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.