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Monthly Archives: November 2006

I have a lot to catch up on. This has been quite an exciting week. I was looking forward to a nice relaxing weekend this past weekend before the busy-ness of Thanksgiving, but what I got was far from relaxing. On Friday morning, I went to the doctor to get a shot of progesterone to jump start my cycle. That was no fun, and I still wear the bruise on my rear end. Shortly after we returned home, the plumbers came to look yet again for our phantom leak. They ripped out my stove and tore out some sheet rock and discovered that it looked like the wall on the other side was even worse than our wall. So they nearly forced their way into our neighbor’s house, and as soon as they stepped foot inside, the smell of mold heavily assaulted their senses. They looked around and discovered that the carpet was absolutely SATURATED and that the kitchen ceiling was on the floor of the kitchen. There was standing water in the kitchen and mold growing all the way up the cabinets. When they went upstairs, they discovered that the toilet bowl had a crack in it. Instead of turning off the water to the toilet or calling our landlord, the lady just let the toilet flood her bathroom and then the rest of the house! And, yes, there were still people living there! The plumber immediately called our landlord who showed up as soon as he could which was later that night. He called in some professional mold cleaners to look the place over, and they told us that we needed to move because the mold level in our house from our neighbor’s leak was at 45% in some places and over 100% in others! I was panicked because we had been planning for my family to come to our house on Thanksgiving. How in the world were we going to get moved on time, and where in the world would we move to? Landlord to the rescue! It just so happened that Bridgeforth, the landlord, had at least three places open. We looked at all three and settled on the third. Then we went to eat with our friends, the Durhams.

At dinner, Christopher and I began to panic again because we began to realize everything that moving entailed. We had to be packed and ready to go by the next day because we had no idea when the movers would be there. So after we ate, Beth and Davy helped us search dumpsters until we had enough boxes. I sent an email out to our church that night, and Saturday morning the Bairds showed up ready to help me pack. They got most of the upstairs packed while I did most of the downstairs. (Christopher was at work all day.) I was relieved to find out that afternoon that the movers would come on Monday. But that meant I had to ask off of work. Thankfully, my boss is very kind and understanding and let me off without any problems.

Sunday, Christopher and I packed all day, and we began moving things into our new house. Monday morning, the movers came, and I spent the day unpacking. The Durhams came over that evening and helped out. Tuesday after work I unpacked until Christopher came home. Then I let him take over while I chilled out with a good book. Wednesday, I unpacked some more and then began cooking for Thanksgiving dinner.

My family arrived early afternoon on Thursday. Christopher had to work all day so we planned to have a late supper. Tawni came over and we all played games and had a grand time until it was time to do more cooking. Dinner was delicious, and it was great hosting my first Thanksgiving! Friday, Mom, Christina, Tawni, Christopher, and I all went shopping. We were out for way too long and all were very tired and ready to end the shopping trip by 4. (We didn’t start until about 11.)

So there is the story of my week. Today has been a good day. Christopher and I got plenty of sleep last night, and were able to spend the day together. He left for work about an hour ago, so I have the evening to myself. I plan to do some cleaning and maybe some unpacking if I can motivate myself enough.

As crazy as everything has been lately, we have been greatly blessed. We have a newer, bigger, prettier house that isn’t across the street from a bar. I FINALLY started a new cycle thanks to the progesterone shot in the rear. And I start Clomid in three days. That’s right. Bring the fertility meds on! So, all in all, we are happy and well, and I have nothing else to write about. I’m signing off!

Well, we got back from Florida a couple of hours ago. My washing machine is still in pieces on the kitchen floor and all four or five towels that I left on the floor are completely soaked. The leak has definitely gotten worse. Much worse. The landlord said that once we get it fixed, we’ll tear down and rebuild the damaged and mushy wall. Ugh. This is not going to be a fun process. Anyway, FLORIDA! Yeah, we had a ton of fun. Went to the beach on Friday and played with darling little Caleb and watched the sun set with Beth Durham. It was beautiful. Sharing a house with three other couples and four kids was lots of fun. I felt overwhelmed a couple of times when things got real noisy, but it was fun. The house was amazing. Our backyard was a small pond with a small grassy area in front of it where the kids played with a football. The grass was so green because the sprinklers were turned on every night, and everything was landscaped perfectly. I hated to leave. I am not looking forward to going back to work tomorrow after having four lovely days off. Ugh. Oh well. Life becons once again. Think of me as I emerge myself back into the real world tomorrow.

Sarah and I agreed that we would do “tidbits” regularly rather than wait for several weeks to a month for something significant to write about. So, here is my “tidbit” for now. I’m at work alone this morning, and I think I will be until around 10:30 or 11. That’s fine with me. I don’t really have anything to do. Tomorrow, Christopher and I are leaving for Florida for the weekend to go to a Family Advanced conference put on by Mickey Schnider’s church (I believe…). We are both very much looking forward to getting out of here for four days. We will be spending our time in Florida with some of our closest friends from church which makes the trip even more exciting. I can’t wait. :)

Yesterday was a very good day. A repair crew came out to fix our fence, a plumber came out to try to find our nasty leak, and our landlord came to check out the damage from the leak and complimented me on how great the house looks. :) That was very exciting. To top it all off, I got to have dinner from my favorite sandwich place with my favorite guy, and Sarah called! (Hi Sarah! *waving*)

Well, that’s my “tidbit” for now. (I thought tidbits were supposed to be shorter. I guess I just can’t help writing a story.)

Right now, I am listening to hymns that Out of Eden rearranged. Usually I HATE hymn re-arrangements, but they have actually done a fantastic job. I listen to this CD whenever I’m home by myself because it makes me feel peaceful, and it gives a good background for cleaning. Cleaning…ugh. I’m putting that off because I just don’t know where to begin. I feel paranoid because Christopher pulled a box out of the closet this morning, and there was a colony of ants living in it. I mean the whole chabang. Eggs and everything. A couple of weeks ago, I found a colony in a box of my china! After that, I asked for a china cabinet for Christmas, and we had our house sprayed. We may have to do it again. Ugh. To top all that off, something in my kitchen is leaking, and we cannot figure out what it is. Christopher thinks it may be the drainage system for the washer machine. The water, we think, is leaking into our wall and coming out all over the floor in the downstairs bathroom and especially the kitchen. There is constant wetness along the walls in both rooms, and sometimes I find a huge puddle in the kitchen. It smells horrible in the laundry room area because of the wetness, and mold is beginning to show itself on my kitchen floor even though I thoroughly clean it weekly. Thankfully, we do have a great landlord who is cooperating with us in this. Hopefully, we’ll be able to get a hold of his plumber by Monday so we can figure out what is going on. In the meantime, laundry is piling up, and I’m scared to run a load because I don’t want to make the mess worse than it all ready is. I am going crazy here.

On a brighter note, yesterday I tried on the GAP jeans that I had given up wearing a month ago, and they actually fit! I couldn’t believe it! I ran a lot this past week, and I’ve been trying to cut out a huge chunk of my sugar intake, and I guess it’s working. I haven’t lost any weight, but it’s encouraging that my jeans finally fit again. Now to work my way back down to my size 6 jeans… We’ll see about that.

I don’t think I’m fat. I just think I need to get control of my weight. And I really do need to eat better and exercise. I have gone from a size 6 to 10 in jeans this past year, and unless I change something, my size will continue increasing. Another reason I want to get control of my weight is that I’m hoping it will also help me get control of my PCOS. Today is cycle day 80 for me. The average cycle is 28-35 days. (Sorry to any men reading this, but this is a trying to conceive journal of sorts.) I certainly broke my own record there. I have almost officially given up thinking that I may get pregnant on my own. I’m ready to start Clomid. Bring on the twins! I don’t care. I just want to give my husband the children he’s always dreamed of having. Me too.

On another bright note, I have found a board of wonderful Christian women that are all going through the same thing I am–trying so desperately to have a child unsuccessfully. It’s been really good for me because we all encourage each other and pray for one another. Sure, we do complain some because this process is so frustrating. I mean, we are WOMEN. We are SUPPOSED to have babies. But our bodies aren’t working as a woman’s body should. But because we all are having the same problem and because we all serve the same wonderful Savior, we are able to help one another through all of this. I know it sounds kind of silly that I’m talking to people on the internet that I’ll never meet (here on earth anyway) but it’s nice for all of us to be able to share this with other Christian women. I do have friends I could talk to, and they will sympathize, but they aren’t where I’m at. (I love them, though, and am very grateful for them because I know that they are praying for me and are supporting me. They know how much I want to have a baby, and they want the same for me almost as much as I. That means a lot to me.) And sometimes I have a hard time talking with my husband about this because it gets him sad, and while he really wants children, he doesn’t want it to consume him like it does me at times. So, when I need to talk, I just go to the board and share my thoughts with those wonderful women. It’s refreshing.

Well, I’ve put it off long enough. It’s time to clean. I feel better now. :)