These past few weeks have been so surreal. I can't believe I spoke with our lawyer today about the finalization. I can't believe that Teresa and I (okay, mostly Teresa) are making the girls' dresses for the finalization, party, and family portrait. I can't believe that, very soon, our children will share our last name along with our love.
I can't believe that in six months, we'll be adding another child to our family.
I can't believe I'm already showing.
I can't believe I'm 12 weeks pregnant.
After everything we went through, I had (happily) resolved that I would never have biological children. I would never get pregnant. And I was very okay with that. I love the miracle of adoption. It has given me more joy that anything else in this world. I would even get mad at people who would tell me "You're going to get pregnant now!" I would get angry and practically yell at them. I was very happy with my children. Bobby and I were even talking about our next adoption already. Well, add me to the statistics. Classic case.
I've known about our pregnancy for almost two months now and I'm just now starting to wrap my head around it. There really is someone inside me growing and alive. It has a heart beat. It's moving around. My kids touch my belly wondering about what it is that's in there. They get excited about the idea of having another baby (they love babies and have been around them all their lives.) They get excited about going with me to buy the baby clothes. They've dealt with it so well, I have to ask myself if I've dealt with it as well as they have. I've questioned many things, I've been scared out of my mind, I've almost shut down at times.
I always promised myself that I would never be one of those horrible pregnant women who do nothing but complain. I had worked too long for this and would enjoy every moment. Every symptom. Well, the good Lord has seen fit for me to experience every symptom, every single one of those "joys of pregnancy.". I've been nauseous 24 hours a day for over 6 weeks now. I can't eat, I can't drink, I'm spending the majority of my time dry heaving. I'm dizzy. I have head aches.
Is it worth it? Of course. But added to the stress of "holy crap, what's going on" and things are not as rosy as I would like them to be. Well, not in the "I'm so happy i could dance a jig" kind of way. I'm.......so happy I could........honestly..........take a nap. It's just so unforeseen, so sudden.
Well, now that I've vented and told you how life sucks and such, I'll get off my high horse.
I truely am greatful for the opportunity God has given me. I am so blessed. I rub my belly all the time. I'm thinking of names. And next week, after my 13 week doctor's appointment, I'm going to buy bottles. And once my morning sickness eases up, I will enjoy every moment.
I just need to feel a bit like a human again, then life will move on and I'll prepare for the next step.
Monday, October 23, 2006
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
And I was worried!!!!
Are you ready for this??? You sure????? Make sure now!!!
I just got a call from our social worker. CPS is ready to finalize the adoption. They want it done next month. They're not making us travel to San Antonio. They're letting us do it over the phone. OMG!!!!!!!!!!
FYI: Things never happen this way. We havn't even signed the adoptive placement paper work yet (we will soon.) Usually, once that paper work is signed, THEN you start working on the adoption and it can take several months before finalization.
HOLY QUICK FINALIZATION BATMAN!!!!!!
I love CPS. I love our social worker.
I love our children so much.
I just got a call from our social worker. CPS is ready to finalize the adoption. They want it done next month. They're not making us travel to San Antonio. They're letting us do it over the phone. OMG!!!!!!!!!!
FYI: Things never happen this way. We havn't even signed the adoptive placement paper work yet (we will soon.) Usually, once that paper work is signed, THEN you start working on the adoption and it can take several months before finalization.
HOLY QUICK FINALIZATION BATMAN!!!!!!
I love CPS. I love our social worker.
I love our children so much.
Sunday, October 08, 2006
My Journey through IF
It was four years ago this month that we decided to go off the Pill. We had been married for three years and our lives were moving in an upward direction and we realized that we were just about ready for kids. We weren't exactly trying, but we weren't going to stop anything either. I was so excited about the idea. So off the Pill I went.
I then proceeded to not have a period for 8 months. We forced a period. Waited another 5 months. Forced a period. This time we waited 3 months before we went to the meds. Finally, a year and a half after we got off the pill, I began to have somewhat normal periods. By this time, I knew something was wrong. I tried to talk to Bobby about it. "Honey, I don't know if I can have kids." He wouldn't even think of hearing it. "Just don't worry." He would tell me. I also tried to prepare our families. Everyone thought it was all in my head.
We decided to up our trying status. We actively tried. I even thought it may have worked a couple of times, but nope. Nothing. Nada. Zilch.
Two years ago, Bobby called one day to let me know that one of our good friends was going to have a baby. I finally broke down and said, "When will it be my turn. Isn't it my turn?" "You're right," he said, "call your doctor." And I started Clomid. Here's the breakdown: When on clomid, Dr. G would check my hormone levels to check if I ovulated (I think he checked progesterone, I've blocked it out.) This hormone must be at least at 10 - 15 in order to ovulate....month three of 150 mg of Clomid, I was at 0.08. I kid you not.
Month 5 I finally ovulated. But nothing. Month 6. Nothing. Dr. G then referred us to our IF (infertility) specialist, Dr. N. He's one of the best. It was a 2 month wait before we could get in, so we took a wonderful repreive from baby making. And as luck would have it, we concieved. The day I found out was one of the best in my life. I walked on air. Then just a few days later, I miscarried. I wasn't sure Iwould make it through. I never realized how much losing a pregnancy could hurt. I didn't want to breath anymore, let alone move on. But somehow I did. Somehow we picked up the pieces and just a week after the miscarriage, we went to Dr. N's office. He immediatly recommended surgery.
December 7 of last year, I had a laperoscopy and hysteroscopy to diagnose my infertility issues. My tubes were clear, but Dr. N removed stage 3 endometriosis and diagnosed me with PCOS (polycystic ovarian syndrome.) We were set to begin treatments that included injectables and IUI within weeks. Now, let me tell you, I had to really pump myself up for this. I've never been the type to go for the invasive treatments. I'm very pro adoption and we decided years ago that we would adopt no matter what. So I go in, just three weeks after my surgery, pumped and ready to go. And then I get told that I have to go back on the birth control pill. In just those few days, I had grown a large cyst on one of my ovaries and could not begin treatments. Because of it's size we discussed surgery if the cyst did not go down within two months. I went home and cried. I was devasted, tired, and was melting away. I sat down and told Bobby,"It's time for you to play the man card. Make the decision here. I just can't do it anymore." To which he said, "You're done. I can't watch you go through this anymore. I want my wife back." So I took out my adoption applications, took a deep sigh of relief, and began the process to adopt a baby from Korea.
Just weeks after sending our application in, I got pulled in another direction. You see, a good friend of mine knew of three kids who would be up for adoption within the week. Her parents had fostered the kids for two years. So she showed me their picture and told me about them. I spoke with their foster mom. And then I let it go. A week later, Friday afternoon, I got a text message "They're free. They're up for adoption."
So we took Saturday and went over to my friends home to discuss the matter. We found out about them, looked at more pictures. By Sunday morning, we knew what we had to do. And the rest, as they say, is history. Not 10 weeks after my surgery, I met our children. I'll never forget that day. It was February 18, a day that will forever be marked in my head. On May 6, they came home and I finally became a Mom. That was my one great desire. And they fulfilled it like no other could. And I began to heal.
Then came August.
So we decided to stay on the pill just to keep me as healthy as possible. Well, I woke up one morning in August and realized I had forgotten to get my prescription. I should have started taking it three days ago. Well, no biggie, I figured I'd force a period after my anual in November and get back on it. He he he. That same day, I felt something happen. Both my ovaries, at exactly the same time, tightened. Hard. They stayed this way fro about 10 seconds and then just relaxed. 14 days after my period began, I ovulated. I kid you not. Now, I havn't done this very often, so I knew exactly what happened. We were sitting watching TV and I almost yelled, "I just ovulated!" Bobby took one look at me and said, "Hey, why not. Let's go for it."
It worked.
I'm now 9 weeks 5 days along. We saw the heartbeat on Thursday. OMG.
I havn't said anything simply because we hadn't told the kids yet. I didn't want them to feel the hurt if something went wrong. Well, we told them tonight. They are just thrilled. I've made it clear that this baby belongs to them too. That they are now and will always be a part of our family. Destiny has already made plans to go shopping for baby clothes with me. She hugged and kissed me and said, "Mommy, I'm so glad you're gonna have a baby!"
We also told our social worker. I was so afraid that this would hinder our adoption, but she couldn't be happier.
Well, this is a long post and I bet you're tired. There is much more to say, but I'll post more later. Any prayers and thoughts would be appreciated. We're still in the danger zone and I'm very scared.
Much love.
I then proceeded to not have a period for 8 months. We forced a period. Waited another 5 months. Forced a period. This time we waited 3 months before we went to the meds. Finally, a year and a half after we got off the pill, I began to have somewhat normal periods. By this time, I knew something was wrong. I tried to talk to Bobby about it. "Honey, I don't know if I can have kids." He wouldn't even think of hearing it. "Just don't worry." He would tell me. I also tried to prepare our families. Everyone thought it was all in my head.
We decided to up our trying status. We actively tried. I even thought it may have worked a couple of times, but nope. Nothing. Nada. Zilch.
Two years ago, Bobby called one day to let me know that one of our good friends was going to have a baby. I finally broke down and said, "When will it be my turn. Isn't it my turn?" "You're right," he said, "call your doctor." And I started Clomid. Here's the breakdown: When on clomid, Dr. G would check my hormone levels to check if I ovulated (I think he checked progesterone, I've blocked it out.) This hormone must be at least at 10 - 15 in order to ovulate....month three of 150 mg of Clomid, I was at 0.08. I kid you not.
Month 5 I finally ovulated. But nothing. Month 6. Nothing. Dr. G then referred us to our IF (infertility) specialist, Dr. N. He's one of the best. It was a 2 month wait before we could get in, so we took a wonderful repreive from baby making. And as luck would have it, we concieved. The day I found out was one of the best in my life. I walked on air. Then just a few days later, I miscarried. I wasn't sure Iwould make it through. I never realized how much losing a pregnancy could hurt. I didn't want to breath anymore, let alone move on. But somehow I did. Somehow we picked up the pieces and just a week after the miscarriage, we went to Dr. N's office. He immediatly recommended surgery.
December 7 of last year, I had a laperoscopy and hysteroscopy to diagnose my infertility issues. My tubes were clear, but Dr. N removed stage 3 endometriosis and diagnosed me with PCOS (polycystic ovarian syndrome.) We were set to begin treatments that included injectables and IUI within weeks. Now, let me tell you, I had to really pump myself up for this. I've never been the type to go for the invasive treatments. I'm very pro adoption and we decided years ago that we would adopt no matter what. So I go in, just three weeks after my surgery, pumped and ready to go. And then I get told that I have to go back on the birth control pill. In just those few days, I had grown a large cyst on one of my ovaries and could not begin treatments. Because of it's size we discussed surgery if the cyst did not go down within two months. I went home and cried. I was devasted, tired, and was melting away. I sat down and told Bobby,"It's time for you to play the man card. Make the decision here. I just can't do it anymore." To which he said, "You're done. I can't watch you go through this anymore. I want my wife back." So I took out my adoption applications, took a deep sigh of relief, and began the process to adopt a baby from Korea.
Just weeks after sending our application in, I got pulled in another direction. You see, a good friend of mine knew of three kids who would be up for adoption within the week. Her parents had fostered the kids for two years. So she showed me their picture and told me about them. I spoke with their foster mom. And then I let it go. A week later, Friday afternoon, I got a text message "They're free. They're up for adoption."
So we took Saturday and went over to my friends home to discuss the matter. We found out about them, looked at more pictures. By Sunday morning, we knew what we had to do. And the rest, as they say, is history. Not 10 weeks after my surgery, I met our children. I'll never forget that day. It was February 18, a day that will forever be marked in my head. On May 6, they came home and I finally became a Mom. That was my one great desire. And they fulfilled it like no other could. And I began to heal.
Then came August.
So we decided to stay on the pill just to keep me as healthy as possible. Well, I woke up one morning in August and realized I had forgotten to get my prescription. I should have started taking it three days ago. Well, no biggie, I figured I'd force a period after my anual in November and get back on it. He he he. That same day, I felt something happen. Both my ovaries, at exactly the same time, tightened. Hard. They stayed this way fro about 10 seconds and then just relaxed. 14 days after my period began, I ovulated. I kid you not. Now, I havn't done this very often, so I knew exactly what happened. We were sitting watching TV and I almost yelled, "I just ovulated!" Bobby took one look at me and said, "Hey, why not. Let's go for it."
It worked.
I'm now 9 weeks 5 days along. We saw the heartbeat on Thursday. OMG.
I havn't said anything simply because we hadn't told the kids yet. I didn't want them to feel the hurt if something went wrong. Well, we told them tonight. They are just thrilled. I've made it clear that this baby belongs to them too. That they are now and will always be a part of our family. Destiny has already made plans to go shopping for baby clothes with me. She hugged and kissed me and said, "Mommy, I'm so glad you're gonna have a baby!"
We also told our social worker. I was so afraid that this would hinder our adoption, but she couldn't be happier.
Well, this is a long post and I bet you're tired. There is much more to say, but I'll post more later. Any prayers and thoughts would be appreciated. We're still in the danger zone and I'm very scared.
Much love.
Monday, October 02, 2006
Quick Update!
Okay, so it's been a LONG time since I've updated!!
So, in our world this month...
We still havn't signed to adoptive placment paperwork and I'm getting upset about it! All we're waiting on is the kids' case files which we asked for over two months ago. AAAAAH! The kiddos are doing great. Staci did NOT qualify for ECI (early childhood intervention) woo hoo! Our CPS worker visited Destiny at school and miss D. had a blast. Her worker said it was like seeing Destiny in her "element!" I'm so glad. D. usually has a fear of CPS visits. maybe this one'll help bring her out of her shell a little bit. Jon is doing good. Right now we're focusing on fine motor skills. So we practice coloring inside lines a lot, making sure we eat all our food with a fork or spoon, and we wrestle a lot with him. I've noticed some improvement in his strength.
As for me...we've already finished the first six weeks of school. I can't believe it. My students are doing pretty well. It's always good to watch them grow and learn throughout the year. I can't wait to see what they're like at the end of the year. Especially my reading workshop. THey have sooo much potential!!!
Bob has inventory this week. He's working 12 hour days for the next few days. YUCK! The kids really miss him when he's gone so much! He's also going to a music festival in New Braunfels this weekend, so he'll be gone for three days! I think I may need my Mommy!!!
I'll try to post something more interesting next time! Until then!
So, in our world this month...
We still havn't signed to adoptive placment paperwork and I'm getting upset about it! All we're waiting on is the kids' case files which we asked for over two months ago. AAAAAH! The kiddos are doing great. Staci did NOT qualify for ECI (early childhood intervention) woo hoo! Our CPS worker visited Destiny at school and miss D. had a blast. Her worker said it was like seeing Destiny in her "element!" I'm so glad. D. usually has a fear of CPS visits. maybe this one'll help bring her out of her shell a little bit. Jon is doing good. Right now we're focusing on fine motor skills. So we practice coloring inside lines a lot, making sure we eat all our food with a fork or spoon, and we wrestle a lot with him. I've noticed some improvement in his strength.
As for me...we've already finished the first six weeks of school. I can't believe it. My students are doing pretty well. It's always good to watch them grow and learn throughout the year. I can't wait to see what they're like at the end of the year. Especially my reading workshop. THey have sooo much potential!!!
Bob has inventory this week. He's working 12 hour days for the next few days. YUCK! The kids really miss him when he's gone so much! He's also going to a music festival in New Braunfels this weekend, so he'll be gone for three days! I think I may need my Mommy!!!
I'll try to post something more interesting next time! Until then!
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