Valentine's Day

I have always thought V-day was little silly. I love Chris everyday and like to celebrate that love all the time, not just one specific day out of the year. The restaurants are usually over crowded and flower costs are inflated. So, the hubs and I went out to dinner on Friday night to beat the v-day rush. He got me flowers (which I'm sure were too expensive); they are beautiful. We had a wonderful Italian meal at a local place, Asti. The food and service were superb. I left completely satisfied with a fat person heavy, wheeze breath from stuffing myself to the max. Saturday we spent the day together. I made a nice dinner and some ice cream, chocolate raspberry. Wooow, it was rich. Here are a new few pics of 2nd street with some furniture, flowers, pups and thangs.


Herb and Peaches harassing the people walking by


seperating the raspberry seeds from the ice cream


roses+


kitchen


living room


again

I Survived Ebola

I kid, I kid.... But, I did survive the worst stomach virus ever. Wednesday mornin' I was at work and out of nowhere it came. First it was the butt pee and then came the puking. I went to the minor emergency place and got a shot of anti nausea meds. Felt a little better Thursday, but not good enough to eat anything. Thursday night it came back full force. Called in sick to work again on Friday. I decided to try and eat something on Friday afternoon, big mistake. Started puking again and this time the pukes came with awful stomach cramping. My hub had to go to a work related event, so I called his best friend, Bobby, to come and take me to the hospital. Good thing I brought a bag with me, cause I puked on the way there. Chris met us at the emergency room. I hate the hospital, so you know I'm pretty sick when I'm begging someone to take me. We waited for 3 hours before seeing a doc. Lots of dirty, germy looking people in that place. I'm surprised I didn't pick up another illness from being there for so long. I got 2 liters of IV fluids and some more anti nausea medicine. I finally start to feel better and the nurse gives me some potassium, because my electrolyetes were all effed up from the puking, and some benadryl and reglan. Next thing I know my heart feels like it's going to beat out of my chest and I start to feel dizzy. 45 minutes and EKG later I get to go home. Guess I had some weird reaction to the meds. Today I'm finally starting to feel back to normal. The only upside to this virus was the rapid weight loss, I'll have a great weigh in this week at weight watchers!

Opinions are like Assholes

everyone has one.....
That is one of my mom's favorite sayings. Well, looks like I'm ready for another asshole....I mean, opinion.
A few months back a friend recommend I see a doctor that helped her sister get pregnant after many failed IVF treatments and 8 miscarriages. She said this doctor did something that all the others didn't, hormone testing mid cycle. So, I finally made an appointment. I'm ready to hear what he has to say about my girly parts. I want to discuss my self diagnosed luteal phase defect. Hopefully he won't be to harsh on me for self diagnosing. I know it must drive doctors crazy when we do that. But, when it comes down to it, I know my body. I walked around for years with a tumor in my uterus that I knew was there even though the doctors kept telling me it wasn't! Those things don't grow to the size of a large onion overnight.
I'm finally at a place where I can go back to the doctor. I'm comfortable with my fertilty and my plan and just want a doctor to discuss it with. I'm hoping this new doc is supportive of my acupuncture treatment, because if he's not I won't be seeing him again.
Thanks to my therapist I have finally come to a place of hope. A steady feeling of satisfaction with my life. Not the up and down roller coaster I was riding. I haven't felt this good in a long time. I'm in no way ready to attend a baby shower, but I'm not going to cry when I get the invitation or birth announcement. I'm getting rid of the anger and hurt I have been carrying around in my gut and making room for love and acceptance. This has been one hell of a transition, and it's amazing what I have learned about myself. I truely believe that everyone could benefit from therapy.