Hello! As if you didn't already know, I'm pregnant! Keith and I are expecting a baby girl hopefully on or before April 8th. As I'm nearing the start of my third trimester (Praise this!), I realized that I have no real record of this pregnancy. No baby bump pictures every few weeks to document how big I'm getting, no journal entries or blog posts to note my symptoms. Nothing. So I decided that it's time to play catch up, if only for the reason that IN CASE I ever decide to get pregnant again (Highly unlikely... And it drives me INSANE when people say that I'll "change my mind" and "forget all about" these past six months of actual hell after the baby is born. I mean, really, do you even know me?! Do you not realize it took me 7 YEARS to decide to have this child?! I am stubborn and adamant. Also, Keith and I have always seen adoption in our future, before we ever even tried to have a baby naturally, so don't try to persuade me otherwise! Anyway, that's a different story for a different time), I will want to remember this journey. Just to convince myself that I could do it again and that I survived. Literally, I will need a reminder to survive.
So I guess I'll start at the beginning! After 7 years of marriage, Keith and I finally decided that it was the right time for us to start our family (that decision making process could also fill a novel). We had a Hawaii trip scheduled with some friends this past summer, so we planned on starting to try after we got home in June. Our thoughts were something along the lines of, "If "most" pregnancies require 3-6 months to "take", then we can start trying in July, and that way, I can most likely finish teaching through the school year, and we can have a summer baby. Awesome." But me being the overachiever that I am, got pregnant literally the first and only ever time we tried. Go figure. I truly believe it was because God KNEW that I would have changed my mind about getting pregnant by the next month, so if it was going to happen, it needed to happen now...
Okay, I just reread those two paragraphs, and I sound like I regret this baby haha. I promise I don't. We were VERY excited when the test was positive. I just know that I can't be the only person on the planet who has felt this way during their pregnancy. And even though, through the course of this blog post, I'm going to be honest and real to a point where to many people I will seem insensitive or selfish, I'm sure there are other women who need their feelings to be validated. The one thing that has helped me to keep my head up through this pregnancy is the encouraging words of friends and family members and just the reassurance that I am not alone in this.
So. We found out we were officially pregnant on August 2nd, I believe. At 4 weeks and 3 days. I took one and only one pregnancy test. It was positive, and I KNEW it was positive because my body was already starting to do unusual things. (Like I said, overachiever.) I had really intense gas, which I never have. I had to pee a lot more than usual. That was the most noticeable symptom because I honest to goodness have always had the bladder of a camel. I can hold it for DAYS. And I couldn't eat as much as I normally could! Like, I like to eat haha. But I would honestly eat like 3 grapes and feel full. It was weird. Anyway, Keith and I spent about a week and a half in this blissful, secretive state of knowing we were pregnant. We celebrated our anniversary and spent lots of time with family. Keith's parents were even in town that week.
Then I hit week 6, and it was a full blown nightmare. I was SO sick. And on top of that, school started that week. Being at work was actual torture. I was a kindergarten assistant teacher. And honestly, the energy required for that job is unimaginable. So I was struggling. I literally had to carry a barf bowl with me everywhere I went because I was just so sick. Long story short, I made the EXTREMELY difficult decision to quit (at least short term). I am NOT a quitter. Luckily my school and supervisors are awesome, and they told me that if things got better, I could come back as a para (general assistant) or something after the first trimester. I told them I would keep them posted on my condition.
However, my condition did not improve. I spent weeks and weeks barfing my guts out. I think in that first month, I dropped 12 pounds? 14? I can't remember. The only time I felt any relief was when I was sleeping, which was so hard to do because I was so constantly sick! I turned into a hermit. I never left my couch. Not like, I didn't run errands and go out and about. I mean, I never left my COUCH. I would wake up in the mornings, make it to the bathroom, and then to my couch, where I would spend the entirety of my day puking until I would make it back to my bed at night. It was painful. That first month, I had this insane crisis of identity. I am pretty high energy. And I went from working, hanging with friends to all hours of the night, going to the gym every day (Exercising is truly one of my favorite activities, and it killed me that I couldn't handle it anymore. It still does.) to being the couch potato that could put any other to shame. I literally could feel my muscles atrophy. I remember I couldn't open water bottles or the lids to the medication my doctors prescribed me to try and relieve the nausea. There was one time, I tried to go outside, and I didn't even have the strength to open my front door. I couldn't shower. Showering made me vomit. Brushing my teeth made me vomit. Standing up for more than 30 seconds made me vomit. Therefore I tried to avoid all of those things. I was disgusting. Honestly.
One of my best friends had her baby shower during this time, and I decided that I was going to venture out of the house and go! I was determined that I could do it! I hadn't seen any of my friends in over a month, which clued them all in that something was up because I was in NO way my normal social self. I didn't even get to celebrate my birthday this year. I love birthdays! Because I love cake! Sigh... Anyway, while getting ready for the shower, I obviously had to brush my hair. Goodness knows it had been days... I couldn't even make it through brushing my hair without throwing up. I somehow managed to clean myself up enough to leave the house, so I grabbed my handy dandy barf bowl and went to the shower. It was awful. The smell of the food (chicken salad sandwiches) made me gag most of the time. I laid on a couch in the corner and barely said a word. I realized I still wasn't ready to go out.
This phase of my pregnancy lasted until about the end of October/beginning of November. About the time that the second trimester "relief" should be kicking in, which spoiler alert, it didn't. During that whole first trimester, I was convinced all of my friends and family thought I was pretending to be sick or overreacting about it all. I know that wasn't really happening, but it was hard for me to accept the person I was becoming, so why wouldn't it be hard for them?! I just couldn't shake the fact that I was so useless and gross and a burden to my husband who was working so hard to take care of me. It was difficult going through this thing that was "invisible" to everyone else. I remember someone I love dearly even asking if it was "all in my head" because lucky for her, she didn't get sick with any of her pregnancies! Count yourself blessed.
The last week of October was one of my most difficult weeks yet. I didn't know it at the time, and we still don't know what to, but I've developed pregnancy allergies. I was COVERED in hives and SO itchy everywhere. Also I didn't keep anything at all down for about 2 days. I had been drinking chocolate milk that week. (Don't judge. It was the only thing that sounded bearable. Who knew that pregnancy could even make water taste bad?) Maybe that was the culprit? Who knows. During that week, I remember the hopelessness just drowning me. I did not want to be pregnant anymore. I completely regretted our decision to start a family. I had so many emotions that I had never felt, and I didn't know how to handle them. I remember I texted my mom, "I love you" one day while I was just sobbing uncontrollably. I don't know why or what I was looking for in return, maybe just an "I love you" text back. But she called me instead. I answered and couldn't even speak for a few minutes because of my bawling. But she sat on the other end of the line telling me how amazing and strong I was. I have never been one to call my mom, crying, for help. Not that I don't love the crap out of her or have a wonderful relationship with her. I've just always been one to deal with my stuff on my own. Anyway, I don't think I've ever loved my mom as much as in that moment. Thank you.
At my OB appointment on November 5th (18 weeks pregnant), I was "diagnosed" with prenatal depression and anxiety. Who would have guessed with how miserable I'd been?! Without getting into too much detail, I will just say that prenatal depression is REAL. It is SCARY. I had thoughts and feelings that I will probably never admit to anyone, not even my husband because I know it would just make him sad. But we are lucky to live in a time where there are medications for such things. I was put on an antidepressant, and I can honestly say I have been happier since. I don't feel as discouraged or empty, and I think I've begun to love this child inside me again. The anxiety is still strong though. I have anxiety nightmares and panic attacks almost every night. I live on about 3 hours of sleep/night, but if I'm lucky, I can also get an hour or two nap in during the day.
So I spent the month of November trying to heal mentally and spiritually. I made it to church twice! For the first time since August, so that was refreshing. I need to shout out to my ministering sisters. They reached out to me almost every week just to check in and see how I was doing or if I needed anything. Honestly, just knowing I had someone thinking of me and aware of my struggles was life saving. I was also able to spend Thanksgiving, my FAVORITE holiday, with some family. Thankfully, I was having a good day that day.
We had our 20 week ultrasound a little late at 23 weeks on December 10th. We found out we're having a girl. I've always pictured myself being a mom to boys. I've just always been kind of boyish myself, so I'm not sure how to raise a girl, but we'll figure it out.
My days have gotten slightly better this month. I have maybe 2 or 3 good days a week now, where I can leave my house or go visit friends or run errands or do chores. But I still spend a majority of my time resting on my couch. Things are still FAR from perfect (in fact, I've thrown up 4 times in the last 24 hours...), but I can see a light at the end of the tunnel when I couldn't see one before. I also had another bout of severe allergy related sickness a week or two ago. I didn't keep anything down for another 2 and a half days, so I had to go to the hospital for an IV drip and some hydration. They also suggested I just start taking some Claritin daily, and that has been helping.
All in all, pregnancy is by far the most difficult thing I have had to handle in life, physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. People keep saying, "It will be worth it," and I'm now at a healthy enough point where I can believe them. I am so excited to be a mom, and I know Keith is going to be the best dad any child could ask for. He is so patient, funny, and loving. And our Holland Jack Adams is going to have him wrapped around her little finger. If you're struggling, know you're not alone. I'm here if you ever need to chat, whether it's about pregnancy or any other trying thing life is throwing at you.
Keith and I are flying home for Christmas on Saturday, and I am TERRIFIED of being confined on a plane for so long. I just really don't want to be one of those people who actually has to use a barf bag! I fly all the time! I am a good flyer! Oh well. It is what it is. Wish me luck! And if you made it all the way to the end of this post, congratulations. You're a trooper. I love you, and thank you for your words of encouragement and support. Merry Christmas.
Sidenote: I OFFICIALLY quit my teaching job on December 5th. I signed all the paperwork and stuff. Things were not looking good enough for me to go back, so that was sad, but I'm glad my supervisor and coworkers were so supportive of me "listening to my body" (I DESPISE that phrase) and taking the break that I needed. I'll teach again someday.
Wednesday, December 19, 2018
Monday, December 18, 2017
Seeking Christ this Christmas
It's only been 4 almost 5 years since either Julie or I had posted anything here. Might as well post my talk that I have on sacrament meeting yesterday! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I feel like most people are pretty good about seeking Christ during the Christmas season. My Facebook feed has countless people posting every day on what they are doing to light the world. At work, we have multiple boxes to take donations for those in need. The radio station I listen to on the way to work has partnered with a shelter for those in need and are trying to make the lives of the unfortunate better. My friends are looking for ways to uplift each other, trying to find the perfect gift just so they can see the joy on each other's faces that comes from having someone love you. Here at church, we're blesseed to have sacrament meeting devoted to Christ and Christmas. If you don't want to come closer to Christ this season, you practically have to cover your eyes and ears and avoid others at all cost.
I think that's a big reason so many people love Christmas. It's easy to feel closer to the Lord this time of the year. As Richard J. Maynes said in the Oct 2015 conference:
"The joy we experience in this life will be in direct proportion to how well our lives are centered on the teachings, example, and atoning sacrifice of Jesus Christ."
That's exactly what this season does for us, it helps us center our lives on Christ. As awesome as it is that the Christmas season helps us focus on the Savior every year, I think it's just as important to make sure we're seeking Him throughout the rest of the year as well.
So what exactly does it mean to seek Christ? Seeking Christ must be an active thing. You aren't going to come closer to Him by simply wandering around in life and getting lucky. There are too many distractions in our world for that to work. Matthew 13:44 states,
"Again, the kingdom of heaven is like unto treasure hid in a field; the which when a man hath found, he hideth, and for joy thereof goeth and selleth all that he hath, and buyeth that field."
Is the gospel important enough in each of our lives that we would give up everything else just to have it? Of course, most of us will never be asked to sacrifice everything just to stay faithful to the gospel, but you will be asked to sacrifice something.
It might be the time it takes to be a faithful home or visiting teacher. Not just briefly reading the monthly lesson on your walk to your appointment, but taking the time needed to think about the needs of those you'll be visiting and how you are able to help them.
It might be skipping out on that movie that you really wanted to see, but isn't exactly uplifting.
It could be a change of attitude so you aren't focussing so much on negativity.
Most of us are good people. Many of us may have been born in the church and have had the gospel our whole lives. Even if you weren't able orn in the church, you're here now. We're all at least on the right path. There was a young man in the scriptures in a similar situation.
Matthew 19:16-22
16 ¶ And, behold, one came and said unto him, Good Master, what good thing shall I do, that I may have eternal life?
17 And he said unto him, Why callest thou me good? there is none good but one, that is, God: but if thou wilt enter into life, keep the commandments.
18 He saith unto him, Which? Jesus said, Thou shalt do no murder, Thou shalt not commit adultery, Thou shalt not steal, Thou shalt not bear false witness,
19 Honour thy father and thy mother: and, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.
20 The young man saith unto him, All these things have I kept from my youth up: what lack I yet?
21 Jesus said unto him, If thou wilt be perfect, go and sell that thou hast, and give to the poor, and thou shalt have treasure in heaven: and come and follow me.
22 But when the young man heard that saying, he went away sorrowful: for he had great possessions.
This was direction specifically for that one young man, not a general commandment. But the principal of asking "what lack I yet?" Is the same. None of are perfect, yet that is also a commandment. Christ has said "be ye therefore perfect, even as your father in heaven is perfect."
For some of us, there are flaws that stand out in our own minds like sore a sore thumb. Others may not be as aware of exactly what they need to do next. In both cases, if we humble ourselves and ask the Lord "what lack I yet", He will answer. The test for us, then, is are we willing to make the changes that He requires of us? Or will we be like the young man in the scriptures who went away sad because he wasn't willing to give up what was required of him?
As I've been preparing for this talk, there has been a hymn that has been floating around in my head. Hymn 274 The Iron Rod. Most of us are familiar with the first 3 verses where we are told that the Iron Rod is the word of God and that it will guide us through the mist of darkness in our lives. But the 4th and 5th verses are also important.
4. And, hand o’er hand, the rod along,
Through each succeeding day,
With earnest prayer and hopeful song,
We’ll still pursue our way.
5. Afar we see the golden rest
To which the rod will guide,
Where, with the angels bright and blest,
Forever we’ll abide.
Hold to the rod, the iron rod;
’Tis strong, and bright, and true.
The iron rod is the word of God;
’Twill safely guide us through.
As we center our lives on Christ and seek Him, we will be able to truly feel the Christmas spirit, not just for the next week, but throughout the whole year and our lives. I pray that each of us will be able to center our lives on Christ so that we can have a life full of joy.
I feel like most people are pretty good about seeking Christ during the Christmas season. My Facebook feed has countless people posting every day on what they are doing to light the world. At work, we have multiple boxes to take donations for those in need. The radio station I listen to on the way to work has partnered with a shelter for those in need and are trying to make the lives of the unfortunate better. My friends are looking for ways to uplift each other, trying to find the perfect gift just so they can see the joy on each other's faces that comes from having someone love you. Here at church, we're blesseed to have sacrament meeting devoted to Christ and Christmas. If you don't want to come closer to Christ this season, you practically have to cover your eyes and ears and avoid others at all cost.
I think that's a big reason so many people love Christmas. It's easy to feel closer to the Lord this time of the year. As Richard J. Maynes said in the Oct 2015 conference:
"The joy we experience in this life will be in direct proportion to how well our lives are centered on the teachings, example, and atoning sacrifice of Jesus Christ."
That's exactly what this season does for us, it helps us center our lives on Christ. As awesome as it is that the Christmas season helps us focus on the Savior every year, I think it's just as important to make sure we're seeking Him throughout the rest of the year as well.
So what exactly does it mean to seek Christ? Seeking Christ must be an active thing. You aren't going to come closer to Him by simply wandering around in life and getting lucky. There are too many distractions in our world for that to work. Matthew 13:44 states,
"Again, the kingdom of heaven is like unto treasure hid in a field; the which when a man hath found, he hideth, and for joy thereof goeth and selleth all that he hath, and buyeth that field."
Is the gospel important enough in each of our lives that we would give up everything else just to have it? Of course, most of us will never be asked to sacrifice everything just to stay faithful to the gospel, but you will be asked to sacrifice something.
It might be the time it takes to be a faithful home or visiting teacher. Not just briefly reading the monthly lesson on your walk to your appointment, but taking the time needed to think about the needs of those you'll be visiting and how you are able to help them.
It might be skipping out on that movie that you really wanted to see, but isn't exactly uplifting.
It could be a change of attitude so you aren't focussing so much on negativity.
Most of us are good people. Many of us may have been born in the church and have had the gospel our whole lives. Even if you weren't able orn in the church, you're here now. We're all at least on the right path. There was a young man in the scriptures in a similar situation.
Matthew 19:16-22
16 ¶ And, behold, one came and said unto him, Good Master, what good thing shall I do, that I may have eternal life?
17 And he said unto him, Why callest thou me good? there is none good but one, that is, God: but if thou wilt enter into life, keep the commandments.
18 He saith unto him, Which? Jesus said, Thou shalt do no murder, Thou shalt not commit adultery, Thou shalt not steal, Thou shalt not bear false witness,
19 Honour thy father and thy mother: and, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.
20 The young man saith unto him, All these things have I kept from my youth up: what lack I yet?
21 Jesus said unto him, If thou wilt be perfect, go and sell that thou hast, and give to the poor, and thou shalt have treasure in heaven: and come and follow me.
22 But when the young man heard that saying, he went away sorrowful: for he had great possessions.
This was direction specifically for that one young man, not a general commandment. But the principal of asking "what lack I yet?" Is the same. None of are perfect, yet that is also a commandment. Christ has said "be ye therefore perfect, even as your father in heaven is perfect."
For some of us, there are flaws that stand out in our own minds like sore a sore thumb. Others may not be as aware of exactly what they need to do next. In both cases, if we humble ourselves and ask the Lord "what lack I yet", He will answer. The test for us, then, is are we willing to make the changes that He requires of us? Or will we be like the young man in the scriptures who went away sad because he wasn't willing to give up what was required of him?
As I've been preparing for this talk, there has been a hymn that has been floating around in my head. Hymn 274 The Iron Rod. Most of us are familiar with the first 3 verses where we are told that the Iron Rod is the word of God and that it will guide us through the mist of darkness in our lives. But the 4th and 5th verses are also important.
4. And, hand o’er hand, the rod along,
Through each succeeding day,
With earnest prayer and hopeful song,
We’ll still pursue our way.
5. Afar we see the golden rest
To which the rod will guide,
Where, with the angels bright and blest,
Forever we’ll abide.
Hold to the rod, the iron rod;
’Tis strong, and bright, and true.
The iron rod is the word of God;
’Twill safely guide us through.
As we center our lives on Christ and seek Him, we will be able to truly feel the Christmas spirit, not just for the next week, but throughout the whole year and our lives. I pray that each of us will be able to center our lives on Christ so that we can have a life full of joy.
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Funerals, sketchy ghettos, and loose teeth
I had an interesting week! As you probably know, my sweet grandmother passed away on Thanksgiving Day, and her funeral was in Portland. I was gone from Thursday to Sunday. And man alive, that trip was fun. Now that may sound weird seeing as the purpose of my visit was to attend a funeral. But let me explain. I'm not very familiar with my family on my mother's side. I have cousins I don't know the name of and others I wouldn't even recognize if they walked right up to me and started a conversation. I loved having this time to reconnect and become friends with family I haven't seen in 15 years. Some even longer.
My brother and I flew out there Thursday morning in time for a family dinner and the viewing that night. My dad, other brother, and sister got in late after the viewing. Friday morning was the funeral. And the weather was terrible! There was a snow storm overnight. Nothing compared to what we have here in Utah, but apparently they aren't used to snow in Oregon? It took us 45 minutes to drive to the church from our hotel, instead of the usual 10. So annoying. Good thing we left so early! The funeral was really lovely though. Us grand kids all sang a song for the prelude. And it was great to hear all about my grandmother's life. I know what memories I have of her, but it was wonderful to hear more about how she grew up. After the funeral and luncheon, the cousins gathered together in a room and started having this talent show type deal. It's the weirdest thing in my family. I seriously don't get it. We can't all be in the same room together without breaking into song or making fools of ourselves somehow. My sister is playing the piano, and my brothers and I are singing at the top of our lungs. We saw some dancing, heard some jokes, found that my veins aren't as deep as the doctors think they are, the works. It was SO much fun. Then all of a sudden it was time for dinner, and we decided to go to Red Robin. After dinner we went back to the hotel and played games. We only had one person complain about our noise level which was probably a miracle. But it was only 9:30! Lame! Like you're really trying to sleep at 9:30. The last of us managed to stay up until about midnight. Saturday was a free day. Which basically meant we spent the whole day playing games. Literally. Until dinner when we went to my cousin's house, had leftovers, sang, and continued to play games haha. Sunday morning was when it was time to go back home. My brother and I took a shuttle to the airport and managed to get home just fine despite a REALLY close connection in Seattle because of delays. The rest of the fam wasn't as lucky though. They got stuck in Chicago because of a storm. They slept on cots "in the sketchy ghetto in the middle of the airport with a bunch of other homeless people." And by 'slept,' I mean they stayed awake all night, afraid they were going to get robbed or murdered. At least that's what my sister says haha.
Anyway, it really was a great trip. I LOVED spending that time with my momma, daddy, brothers, and sister. I get to see them again in 10 days for Christmas break! Yahoo! They are so exhausting though haha. I'm no longer used to being active and loud every second of every day. I'll have to get more sleep over Christmas, or I don't know if I'll survive the whole 2 weeks!
As for my eye, all is well. Like I said earlier, it had started healing itself last Monday morning. Thank goodness. Because of the whole prescription and meds fiasco. But my eyes are doing just fine. On the other hand, I have a loose tooth. Which SUCKS! Sunday night when we got home, we had tacos for dinner. I guess there was a piece of gristle in the hamburger, and I chomped on it HARD, and it HURT. I felt it was loose that night. I have a dentist appointment next week, so I'm hoping it's nothing serious, and it will just tighten up after a few days. But I'm keeping an eye on it. If it gets any looser, I will see if I can go in earlier. As of right now, there's no pain or anything which makes me think it will be alright. But it has only been 2 days. You never know. And it's legitimately loose. Like, I can wiggle it with my tongue. Gross. Someday my body will stop doing retarded things. I hope.
My brother and I flew out there Thursday morning in time for a family dinner and the viewing that night. My dad, other brother, and sister got in late after the viewing. Friday morning was the funeral. And the weather was terrible! There was a snow storm overnight. Nothing compared to what we have here in Utah, but apparently they aren't used to snow in Oregon? It took us 45 minutes to drive to the church from our hotel, instead of the usual 10. So annoying. Good thing we left so early! The funeral was really lovely though. Us grand kids all sang a song for the prelude. And it was great to hear all about my grandmother's life. I know what memories I have of her, but it was wonderful to hear more about how she grew up. After the funeral and luncheon, the cousins gathered together in a room and started having this talent show type deal. It's the weirdest thing in my family. I seriously don't get it. We can't all be in the same room together without breaking into song or making fools of ourselves somehow. My sister is playing the piano, and my brothers and I are singing at the top of our lungs. We saw some dancing, heard some jokes, found that my veins aren't as deep as the doctors think they are, the works. It was SO much fun. Then all of a sudden it was time for dinner, and we decided to go to Red Robin. After dinner we went back to the hotel and played games. We only had one person complain about our noise level which was probably a miracle. But it was only 9:30! Lame! Like you're really trying to sleep at 9:30. The last of us managed to stay up until about midnight. Saturday was a free day. Which basically meant we spent the whole day playing games. Literally. Until dinner when we went to my cousin's house, had leftovers, sang, and continued to play games haha. Sunday morning was when it was time to go back home. My brother and I took a shuttle to the airport and managed to get home just fine despite a REALLY close connection in Seattle because of delays. The rest of the fam wasn't as lucky though. They got stuck in Chicago because of a storm. They slept on cots "in the sketchy ghetto in the middle of the airport with a bunch of other homeless people." And by 'slept,' I mean they stayed awake all night, afraid they were going to get robbed or murdered. At least that's what my sister says haha.
Anyway, it really was a great trip. I LOVED spending that time with my momma, daddy, brothers, and sister. I get to see them again in 10 days for Christmas break! Yahoo! They are so exhausting though haha. I'm no longer used to being active and loud every second of every day. I'll have to get more sleep over Christmas, or I don't know if I'll survive the whole 2 weeks!
As for my eye, all is well. Like I said earlier, it had started healing itself last Monday morning. Thank goodness. Because of the whole prescription and meds fiasco. But my eyes are doing just fine. On the other hand, I have a loose tooth. Which SUCKS! Sunday night when we got home, we had tacos for dinner. I guess there was a piece of gristle in the hamburger, and I chomped on it HARD, and it HURT. I felt it was loose that night. I have a dentist appointment next week, so I'm hoping it's nothing serious, and it will just tighten up after a few days. But I'm keeping an eye on it. If it gets any looser, I will see if I can go in earlier. As of right now, there's no pain or anything which makes me think it will be alright. But it has only been 2 days. You never know. And it's legitimately loose. Like, I can wiggle it with my tongue. Gross. Someday my body will stop doing retarded things. I hope.
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Needles make me turn wimpy.
My eyes are dumb. I wish they weren't, but they are. Let me tell you what's happened over the past few weeks.
About 2 weeks ago, I was experiencing some dryness and the tiniest bit of pain in my eyes. That usually means I need to switch my contacts. I'm supposed to do it RELIGIOUSLY every month, I know. But I just forget, okay! So I changed them and expected the pain to go away. It didn't.
Then they got really, REALLY red. With a particularly dark red circle around my irises. Not a little bloodshot red. Like the worst pink eye ever or like I was on drugs red. For real. So I assumed I had pink eye and went to get some over the counter drops for it. I used them for a few days, and they didn't help AT ALL.
So now it's the start of Thanksgiving break, and I finally realize I should probably go see a doctor about this instead of scaring my kids at school along with everyone else I see. I don't even know where to start. I haven't had to visit a doctor here in Provo since my freshman year. And let's just say that's when I lost all hope in doctors. So it's a good thing I don't get sick that often. (Sorry to all you doctors out there.) I searched online for a place that would take my insurance. I found one or two offices. Of course they were all closed when I tried to call and set up an appointment. Who would have thought with it being Thanksgiving and all?
So yesterday I wake up, and to my surprise, my eye doesn't hurt anymore! Yeah, it feels really dry, and is still pretty red, but all in all, it was like some miracle happened in the night. I was able to find a doctor to visit that night. When we called, the receptionist told us there was a 25 minute wait. Okay cool. We ended up waiting for almost 2 WHOLE HOURS!!! Unbelievable. I guess it was only about an hour and a half by the time I actually met with the doctor, but still. Geez. When he walked in the room, he shook Keith's hand, but then gave me a high elbow five because he didn't want to get my disease. Weird, but I think I actually liked him. He checked it out and told me that it wasn't an infection. (I sort of already knew that seeing as yucky crusty gunk was never one of my symptoms.) He told me that they were obviously EXTREMELY inflamed and swollen. He said it resembled what really terrible allergy cases can look like. He kept asking me if I just moved here or if there was some change in my environment or if I was allergic to anything. After all of my responses were no, he was just baffled as to why my eyes would have freaked out so badly. So he decided he wanted to do some blood tests. Apparently there are some weird diseases that could cause this to happen? I don't know.
Now I don't want to sound like too much of a baby, but I guess I am. I've never had to get blood drawn before. Lucky I guess? I've tried to donate blood a few times but to no avail, and let me tell you why. My veins like to hide. And not like, "Oh, it just takes a second with that uncomfortable elastic cutting off all circulation to make them pop up." I mean, "You've tried both arms twice already. I'm making a fist. I've been standing up and trying to shake all the blood downward for the past 3 minutes. This rubber band literally makes me want to cut my arm off. You're pressing so hard into the crevice of my elbow that I think you're touching the skin on the other side. And no, my veins are not visible at all."
Anyway, after like 10 minutes of searching, the lady thought she finally found one. She jabbed the needle in, and the first thing she said was, "Dangit." Bahahahahahaha! Wow, I just LOVE doctors! I guess she didn't quite make it in? But she jiggled it around and pushed a bit deeper and then all the blood started coming. Thank goodness. Then she said, "For future reference, tell them to go right in the middle and DEEP." So I guess that's what I'll be saying to anyone who needs to draw my blood from now on.
Seriously though, it hurt SO much. I remember this feeling. It's the same one I had the last and final time I tried to donate blood when my vein collapsed. (Yay.) Like, it hurt to move my left arm. At all. Like my muscle was spasming out of control and pain was shooting up and down my bicep. I could still feel it when I woke up this morning, but now I think the feeling is finally gone. Hooray!
The doctor wrote me a prescription for some eye drops with an antibiotic. They send their prescriptions electronically to the pharmacy. So I went to go pick it up like 30 minutes later, but they said they never got the prescription. It was close to closing time, so we just let it slide and assumed they would have it taken care of in the morning. When we called at noon, they still never received the prescription. We had them call the doctor's office to hopefully straighten things out. We're about to call again. I've gone another 24 hours now without the meds I need to help me not look like a freak. I hope you have your act together people!
The doctor wrote me a prescription for some eye drops with an antibiotic. They send their prescriptions electronically to the pharmacy. So I went to go pick it up like 30 minutes later, but they said they never got the prescription. It was close to closing time, so we just let it slide and assumed they would have it taken care of in the morning. When we called at noon, they still never received the prescription. We had them call the doctor's office to hopefully straighten things out. We're about to call again. I've gone another 24 hours now without the meds I need to help me not look like a freak. I hope you have your act together people!
On the bright side, my eyes is continuing to heal on its own. Finally. It felt even better when I woke up this morning than it did yesterday. I still want those meds though.
The End.
Saturday, November 30, 2013
Days 25 through 30... Yeah, I've been busy haha
Day 25: I am SO thankful for my freshman year at BYU. On Sunday Keith and I went to church with my freshman brother because he was giving a talk. It was very nostalgic. They have sacrament meeting, Sunday school, and relief society in all of the same rooms I had them in as a freshman. Crazy. It just reminded me of what kind of person I was when I graduated from high school and what kind of person I turned out to be at the end of that year. I have never gone through a time of so much growth. I'm convinced my freshman experience was different than most. The friends I made then, are still my best friends. We're going on 6 years with each other. They are literally the most incredible people I know. They taught me so much. How to have fun, how to love others as well as MYSELF, how to play sports haha. I came out about 20 pounds lighter after freshman year, thank goodness. I don't even know what else to say other than that year was magical. I will remember it forever. (I can remember most of that year like it happened yesterday.) You guys will probably continue to be my best friends forever. I am so happy that God put us all together on that floor in Hinckley Hall. And you boys across the quad in Stover. I will forever be grateful for your kindness, faith, and love that have built me up and strengthened me over and over again.
Day 26: I'm thankful for eyes that I may see the color of butterfly wings. For the last 2 weeks almost, I've had this weird eye sickness? I don't know what to call it. It's in both eyes. They have just been really red, and I can't seem to get enough of that burning sensation! I look like a druggie. All the time. Seriously they are so red. And they're tired all the time. They hurt to be open. And they're really tender. Like, if I close my eyes and softly touch my eyelids it hurts. I thought it might have been pink eye, so I haven't done anything to try and figure out what's wrong with them. I thought it would go away after a day or two. I've been wearing my glasses almost all day every day as well, thinking that would help. But obviously, after 2 weeks, it must be something else, and I should probably go to the doctor to get it checked out. I just hate doctors... But I love my eyes even more! I want to be able to see clearly again. And get rid of my hideous glasses! Blech!
Day 27: I'm grateful for time off of work! Most of the time, I like teaching. Sometimes I like children. ALL THE TIME, I like the time off I have away from teaching and children hahaha. I am just so happy to have a break right now for Thanksgiving. The constant chatter of "Mrs. Adams, your eyes are red. Mrs. Adams, why are your eyes so red? Mrs. Adams, do you have pink eye? Mrs. Adams, you should go to the doctor." I've been hearing for the past week have been getting REALLY old. I was looking forward to this time to relax and spend time with my family. My brother has been living with me over break so that he would have someplace to eat (They closed the freshman cafeteria this weekend.), and people to hang out with since most of his buddies are out of town. Keith and I have LOVED having him here. Thank you for being such an awesome house guest little bro. This break is going to be over all too soon though. I go back to work on Monday. Wish me luck haha!
Day 28: I am grateful for my grandmother Lola. She passed away on Thanksgiving Day. She was probably the most faithful woman I know. And she was never afraid to share her knowledge of the Gospel. That's one of the things I admired most about her. As I was falling asleep last night (er, trying to sleep. I couldn't really) I started thinking about all of the memories I have of her. To be honest, I don't have a TON. She lived 3000 miles away from me, but I guess I saw her quite often for that being the case. Here are some of the most prominent memories I have of her.
Day 29: I am thankful for the Plan of Salvation. My grandma Lola has been a widow for about 30 years. I never had the opportunity to meet my Grandfather. Either of my grandfathers actually. I am grateful to know that grandma is finally with her cute boy again. I think that thought is what's holding me together. It's hard for me to spend a few hours away from Keith. We've spent a few summers apart before, but we weren't even married then. I can't imagine being in this world for 30 years without him. I'm sure grandma must be so happy right now at their reunion. I am thankful that my family will be together forever. That idea gives me hope when things seem hard to bear. I am excited for when the time comes that I will be able to meet my grandfathers and see Grandma again.
Day 30: I guess it's appropriate to say this now, but I'm thankful for Christmas. I give Christmas a lot of crap sometimes because it seems to overshadow my favorite holiday, Thanksgiving. But even though I despise the corny Christmas music and a lot of decorations people put up on their lawns (Logan called me Scrooge just yesterday haha) I still do really enjoy Christmas. I am so blessed to have been born into my family. I love them with all my heart. I am so excited to go home over Christmas break and see my momma, daddy, brother and sister again. Too bad the missionary brother will miss it by like 2 weeks or something! I can't believe it. We will have been so close but yet so far.
Okay, so my brain is fried right now. Who knew that catching up an entire week of thankfulness would take so much out of you. It could be that it is really early in the morning. Or that I've been staring at a computer screen for so long, or that my eyes are really wacked up. But I just don't know what else to say. I hope I was able to get all of my ideas across without sounding weird... Anyway, I love November. Thank you for giving us a holiday that encourages people to be thankful. I love it.
Day 26: I'm thankful for eyes that I may see the color of butterfly wings. For the last 2 weeks almost, I've had this weird eye sickness? I don't know what to call it. It's in both eyes. They have just been really red, and I can't seem to get enough of that burning sensation! I look like a druggie. All the time. Seriously they are so red. And they're tired all the time. They hurt to be open. And they're really tender. Like, if I close my eyes and softly touch my eyelids it hurts. I thought it might have been pink eye, so I haven't done anything to try and figure out what's wrong with them. I thought it would go away after a day or two. I've been wearing my glasses almost all day every day as well, thinking that would help. But obviously, after 2 weeks, it must be something else, and I should probably go to the doctor to get it checked out. I just hate doctors... But I love my eyes even more! I want to be able to see clearly again. And get rid of my hideous glasses! Blech!
Day 27: I'm grateful for time off of work! Most of the time, I like teaching. Sometimes I like children. ALL THE TIME, I like the time off I have away from teaching and children hahaha. I am just so happy to have a break right now for Thanksgiving. The constant chatter of "Mrs. Adams, your eyes are red. Mrs. Adams, why are your eyes so red? Mrs. Adams, do you have pink eye? Mrs. Adams, you should go to the doctor." I've been hearing for the past week have been getting REALLY old. I was looking forward to this time to relax and spend time with my family. My brother has been living with me over break so that he would have someplace to eat (They closed the freshman cafeteria this weekend.), and people to hang out with since most of his buddies are out of town. Keith and I have LOVED having him here. Thank you for being such an awesome house guest little bro. This break is going to be over all too soon though. I go back to work on Monday. Wish me luck haha!
Day 28: I am grateful for my grandmother Lola. She passed away on Thanksgiving Day. She was probably the most faithful woman I know. And she was never afraid to share her knowledge of the Gospel. That's one of the things I admired most about her. As I was falling asleep last night (er, trying to sleep. I couldn't really) I started thinking about all of the memories I have of her. To be honest, I don't have a TON. She lived 3000 miles away from me, but I guess I saw her quite often for that being the case. Here are some of the most prominent memories I have of her.
- As far as I can remember, she's the one who gave me my first piano lesson. My mom is probably thinking, "No that was me. When you were like 4 years old." But in my mind, it was Grandma. I have a clear picture of her teaching me the proper fingerings on the first song in the green book.
- She makes the most delicious homemade raspberry jam.
- I got a stuffed animal from her when I was really little. He was a white elephant with a patriotic shirt on or something? I named him Newt.
- She had 'that room' upstairs in her house. Even though the entrance was usually blocked by something, we cousins always made our way in to explore all of the old things and musical instruments that were sitting around in there.
- She came to my baptism when I turned 8. She was one of the speakers.
- She bakes like no one else. She was especially well known for her cinnamon rolls. Every time she flew out to visit, she would bring 2 suitcases. One was filled with her clothing. The other was filled COMPLETELY with well packaged cakes, candies, brownies, and ingredients to do more baking. The only downfall was that it looked like a bomb went off in our kitchen every time she finished. :)
- Asking us kids to go fetch her some 'genuine whipping cream.' We all thought she was talking about whipped cream. She was very disappointed when we brought back the wrong thing and had no idea what we did wrong or what she was even talking about. We weren't well versed in baking I guess?
- She started taking community art classes and would always send our family little water color paintings. They're hanging on one of our cupboards in our kitchen. I love those things.
- Once when she came to visit, she gave me these place mats for my house whenever I would have one. They are huge sunflower heads with little smiley faces sewn onto them. Grandma even added eyebrows because she thought they looked awkward without them. Mom thought I would hate them, but I actually loved them. Keith and I have had one sitting as part of a centerpiece on our table since we got married.
- She came to my wedding. A few nights before I got married, she pulled me into her bedroom and had 2 dresses laying out on her bed. She asked me which one I wanted her to wear.
- This conversation she had with Keith's younger brother at our wedding.
Lola: So what are you going to do with your life?
Joseph: Well I think I'm going to join the military after graduation.
Lola: So you're not going to serve a mission?
Joseph: I don't know.
Lola: Have you listened to the prophet lately? - We met together in Idaho in April 2012 when I graduated from BYU, and my momma flew out. The whole time we were there, she tried to plan her funeral haha.
- She was always honest, blunt, sincere, kind, aware of others, willing to serve, and happy.
Day 29: I am thankful for the Plan of Salvation. My grandma Lola has been a widow for about 30 years. I never had the opportunity to meet my Grandfather. Either of my grandfathers actually. I am grateful to know that grandma is finally with her cute boy again. I think that thought is what's holding me together. It's hard for me to spend a few hours away from Keith. We've spent a few summers apart before, but we weren't even married then. I can't imagine being in this world for 30 years without him. I'm sure grandma must be so happy right now at their reunion. I am thankful that my family will be together forever. That idea gives me hope when things seem hard to bear. I am excited for when the time comes that I will be able to meet my grandfathers and see Grandma again.
Day 30: I guess it's appropriate to say this now, but I'm thankful for Christmas. I give Christmas a lot of crap sometimes because it seems to overshadow my favorite holiday, Thanksgiving. But even though I despise the corny Christmas music and a lot of decorations people put up on their lawns (Logan called me Scrooge just yesterday haha) I still do really enjoy Christmas. I am so blessed to have been born into my family. I love them with all my heart. I am so excited to go home over Christmas break and see my momma, daddy, brother and sister again. Too bad the missionary brother will miss it by like 2 weeks or something! I can't believe it. We will have been so close but yet so far.
Okay, so my brain is fried right now. Who knew that catching up an entire week of thankfulness would take so much out of you. It could be that it is really early in the morning. Or that I've been staring at a computer screen for so long, or that my eyes are really wacked up. But I just don't know what else to say. I hope I was able to get all of my ideas across without sounding weird... Anyway, I love November. Thank you for giving us a holiday that encourages people to be thankful. I love it.
This is my beautiful Grandmother on my wedding day. <3
Sunday, November 24, 2013
Days 22 through 24
Day 22: I am SO SO SO thankful for captivating movies and television shows. I've never been hugely interested in either of those things. I'm hard to impress when it comes to movies. Over the years, it has become rare that I'll watch one and care to watch it again. Most TV shows, I find difficult to get involved in or sloppy. But man alive, when I find one actually worth watching, I can't get enough of it. And after a long and exhausting day, sometimes there's nothing I like to do more than just sit on the couch with Keith and watch a show together. For example, Catching Fire. Seriously one of the most amazing films I have ever seen. I bet you never would have guessed seeing as I saw it 2 nights in a row haha. I'm blown away at how Jennifer Lawrence and Josh Hutcherson (thank goodness for him) have matured and enabled me to feel and love their characters. ALL of the characters in the movie were exactly how I pictured them while reading the book. Some were even better than I imagined. Johanna Mason. EXCELLENT WORK. It's difficult to find a book whose movie adaptation is actually WORTHY of it, but Catching Fire passed that test with flying colors. I think we might even go see it again over Thanksgiving break haha. If you like the book, go see that movie NOW. I promise you won't be disappointed.
Day 23: I'm grateful for coupons haha. I'm not an extreme couponer or anything like that. I have friends who are. I just haven't gotten started with that yet. Anyway, I love the coupons I do find and use. Keith and I went to a movie Saturday night and had some coupons for the theater. We ended up getting two slurpees and some nachos for $4.75. I know that doesn't sound like some fabulous deal or anything, but when the normal price for those items together would have been about 14 dollars, I feel pretty proud of myself only paying a third of that price.
Day 24: I'm thankful for cards and other fun games to play. My family grew up playing games together. Like ALL THE TIME. I don't think a lot of people understand me when I say this haha. Not something like, 'Oh, we play games together on Sunday nights' or a casual 'Yeah, I like to play games.' I mean full on constantly playing games. Go to school every day. As soon as we come home, start playing games. Take a break for dinner. Then continue playing games. Get ready for bed. Oh wait. Let's play some more games. ALL day EVERY day. Probably another one of the reasons I'm so hyperactive as an adult haha. And man alive, my family is competitive. About everything. Seriously. Which I actually sort of love. Other people probably don't. Deal with it. :)
Day 23: I'm grateful for coupons haha. I'm not an extreme couponer or anything like that. I have friends who are. I just haven't gotten started with that yet. Anyway, I love the coupons I do find and use. Keith and I went to a movie Saturday night and had some coupons for the theater. We ended up getting two slurpees and some nachos for $4.75. I know that doesn't sound like some fabulous deal or anything, but when the normal price for those items together would have been about 14 dollars, I feel pretty proud of myself only paying a third of that price.
Day 24: I'm thankful for cards and other fun games to play. My family grew up playing games together. Like ALL THE TIME. I don't think a lot of people understand me when I say this haha. Not something like, 'Oh, we play games together on Sunday nights' or a casual 'Yeah, I like to play games.' I mean full on constantly playing games. Go to school every day. As soon as we come home, start playing games. Take a break for dinner. Then continue playing games. Get ready for bed. Oh wait. Let's play some more games. ALL day EVERY day. Probably another one of the reasons I'm so hyperactive as an adult haha. And man alive, my family is competitive. About everything. Seriously. Which I actually sort of love. Other people probably don't. Deal with it. :)
Thursday, November 21, 2013
Days 18 through 21
Day 18: This is going to taste so awful coming out of my mouth. But I really am grateful for technology. I know I'm not the most tech savvy person around. I have a 5 year old laptop and a dumb phone. But they serve my purposes just fine, the main purpose being staying in touch with my family and friends. Sunday night my brother came over for dinner, and we Face Timed my parents and sister. They were celebrating some birthdays. I really wish I could have been there in person. But I am so grateful for the next best thing. I was able to see them and hear them and talk to them. I love the technology that enables me to have those abilities at my fingertips any time I want. I already live 2000 miles away from my family, and I haven't been physically with them for about 15 months now. I can't imagine how sad I would feel if I was unable to talk or see them via technology.
Day 19: I'm thankful for our car. It isn't anything special. In fact, we've had to put a LOT of money in repairs into it since we got it. But I so appreciate having a mode of transportation. Originally, I was planning on riding a bike to work this school year. I only work about 18 blocks away (2 miles ish). But now that winter is creeping in, I realize why that was a crazy idea. Winter in Provo. No good. No way I would be riding a bike through that crap. I am so happy I have a car. I'm also grateful for Keith's kind co-workers. He has a friend who has been driving him to and from work for almost an entire year now. We were so lucky to find someone who was willing to do that for Keith. Paul, thank you, thank you, thank you.
Day 20: I'm grateful for the temple. Keith and I went on Tuesday night with some friends. (Thank you for inviting us guys! Keith and I aren't always the best at finding time to go...) Anyway, I just love being there. I'm so lucky to live in Provo where there is one so close to me. It's pretty crowded. All the time. But it's okay. I learn more every time I go, and I'm so glad that I have a husband who is worthy to be there with me and answer most of my stupid questions. :)
Day 21: I'm grateful for Keith's job. Keith has been working full time for about 2 and a half years now. He has been supporting our family ever since we got married. He worked while I finished school, and he's still working now. It was because of him that we were able to pay rent or eat the first year we were married. I am so thankful for that. Another reason I like Keith's job specifically is that he gets a lot of perks. He gets a free lunch every day in their company cafeteria. And that food can be pretty darn delicious! Sometimes I'll join him if I have a day off or something. He gets work swag (sweatshirts, tshirts, water bottles, etc), wins prizes (like our ipad mini), and gets free movie tickets. Like to the movie Catching Fire. Which we're going to see tonight. For free. With free popcorn. And soda. I love free stuff!!! AND I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE THIS MOVIE! Watch the trailer here if you haven't seen it yet. AHHH! YAY!!! Yeah, talking to customers can sometimes be annoying, but we really have been so blessed just because of his job. I love it.
Day 19: I'm thankful for our car. It isn't anything special. In fact, we've had to put a LOT of money in repairs into it since we got it. But I so appreciate having a mode of transportation. Originally, I was planning on riding a bike to work this school year. I only work about 18 blocks away (2 miles ish). But now that winter is creeping in, I realize why that was a crazy idea. Winter in Provo. No good. No way I would be riding a bike through that crap. I am so happy I have a car. I'm also grateful for Keith's kind co-workers. He has a friend who has been driving him to and from work for almost an entire year now. We were so lucky to find someone who was willing to do that for Keith. Paul, thank you, thank you, thank you.
Day 20: I'm grateful for the temple. Keith and I went on Tuesday night with some friends. (Thank you for inviting us guys! Keith and I aren't always the best at finding time to go...) Anyway, I just love being there. I'm so lucky to live in Provo where there is one so close to me. It's pretty crowded. All the time. But it's okay. I learn more every time I go, and I'm so glad that I have a husband who is worthy to be there with me and answer most of my stupid questions. :)
Day 21: I'm grateful for Keith's job. Keith has been working full time for about 2 and a half years now. He has been supporting our family ever since we got married. He worked while I finished school, and he's still working now. It was because of him that we were able to pay rent or eat the first year we were married. I am so thankful for that. Another reason I like Keith's job specifically is that he gets a lot of perks. He gets a free lunch every day in their company cafeteria. And that food can be pretty darn delicious! Sometimes I'll join him if I have a day off or something. He gets work swag (sweatshirts, tshirts, water bottles, etc), wins prizes (like our ipad mini), and gets free movie tickets. Like to the movie Catching Fire. Which we're going to see tonight. For free. With free popcorn. And soda. I love free stuff!!! AND I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE THIS MOVIE! Watch the trailer here if you haven't seen it yet. AHHH! YAY!!! Yeah, talking to customers can sometimes be annoying, but we really have been so blessed just because of his job. I love it.
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