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.