kind of Sunday part).  He's struggled with an ulcer and acid reflux for years, but it had been a long time since he'd had any issues...until today.  I'll be honest here, friends--my first thought after reading that text was not very nice.  I tend not to be a very sympathetic person.  In fact, I'm ashamed to admit that I'm often pretty selfish in situations like this.  But I've been working on being a better wife lately, and so I decided to approach today differently.  So (with a lot of prayer) I vowed I would be nothing but nice today (only in my mind, of course, because I'd never actually say that out loud).  Bless him, he still played for both services and, if I didn't know something was wrong, I wouldn't have been able to tell--which says a lot for him because I wouldn't have been able to do it.  (Not that I would be doing anything like that at all because I'm the least musically-inclined person I know, but you know what I mean.) (Aniston may be a close second in the non-musical race.  Poor baby seems to be a lot like her mama.)  B headed home after church, and I did my weekly grocery shopping with Aniston in tow...even though grocery shopping on Sunday is usually my 'me time' (that's sad, but true).  While he spent the rest of the day in bed, I kept Aniston entertained, did laundry, and cooked dinner.  I had planned to go to an essential oils party (even though I've been using oils for awhile, I always like to hear new ideas and ways to use them), but stayed home instead.  And I didn't complain about any of it.  I didn't roll my eyes or make snarky comments (and I l-o-v-e a good, well-delivered snarky comment) or anything all day.  And you know what?  I feel better because of it.  I learned several valuable lessons about kindness and such (honestly, things I knew already but often chose to push aside), and I may have even managed to improve my marriage in the span of a single afternoon.  Something wonderful really does happen when you willingly serve your spouse and put their needs before your own.  I'm always quick to put Aniston before myself, but when it comes to B, I can be embarrassingly selfish and demanding.  It's something I've been working on and praying about, and I think today was a step in the right direction.

Now it's Sunday night and I'm preparing for another week.  Our weekend wasn't exciting or perfect, and it most certainly didn't go as planned, but it was really good in its own way.  For that, I'm thankful. :)

Thursday, January 1, 2015

New Year's Eve

As I sit here writing this, I can't believe it's twenty minutes away from being 2015.  Growing up, my mom always warned me that as you got older, time seemed to pass faster.  I'm sure I rolled my eyes then, but I completely understand that now. 

(Amazingly, she was right about all sorts of things that caused me to roll my eyes.  It still shocks me sometimes how right she was.)

(Side note--I really hope Aniston isn't an eye roller.)

Anyway, time is passing quickly and, somehow, it's New Year's Eve again.  This year is a little different because B is filling in for a band tonight.  (I was very sad and downhearted and a smidge dramatic about it being our first New Year's Eve apart in thirteen years....until B reminded me that it wasn't.  His band had played a couple of years ago on New Year's Eve.  Obviously that left an impression on me.)  Aniston and I went to dinner with friends and had a fun night.

Maybe 2015 will be the year Aniston decides to cooperate for pictures.  Ha!

As we were eating frozen yogurt tonight, Kennedy very seriously said,  "I bet Bradley is sad he's not here."  It made me laugh because, really, who wouldn't want to be eating frozen yogurt on New Year's Eve with plans to be home before bedtime?  :)  Now Aniston is asleep and I'm blogging in my pajamas.  (Oh, how things change as you get older.  Ha!) 

2014 was a good year, filled with lots of fun and laughter.  We shared many milestones and firsts with Aniston, we celebrated with friends and family, and B and I grew closer than ever before.

I can honestly say that I've never been happier than I am right now.  As the ball drops and we welcome 2015, I can't think of a better way to begin a new year.