OK, It's been a long time and I was debating whether to start a new blog or continue this one.
Details to follow. It's the very beginning of August 2009. I just spent the last 12 months substituting for our mail carrier 6 days a week as she broke her arm in July of last year and still is not 100%. I'd be jumping all over some Drs to get results if I were her. Speaking of Drs, I have a few on my list. The one at the very top of my list is a Urologist,
details to follow. Anyway, my last post was for my husband's 41st birthday and much to his surprise he is still alive and kicking even after his suicidal Christmas gift for me. A .38 special, I had to wonder if he was having suicidal ideations. Not that I personally haven't wanted to prematurely end his existence this year,
details to follow.
Just to update you. Tyson is at Lakenheath AFB near London, England. He arrived there after a short visit here over New Years. He has passed six foot. Glory be to God I thought he'd be 5'8" forever. Amazing what AF life will do for you, a growth spurt. He's a crew chief on F-15s.
All year the younger boys and I have looked forward to going home to Washington. We would be there right now but we aren't,
details to follow. We were also in the works of making the harvest run with daddy this year. No go.
Details to follow.
I celebrated (for lack of a better word) my 40th birthday this year. OK 40 isn't that bad. The kids are older and involved with fun stuff. I've acquired more freedom and had all my paperwork turned in to go back to school this fall. A new chapter and I was so ready. I decided all my worry about being 40 was for not. Good time of life. Just wish my plans to attend the Nickelback concert hadn't fallen through.
Two weeks after my 40th our baby turned 8. We celebrated the same as last year, mostly. Craftsman truck series race in KC and a stay at Great Wolf Lodge. His party was at Hooters but don't get me started on that. He's quite a little Casanova that Kritter. Our trip to and from KC was riddled with tornadoes and storms. On our way home we got to see the aftermath of the tornado that touched down just as we left the city of Lawrence, KS. two nights before and daddy and his friend, Bob, had spent some time in the tunnel under the speedway during a tornado warning about the time the Lawrence tornado hit just miles behind us.
We played on the water slides at Great Wolf and had an uneventful and yet fun weekend.
We headed home on Sunday and neither my husband or I had been feeling well for about a week. Kind of an intestinal thing. Both of our stomachs were rock hard and a lot of indigestion (I'm sure the hot wings at Hooters didn't help our plight). By Tuesday I was not feeling any better and had noticed a mass on the right hand side of my abdomen. I called my ARNP assuming that with all of my female problems I'd had, no hormones, use of hormones causing excessive bleeding enough to make me quit taking them, pre-menopause, that I probably had fibroids. Time for that hysterectomy we'd discussed. Of course in the back of my mind I knew that there was the horrifying possibility of Uterine, Cervical or Ovarian Cancer but I chose to put fibroids as my main concern. This was Tuesday and she could see me Thursday. By Wednesday the mass was even more pronounced and that night I felt spasms of sorts. Thursday came and my pants were very tight over the mass so i wore my workout wear to the Dr. office. Mind you 4 days ago I was in a swim suit at the water park.
The ARNP has known me for 13 years. As She leafed through my chart and I went over my symptoms she joked that I looked pregnant. She was joking because I had no hormones on my last panel and my husband had been under the knife for a vasectomy. Plus the fact that with pre-menopause it had been a year or more since I'd even had a period. However, the heart rate was 140 and I was measuring 18-20 weeks pregnant. Impossible. I hadn't so much as had the flu this year and with all my kids I had all the classic signs. I knew before it was late enough to take the EPT. I bawled. I couldn't believe it and neither could she. She then made an appointment for a sonogram for Monday and an appointment with the OB/GYN for Monday also. I was told the odds were about 1-2% for either my husband or me. Of course the reason I was contemplating murdering him at the moment was that he hadn't gone in for the follow-up lab test after his vasectomy two and a half years ago. In his defense with my lab tests and diagnosis there shouldn't have been anything to worry about.
I called him at work and that was the start of his week of mourning. You know, an extra couple of drinks every night to avoid feelings?
Monday Marty was in Oklahoma surveying a devastated wheat crop and I went into the Dr's office and the Dr was puzzled by why I was there for an OB appointment. I explained and he sent me directly into the sonogram room with the nurse. Would you believe 23-24 weeks?
People found out in our tiny town and I was looking four months pregnant and growing fast. I got comments like "I just saw you last week and you didn't LOOK pregnant" or "I had no idea you were pregnant.' To which I say, 'Neither did I."
