I'm STUCK!

Thanks to all of your prayers and kind words. I did have good moments and bad ones between finding out the bad news and actually having to have the D&C. I had moments where I had just had enough and just had to cry it out. I think all women have to do that at some point. But then, God showered me with blessings and joy. I felt peace. I felt loved. I felt joy. I looked for those things too. I really focused on playing with Vic and David, I watched season 2 of the office. Laugh city! I had fellowship in the Lord with the lovely ladies at MOPS and Sunday church. My family and friends were close. I had a girl's night out and a few dates with Willy. I tried to focus on those things and remember there was so much more around me. I just wanted to thank the Lord for that and all of you who listened, prayed, and just spent time with me in person or on the phone the last few weeks. It got me through.

On a positive note:
Last Saturday night Will and I got to go to the prom. Well, it felt like the prom. We went to a formal charity event. Will wore a tux and I a formal dress. It was fun doing all the prep for the event. I did all those things that girls do before big events. Bottle tan, whiten teeth, roll hair, mani/pedi, eat lean all week, bust out the really high heals, and gab with mom/friends about the whole prep. Here are some beauty tips that I discovered...to avoid the white streaks from deo on your dress, put on cortisone cream and let dry before applying deo. I don't know how or why but it goes on clear after that. I bet it would work with plain lotion. Maybe I will try that next. Also, if you do a bottle tan, peroxide on a cotton ball will take off those unfortunate streaks.

Here is more advice: Don't even try on those dresses you wore 15 pounds ago. Just don't do it. I thought I would just see if those gorgeous formals (pre Victoria) would fit. I should have taken a cue when they were hard getting over my head. I got the first one on. It was tight looked bad but thought maybe one day it would fit. Anyway, I started to take it off and it got stuck. I got stuck in the six straps that criss cross the back. I couldn't get out. It was half off, half on. I heard a few rips and snaps and it still wasn't coming off. I didn't know what to do. I was too embarrassed to get Will and even if I wanted to, I couldn't see or walk well with this dress caught around my head, neck, torso. I managed to get my face free and while studying the situation in the mirror devised an escape plan. I was later freed but still didn't learn my lesson. I got curious to see just how bad the other formals would fit and managed to get stuck in two more dresses each requiring a different escape route. Those dresses are now safely hanging in the back of the closet. Thank the Lord for consignment dresses and spanx because that is what I ended up wearing on Saturday.

I'm Moving to Australia

I'm not really moving to Australia. That phrase is code for "I had a bad day." One of my favorite books as a child was Alexander and the Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day. I read it many times while volunteering at a local elementary school when I was in high school and college. It is about a little boy who has a bad day. Everything seems to go wrong so he decides to move to Australia. That became a quick joke with my mom. If either one of us greeted each other at the end of the day with, "I'm Moving To AUSTRALIA" that meant there was a story behind our day. Often for me it had to do with a bad date, test, or car trouble. It was a nice way to laugh about it and not take our problems so seriously. I have always believed laughter is the best medicine.

I was reminded of this story after the crazy week I had. We found out a few weeks ago that we were pregnant. The Dr. closely monitored my HGC levels since I had lost two pregnancies this year. We knew pretty quickly that my levels were not going up like they should have and a miscarriage was likely. A sono on Friday confirmed that I had miscarried and that I needed a D&C. I had the procedure on Friday and it was quick and over before I knew it. This is never easy and I keep thinking that "the next time will work" so I get a little more discouraged with each loss but, I am not ready to give up. I pray that in God's perfect time he will bless us with another child.

I slept Friday afternoon and took it easy. I always try to keep the house organized and clean. I had really worked to keep it together last week because I was expecting to have the D&C Friday. The ants that had taken over the house had another idea. It seems the warm weather had sent the ants inside. My bathroom and old office room were infested. I mean INFESTED with ants. William took everything out of our bathroom closet (where they were coming from) and put it on the floor/counter on the bathroom. It was a mess. A mess. infested with ants! I looked at that mess Friday after the surgery and though of Alexander and the Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day. I thought maybe I should call mom and inform her I was moving to Australia. She would know exactly what I was talking about and probably have a good laugh with me!

So, If you ever had a bad day, all you have to do is email me or call and say, "I'm moving to Australia!" and I will know exactly what you mean.

We shared in Sunday school this morning about the loss. A man in the class walked up to us afterwards and shared he and his wife had two miscarriages in 2005. They quit trying after that and this week she gave birth to twins! He said the twins were a total surprise. It was so neat to hear his testimony. I am so thankful he shared that with us. It gives me hope.

Jesus Loves You and He's Coming Soon! 50th post

It is funny how the Lord can speak to you anywhere. For some reason God speaks to me at Wal-Mart. The first time was in May. I was really struggling about where to send Victoria for first grade. Funny how that is two years away but I was still worried about it. I kept wishing that day that she could go to a particular elementary school and not the one we are zoned for. A woman in Wal-Mart took notice to Victoria and just started talking to me. She had a daughter named Victoria (7yrs) and started telling me about her. It was funny how similar the two girls were. She also had an "Elizabeth" (my other future girl name) and her husband was "David". She taught fourth grade at the school I wish Victoria could go to. Turns out she lives in the neighborhood across the street from me. I found this interesting because we were not at the Wal-Mart by our homes. We were across town. The more she talked, the more we had in common. I almost asked her if she scrapbooked but I bet she does! Here is how God used her....She just kept talking about how much she loved the school we are zoned for. Her three girls go there and as a teacher, she was very impressed with it. They were very happy and she liked our school better than the one where she taught. It was like God was giving me this confirmation about our school....IN WAL-MART of all places! She brought up the subject that had consumed my thoughts that day and God used her. It was so strange how much this woman's life paralleled mine that I thought maybe she was lying. I googled her and the school and sure enough, all was correct. It was a God thing. I haven't worried about the school since.

The second time God spoke to me at Wal-Mart was yesterday. I was shopping and a lady beside me just said, "Jesus loves you and he's coming soon." It was great. I thanked her and told her that I agreed with her. We both went back to our shopping. She had a lot of courage to say that to a stranger. I know that Jesus loves me but you know, it's nice to think about it in the middle of a crowded Wal-Mart with your children running away from your cart.

Sorry this post is so long, I haven't blogged in a month! Here's some funnies:

Victoria: I want a little sister.
Me: If you had a sister, what should we name her?
Victoria: Alidia
Me: Alidia? Lidia is the name of a friend so we couldn't call her that.
Victoria: No, Alidia...Like the little girl in your preschool class that never cleaned up.
Me: Oh, Olivia!

Victoria has started painting her nails and I let her paint mine this week. It was a lot of fun for her. It was fun for me too. Keep in mind it is a clear glitter Disney brand polish that evaporates off in minutes...PERFECT for practice.
Victoria: Are you ready for your beauty mappointment?
Me: My beauty appointment?
Victoria: No, not Nappointment... MAppointment.

Are you thinking I should have her ears checked again?

David has a speech delay but he is picking up new words daily. I was so proud this week when he started calling Victoria "Sissy" with confidence. He ran into the kitchen to find me and he was yelling "SISSY! SISSY!" He was pulling me to the playroom. I ran in there and all was well. I think he was telling on her! She had a guilty look then was all ready to share the toys she was playing with. I bet that surprised her! David can tattle now!

My favorite funny is about my dad. He had his 40th high school reunion last night. Mom told me that when they pulled into the parking lot of the country club he said, "I think I got the dates confused. This isn't my class reunion. The people walking in here are old. They all have white hair!" Apparently some people were going in with walkers too. Nope Dad that was the right party! I love it!