I am exhausted

All I want to do is sleep. This weekend I had my first of what I call cravetastrophe. It was about midnight and we were watching TV when a commercial for pizza hut came on. All of a sudden I had to have pizza., So I asked Patrick to order me one. He thought I was joking and started laughing at me telling me how funny I was. But I was not joking I was dead serious, I wanted pizza and I wanted it at that exact moment. In my moment of craziness I started crying uncontrollably I remember flailing my arms like a baby and telling him how big of a jerk he was. I turned over to face away from him and fell right to sleep. The next morning, (or should I say afternoon since I didn't wake up until almost 11:30) I felt so bad for the way I acted I could not even look Patrick in the face. Thankfully I have a great husband who made light of the situation and made sure to get me pizza for diner that night. I have to tell you I have had little to no cravings throughout this pregnancy. Half the time the thought of food grosses me out and I have to force myself to eat. But as I am getting near the end, all I think about now is food. I have managed to loose 20 lbs while pregnant and only regain 6 of the 20 lost. Meaning I am still down 14 lbs from my before pregnancy weight. I have had such amazing self control and now I feel like I am making up for it.

On the house front we have had no luck finding anything we like. And when we do find houses we like they have to many offers to try to beat out. I did get served paper work on our rental stating there is a hearing date set up for July 6th. My attorney and I are going to show up at court and make sure the bank acknowledges that there is a tenant in place and that I am interested in buying the house. Hopefully now we can start getting somewhere with the bank and can buy this house. It would be much easier to buy then attempting to move right about now. Other then that I am boring. Hopefully something exciting will happen this week and I can have a new exciting post. But for now it's 4 p.m. and I need a nap.

28 weeks and some new pictures of Gage

7 Months today, can you believe it! I never thought I would make it this far, with our history of bad luck and just the sheer denial I was in that it was never going to happen. But here I am 7 months, still alittle cautions that this is all a dream and I am going to wake up and be disappointed. To mark the day Patrick, my mother, my sister, my nephew, my MIL and my Step FIL went as a family to watch me have a 3d ultrasound. It was truly amazing looking at our little boys features. From his chubby cheeks to his daddy's nose it was amazing to see. With all of the space this little boy has to move around he insists on being down as low as possible. And the funniest part of that, after watching him for about 45 minutes you could tell he really enjoys being folded up with his feet in his face. He was a sight to see. After the first 20 minutes or so you could see his attitude come out. He started acting like we were invading his privacy and started covering his face as much as possible. Even his expressions started to change and you could see his angry face. I am attaching the best of the pictures that were taken. I would attach them all but that would take all day =)

Happy 86th B-day grandma

After all that she has gone through, I am so glad to be able to wish my grandmother a happy 86th birthday.

Thank you Chele

Yesterday before my L&D debacle I received a package from Chele filled with lots of goodies for Gage. It was such an amazing gesture I just had to share. Here are some pictures of all the fun stuff we received.


Thank you so much Chele for all of the wonderful goodies. Words can not describe how touched I was when I opened the box and saw all of the clothing, books, towels and toys you had sent. You have been an amazing support system to me throughout my 2 1/2 years of TTC and now through my pregnancy. I am truly blessed to call you my friend.

My first trip to L&D

Yep that's right I did something really stupid and landed myself in Labor and Delivery. So here is the story ...

Saturday night I get a call from my cousin to go bowling. Thinking nothing of it Patrick and I decide to go. Originally I decided not to play but somehow get talked into it. I finish my first game with the best score I have ever received in bowling a 143. ( I know not good but for me, I usually never break 100) then we start the second game I make it 3 frames in and start getting super exhausted. By the end of the 10th frame I am in pain. My back is clicking like something is rubbing and I just hurt all over. Patrick and I go home and go to sleep, and when I wake in the morning I can barely walk. Everything hurts and all I wanted to so way lay in bed. My pelvis is super swollen and even doing something as simple as going to the bathroom to tinkle hurts like hell. Patrick convinces me I must just be sore since it has been 3 months since I had gone bowling previously. So I spend the day in bed. The following morning I am still hurting pretty bad. So I make the call to my OB who quickly tells me to go to L&D to have my back & pelvis checked out. We arrive I get checked in and hooked up to a monitor, my OB comes down to check on my and tells me that the cartilage in my back must have bent alittle and that is the cause of the clicking in my back. As for my pelvis, just the act of bowling itself must have irritated it. The nurse informs me that during pregnancy your body secrets a hormone that softens the cartilage in your body to help the baby pass through your pelvis and the birth canal. Had I known that before I would have opted out of bowling. They give me a shot of morphine and send me on my way. By the time we reach my house I am completely drugged out of my head and can barely make it up the steps to my room. By 5:30 p.m. I am completely passed out only to wake this morning at 10:30. I have been in and out of sleep for most of the day. And that is my exciting story for the day =)

My friends I need your help

I have never asked for anything like this, but then again I have never needed to. I have a good friend in a rough situation, he fell in love with and married a woman that was in the country on a student and then work visa. They have been together for quite some time now and in 2006 decided to get married. They later renewed there vows in a destination wedding in the Dominican Republic not thinking they would have trouble coming back to the US and sure enough she was not aloud access and put on a 3 year block meaning for no reason during the next 3 years is she aloud to enter the US. That was a year ago and since then they have been fighting tooth and nail to get that ban removed and have her return to the country being she is married to a US citizen. My good friend Le'Von for the past year has been paying countless attorneys and outrageous fees trying his hardest to make something happen. He has been traveling back and forth from California to Norway for the past year reluctant to leave his wife's side as the stress of the situation is taking a toll on her. Recently they found out they were having a baby and that lifted there spirits enough to push alittle harder so that the baby can be born in the USA. On Monday she had a meeting at the US consulates office in Norway where she was not only treated horribly she was again denied access back to the US. The representative even had the nerve to tell her she was better off having the baby in Norway (like anyone was asking this woman for her opinion with this very personal matter). My friend Le'Von and I put together a petition that we just started spreading around. In hopes that it will accomplish something to help with this matter. Our goal is 1 thousand signatures. And I know that if we push hard enough we can make that happen. I know some of you already signed after reading my post on facebook (Chele I really appreciate that). I ask that if nothing else you read Le'Von's letter and hear the full story of what he and Danielle are and have been going through and you make the decision at that point to sign or not sign. I will not hold it against anyone if they choose not to.

Thank you for taking to time to read this =)
Amy

http://www.thepetitionsite.com/1/Bring-Danielle-Purvis-Warr-Home

It's almost time to say goodbye

This coming week is my nephews last week living in Nevada. Come Monday the 22nd his new home will be Tennessee. I map quested it, and from my front door to my sisters new apartment is exactly 2075.08 miles. Now don't get me wrong, I'll miss my sister as well. But not as much as I will miss Reece. Hopefully in a year after my sisters job contract is over she will come back. But I'm not going to get my hopes up to high. I'm really going to miss his cute little face and his wild little personality. I just never in my wildest thought that my sister would actually move so far away from her family. All I can do in the mean time is continue to spend as much time with him as possible and hope that he doesn't forget his Aunt Amy.

Reece and Molly playing in his baby pool

Reece playing at the splash park

Happy Birthday Sabrina

Today is my youngest sisters 15th birthday. I can't believe she's fifteen already. She has been through so much in her short life and it still amazes me that she turned out as well as she did.

Here is alittle background on all that she has been through. (First off it's important for you to know before reading this that she is not my blood sister, she is my stepfathers daughter from a previous relationship.) Back in 1993 my stepfather was dating a woman that had become pregnant with my stepsister. At the time she just disappeared and did not tell him that they had conceived a child together. On June 4th 1994 my stepsister was born and my stepfather was named on the birth certificate. (At the time the father did not have to be present to be listed on the birth certificate) Shortly after my stepfather ran into the ex while she was out with Sabrina and that is when he first learned he was a father. He had tried on many occasions to visit and spent time with my sister but the ex would have none of it. She was constantly moving and he was always unable to locate her. Later she married and had two other children (2 little boys). At one point she contacted my stepfather and asked him to sign away his rights so that her new husband could adopt Sabrina. My stepfather refused and insisted on seeing Sabrina to no avail. Years went by with no contact between the two, and while my father continued to search for her he never had any luck. In 2005 my stepfather was served child support papers while at work and eagerly responded. He went to court on the assigned date to see about getting some sort of custody and to his disbelief learned of all the horrible things my little sister had gone through. Her mother and the man she had married had divorced. Her mother had become a hooker and a drug user and was randomly dropping Sabrina and her two brothers off at a local burger king that had a play center inside. Finally after years of doing this she just never came back and the kids were taken by the state to be put in foster care. At the time we had learned of this, Sabrina and her brothers were in there 2nd foster home living only 5 miles from where we lived at the time. Two months of paper work and Sabrina was taken from the foster home and able to come live with my mother and step father. Unfortunately since the boys were un related to us they would not allow us to take them as well. They remained in the foster home for a year before they were able to be adopted. Both boys were adopted out to the same home but the older one Kenneth tried to kill himself and was quickly removed and placed in a mental facility, where he remains today. The younger of the boys James was adopted by a gay man with lots of money that has since spoiled him rotten and given the life he deserves. As for Sabrina she has had to overcome alot in her 4 years of living with her father and my mother. Although she has many more years of therapy to cope with all that she has been through and all that she has seen, she has still turned out to be a wonderful person. And I am proud to call her my little sister.