Sicko

I woke up yesterday morning, got ready for work, then looked at Blake. He looked miserable. Joe stayed home with him, and I took today off. He was acting fine, but looked HORRIBLE! At 10, his fever spiked again, so I called and made him an appointment. Turns out he has a double ear infection. Poor baby! I hate it when he's sick, and today was the 4th time THIS year he's been to the doctor. Last year, we went twice. Once for his well-check, and the other for his annual ear infection in December. We got some yummy Augmentin, and headed home. We both took a 2 hour nap, and feel great!

13 more school days until Spring Break!

Surprises

Joe and I have been trying to make a baby for a long, long time (since Aug. 09). I know every weird detail about a girls cycle and when the best time to do the deed to get pregnant. But it just didn't happen. In Oct., I went to a new OB-GYN since my old one retired. I told her of our struggles and she said, "Well, great! Let's have blood work, blood work, and more blood work done, an HSG (weird, painful thing where they put a tube in your cervix, blow it up, and inject you with dye to see if your tubes are blocked), and then Clomid.

I took my first round of Clomid in December. They say there are some side effects and the most apparent ones were hot flashes--boy do I feel bad for pre-menopausal women, and mood swings. Boy were the mood swings CRAZY!!! At least it was over the 2 weeks I was off at christmas so only Joe got to experience them. January rolls around, and bam! I was pregnant. We were excited, set an appointment, and then one week later, Jan. 15, I started bleeding. We went to the Emergency Room, I was poked and prodded by a very loud, gum smacking tech, and found out that I had a "pregnant looking uterus" but there was nothing in it. My hormones levels were super low (11). I went home to a very heavy, long period.

I went into the doctor on the 18th. She says the same thing, a miscarriage. Actually a chemical pregnancy. You are actually pregnant, but the egg doesn't implant. There's nothing I could have done to prevent or cause it, and the doc says we are free to try our next cycle after this month.

Fast forward to last week. Blake and I were sick, and we were home on Monday and Wednesday. On Wednesday, we watched Cars, and I was eating one of my favorite snacks--Buffalo Chicken Dip. I couldn't eat it. I almost threw up just at the smell. Anyone who knows me knows I am sensitive to smells, so the vinegar in the Frank's Red Hot was too much. I was disappointed, but thought it was my illness.

Some friends of ours are moving back to Florida, and were having a going away bar-b-que and Ken makes the most delish margaritas I have ever had, so I wanted to be sure. Saturday morning I get up, pee on that wonderful stick and wait. I fully expected it to say "Not Pregnant", but this is what I got

WHAT!!!!! I wasn't due to start until Tuesday, and last month, I tested 3 days late and that was my first positive. I took another test on Monday afternoon...very dark positive line! I also had blood work done on Monday and when the nurse called on Tuesday, she said I was "very pregnant".

We are still cautious, and worried about miscarriage, but with great numbers and continual peeing on a stick should keep me occupied until Feb. 28th (my first appointment).

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Week 5 Day 2

Today, I participated in my 2nd workout of Week 5 of the C25K by completing a 5k run/walk benefiting the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure. My great work friends and Joe were there to cheer me on. Carolyn is training for a Marathon, and decided to be my running buddy and we ran together. I ran as long as I could, stopped for a wonderful potty break behind an industrial dumpster, walked a bit, and sprinted (well, at least a sprint for me) to the finish line. It was a great feeling to run full stride the last 1/8 mile and hear my friends cheer for me to finish strong. My time was 45 minutes 11 seconds. I couldn't have asked for a better partner while running. She talked me through my pain, told me when to regulate my breathing, drop my shoulders and let me stop when I needed to. Who knew I could run 90% of it with only 13 "trainings" before hand? I am super excited and can't wait for the next one with no walking breaks or potty breaks!

And, yesterday, I turned 32.

My mother-in-law asked how my "telethon" went. Yesterday, we found out that dad-in-law has been using some horse cream for his muscle spasms, and taking the small, white pain killers he got from the same friend. Oh how I love them!

My mom, on the other hand, said she would come, but backed out last minute, then went to IKEA!

4 days to 5k

My birthday is in 3 days. I will be 32. I am running a 5k on Sunday--it's just 4 days away. I planned on running at least 4 days this week, but Monday, I felt, well, pooped. Yesterday it was raining as I stepped outside, and today Joe has school. So here I am, 4 days away, and haven't run in as many. Tomorrow I am getting new shoes and I am super stoked. I WILL run tomorrow and at least on Saturday. I am going to try to do Friday also, but not sure.

When I decided to do the Susan G. Komen 5k with Fabuleslie I excitedly told my mom. She said, "Wow! That's the day after your birthday and I will be there." Tonight, I told her I was starting at 7:30 and she said, "Oh, I can't come that early." Unfortunately, Fabuleslie may not be able to run with me.

I tracked my Saturday run, and in about 31 minutes, I ran 2.53 miles. That came down to about a 12:14 minute mile. I should be done in under 4k minutes! Then, it's out to breakfast!

Running

This morning I ran day 3 of week 3. I had a hard time finishing, but blame the head cold I am fighting right now.

I don't know if I should start Week 4 tomorrow or repeat week 3.

Disappointment

The one person in the world who I should have been able to trust for my entire life has disappointed me once again. Webster (who is he anyway...) defines it "to fail to meet the hope of". Boy is that right on.

After more than 20 years of disappointment, I shouldn't be surprised, right? Nope, I still am.

This time it involves my kid.

How can you be constipated and have diarrhea at the same time? Um, don't you remember what you just told me 10 words ago?

All I can do is make sure I never do this to my baby!

No bueno

I have been crabby for over 24 hours. I was feeling better, then I had to sit through traffic. Stupid traffic. Then we went to HEB. Stupid HEB. We got home and I forced myself to run. Felt good until I had to R.U.N. Knees hurt, ankles hurt, shins hurt, back hurt, feet hurt every flippin' thing on my body hurt. Something even happened to my sports bra. My boobs were feeling quite heavy. And to top it off. My right ear bud stopped working. Not fun to listen to lawn mowers on one side, and Britney on the other.

It's now 7:50 and I wanted to be in bed already. I give myself 15 mintues then I am there!