Tuesday, June 19, 2012
I'm a worked out puddle. Zumba usually gets me going, and this heat isn't helping. Action plan for tomorrow morning: do the workout in the AM before it gets stupid hot.
Since I wrote last, I've milked cows 2 more times. It feels good. Gives me time to think.
I also went clothes shopping last week, since I don't do it very often thus my wardrobe needs updating and filling out as I wear my clothes out pretty well. When I started dating Ross, I was a size 22/23. Last week, the clothes I bought were size 18. I even managed to get on and do up (!!) a pair of capris in size 16, which is something I haven't been able to do since high school.
I haven't weighed myself since the 28thish of May, but the scale hasn't been moving while the clothes sizes and fit are! I'm not too worried about what the scale has to say, I'm more in it for the energy that I get and how awesome I feel when I'm working out and taking care of myself :)
Until next time!!
Monday, May 28, 2012
So a few things have happened out here in the last few months
- I got sent onto Maternity leave by my doctor for fear of having my water break at work. With good reason - when my water DID finally break, there was a LOT of it, and THAT is an understatement. I didn't know that I could carry that much water!
- we also welcomed our little man, Liam. He decided to make his entrance at the end of a 3 day birthday streak, making it now 4 days in a row, and he was about 2 weeks early. Healthy little guy, who isn't so little anymore at 6 and a half weeks old! He's massive :) Nearly doubled his birth weight already and I need to start sorting out his 3-6 month clothes cause his 0-3, which were too big when he was born, are starting to get a bit snug!
-I milked cows for the first time in years last week, both morning and night. It was interesting. And it woke up my knee. It doesn't help that the weather and thus air pressure has been up and down (and currently going down here) but I might have over done it. Right now relaxing, but exercising and taking it easy when I know I need to.
I'm planning on writing more here, since DH says I should "embrace the crazy" on a regular basis. I checked to see if I could do a blog called that, but the name is already taken :( lol
Monday, February 13, 2012
A funny little thing that was emailed to me by a family friend. Hope it cheers you up too :)
Your Duck is Dead--
A woman brought a very limp duck into a veterinary surgeon. As she laid her pet on the table, the vet pulled out his stethoscope and listened to the bird's chest.
After a moment or two, the vet shook his head and sadly said, "I'm sorry, your duck, Cuddles, has passed away."
The distressed woman wailed, "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I am sure. Your duck is dead," replied the vet..
"How can you be so sure?" she protested. "I mean you haven't done any testing on him or anything. He might just be in a coma or something."
The vet rolled his eyes, turned around and left the room. He returned a few minutes later with a black Labrador Retriever. As the duck's owner looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put his front paws on the examination table and sniffed the duck from top to bottom. He then looked up at the vet with sad eyes and shook his head.
The vet patted the dog on the head and took it out of the room. A few minutes later he returned with a cat. The cat jumped on the table and also delicately sniffed the bird from head to foot. The cat sat back on its haunches, shook its head, meowed softly and strolled out of the room.
The vet looked at the woman and said, "I'm sorry, but as I said, this is most definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead duck."
The vet turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill, which he handed to the woman..
The duck's owner, still in shock, took the bill. "$150!" she cried, "$150 just to tell me my duck is dead!"
The vet shrugged, "I'm sorry. If you had just taken my word for it, the bill would have been $20, but with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan, it's now $150."
Tuesday, December 06, 2011
Yep. Life is a bunch of things happening, and the sequence that they happen in is part of what makes you who you are. How you react to those things is the other part.
We miscarried in May of 2011. In August 2011, we were thrilled to find out that we are expecting again. At 18 weeks, we found out we're having a boy. At 20 weeks (nearly now) the stress that I'm carrying with me about possibly miscarrying again is going away. It's been blocking my excitement for the life that I'm working on building.
One day at a time, it's all we can do :)
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
A day I'm not likely to forget. For one, it's my one and only cousin's birthday. (he turned 26 this year though :D ) This year, his birthday is also shared by the baby I lost.
We can start off by saying it all depends on how you define the beginning of life and yadda yadda yadda. For ME, life begins at conception. Something is made and has started growing - life. I only finished miscarrying 2 weeks ago but the life was lost on the 4th.
How can I be sure? Well, I was in at the hospital Tuesday and saw on the ultrasound the fetus growing, and the doctors made a point of pointing out that it had a heartbeat. Wednesday the real blood came, and Thursday I was back at the hospital confirming what I knew was coming weeks before. It didn't make it any easier then, and it's not any easier now. I was about 10 weeks pregnant and knew pretty much from conception when it happened.
It was a lot more traumatic than I thought it would be. Luckily for me, physically I did everything I needed to. I didn't need surgery or anything like that. My body took care of itself (more than I can say I did for my body before that though). I knew I'd be upset, but I didn't know and didn't expect to be THIS upset. I KNEW there was something wrong early on in the pregnancy. I also SAW the fetus doing so well on the ultrasound. The doctors thought at first I might be losing a twin - what I now see as them trying to give me hope when there really wasn't any to be had. I also recognize that I"m blessed to have a beautiful child already. There are people who experience this on a regular basis and I really don't know how they do it.
I'm not looking for sympathy or anything by me writing this. I actually meant to write it last week but never got around to it. I just wanted to write it down somewhere to get some of the thoughts out of my head so that we can move on. And I know last week this was more organized in my head than it is now, so if you got this far, high five and thanks for sticking with me!
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