Probably a mistake.......

So, I realize that this is probably just a big mistake, but I am feeling hopeful again. I usually get hurt when I allow my to feel this way, but I'm taking that chance. After all, one of my favorite quotes says:

When the world says "give up" hope whispers "try one more time".

So hope whispered, and I guess I listened. It was either try again, or give up completely. Last week I was ready to give up. I really was. Before I could though, I stumbled across a quote by Thomas Jefferson.

"When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot in it and hang on."

Lately I've been at the end of my rope. I'd had the dream about the twins which really did leave me reeling. Then I had some spotting on Sunday, and I was sure AF was showing up. I couldn"t even fathom any other reason why there would be spotting. Spotting at 7dpo. The thought didn't even cross my mind. Until this morning. There hasn't been any other spotting. Ther has been some very mild crampiness. Kind of like with previous pregnancies. Today there was nausea. Just a few random waves. Gone nearly as quickly as they appeared. The flu? Possibly. Morning sickness? Could it be? Perhaps?

The spotting was just about the right time to have been implantation spotting and brief waves of nausea two days later.....it really could be. Especially since I can't stay out of the ladies room, no matter how little or how much I drink. AF is due on  Friday. I know that it is entirely possible that she will show up right on time. I know that it is even PROBABLE that she will show up. But there is this small sliver of hope that says "What if?"

I do have a $ store test in the bathroom. I am trying to decided whether to take it in the morning or if I should wait another day or two and then test. I have been testing with OPK's. I know that I ovulated when I thought I did (Jan 23), and yet my OPK's are getting darker each time. Yep.....there is that little hopeful sliver again.

So that is where I am now. I tied a knot in my rope, I hung on, I listened when hope whispered, and I am trying one more time.

Is it over yet?!?

I am so ready for the weekend. Seriously. Not that I have much of a weekend. I just want this week to be over. It's been a long one.

Saturday made four years since my Dad passed away. And I had to work. Needless to say, it was a bad day. It just set the tone too. Sunday church was cancelled because of snow. The roads were NASTY and we were stuck at home. I shoveled way too much snow and ended up with my shoulder hurting.

Sunday night I had a dream. A dream that maybe should have given me hope, but instead just caused more heartbreak. I dreamed of twins. Two beautiful little girls. Hannah and Sarah. They both had dark hair just like Matt. They were perfect. They were born early though, and the doctors told me that Sarah wasn't going to make it. I wasn't worried though. I knew in my heart that my girl was a fighter. I knew it would be fine. In my dream I watched my girls get bigger and grow stronger. I was able to take both girls home with me and they continued to thrive.

The dream was so realistic that when I woke up, I looked around for them. I didn't see them, so I thought Matt must have them, letting me sleep. As I opened the bedroom door and looked into the livingroom there wasn't any babies, toys, bassinetts or anything..... then it hit me. There were no babies. It was just a dream. I didn't have a Hannah or a Sarah. It was like a sucker punch to the gut. I started crying before Matt even realized I was in the room. Not just tears. Gut wrenching sobs. I couldn't help it. My heart was breaking. This was the most realistic dream I had ever had, and I spent most of the day Monday in bed, grieving for two beautiful little girls I've never even had. I could not even force myself to get up until nearly 3pm when I HAD to get up for work. Even as I type this, I cry. Tears for those two little babies. Maybe it's stupid, but I fell in love with those two girls during that dream, and the pain from "losing" them is just as bad as the pain I've experienced with my chemical pregnancies.

I have been in mourning all week. Grieving for children I never carried, never saw, never held in my arms. Grieving for children who never even exsisted, but whom I loved more than I can even explain. I have cried at random times all week thinking about Hannah and Sarah. I would give ANYTHING to have them. Matt thinks that the dream was a sign and should give me hope. After all, I should have ovulated Saturday or Sunday. We covered our bases from a TTC standpoint. He thinks I should be happy, but the fact is, it just reminds me of what we have been working for during the past 5 years. What we have tried for time after time, and what we still don't have.

Tonight I was on youtube surfing around and decided to watch the memorial video that I posted for my Dad. That is when I realized that a week ago (so right around the anniversary of his passing) some douchebag posted HORRIBLE comments on the video. Comments that I won't even repeat, but that I will never be able to erase from my memory. It pisses me off and breaks my heart.

Once again, I sit here with tears streaming down my face. Tears for my Dad and for my girls. For my precious Hannah and Sarah. Beautiful babies that I would do anything to have. Babies that I don't think I'll ever get to have. After five years, I just don't know how to be hopeful anymore. I'm broken. My belief that EVERYONE will eventually get the babies they want is gone. My faith that one day I will hold a baby of my own is gone. I'm broken, and I don't know if I will ever be whole again.

Four Years

Four years ago I said goodbye to my Dad. It was by far one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. Today my son and I sat and talked about my Dad. It breaks my heart to realize that my son has very few memories of my Dad. He was five and a half when Dad passed away, but we had already been living in Iowa for a year, and he hadn't seen him during that time. I was 5 when my grandfather passed, so I guess I should have realized. It just hadn't thought about it I guess.

It makes me so sad, to think about the things that Will has missed out on with his Pap. I wish he had been able to spend more time with him. I wish he didn't have to depend on my memories to learn about his Pap. At the same time, realizing how much he is missing out on makes me sad for me too. For the first time, it has really dawned on me just how much I missed out on with my Pap. As I said, I was 5 when he passed, and I while I know that he and I were extremely close, I have only a few very brief memories of him. I don't remember his funeral or his death. I don't remember much at all really. In a way, I guess that I am not only grieving for my father, but for the first time, I am also grieving for my Pap. Maybe that is why this year was so much harder on me than any other year so far.

I miss my Dad so much. My husband only met him one time, for a very brief period. My son doesn't remember much about him. The reality is, my daughter is the only of his five grandchildren who will actually remember him. One of his grandsons was born just 5 days before he passed, my son was 5 and my neice was 2 and the fifth never got to meet him at all. It just doesn't seem fair. I wish they all could have known what an amazing man he was.

My Daddy

Walking me down the aisle during my first wedding.

His final resting place

A blinkie that I made for Dad.



Faith

It's not a big secret (at least I don't think) that my faith has taken a BIG hit over the past few years. Between multiple miscarriages, my parents' divorce, the death of my father, my uncle, two of my grandmothers.... It's been a long couple of years. There have been times where I nearly gave up. I came so close to giving up completely so many times.

Today was the beginning of a change though. The beginning of a new start. We had an amazing service today. There was a message that seemed to be directed right at me. It was about how America has turned their backs on God and how we are mainly just "playing church". We talked about the scripture in Luke 18 where the bible says it would be easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God. We have always read that and put ourselves in the position of the poor man. We always assume that there are these rich people out there somewhere who won't make Heaven because they are not willing to give up everything for God. If you look at it from a global point though, we are the rich ones. Very few people in America can call themselves poor from a world standpoint. We are so wealthy in this country, and we have no understanding of what poor really is.

I had already decided it was time to get serious and get back to God. between services I took a nap. I tossed and turned and wasn't getting much rest. I almost decided to stay home. Instead, I woke up from a nightmare that was so realistic that I was shaking. I had dreamt about demons. The more awake I got the more I realized that I felt a dark pressence. I literally RAN out my door. I knew I HAD to get to church right away. I thought there was a demon in my house, and I started praying. I didn't know what to do other than I knew I had to get to church.

In the end, the demon wasn't in my house. A woman who everyone in the area knows is demon possessed showed up at our church tonight. She disruppted the service repeatedly and the entire congregation came together and prayed. I would love to be able to say that we prayed the demon out of her, but the fact is, we didn't. Instead, she refused our prayers and left the church. We all stayed and talked, and explained to the kids what had happened and prayed together though. It was such a powerful moment. The minute the woman entered the church I realized that the demon was there, and not in my home. I realized that I had that overwhelming urge to run because I was needed at the church, and I am glad I went.

So often, ministers give us the scriptures all sweetened with honey and a pair of rose colored glasses to view it with. The bible does not tell us that if we are Christians everything is going to be rainbows and sunshine and daisys. The scripture clearly says that we will suffer just as Christ suffered for us. There will be good times, but there will also be times where we have to battle with evil. There will be times where Satan and his evil forces come against us. We have to be reading the word, praying daily and reaching for God. We have to have faith in Him and trust Him to meet our needs.

I know I haven't been living the life that I should be. It's time for me to draw closer to God. I need to pray more, and to study the word more. I need to learn to trust him and make him number one in my life, ahead of my children and my husband even. Today was a turning point for me and my faith. I hope that everyone reading this takes that journey with me.

If you pray, please pray for my church. Wednesday is going to be a time of prayer and fasting for us. We know that as a whole, we have to draw closer to Him. Please pray for us, and if you have a need, share it with me so that we can pray for you as well.

I hate this week.

It's officially the 16th now. I hate this week.

I REALLY HATE THIS WEEK.

Four years ago today the doctors told me that there was absolutely nothing more they could do for my father. Four years ago today the doctor stood and told me it would be selfish of us to continue to keep my father alive. Four years ago today, my father's IV that was giving him fluids that were keeping him alive blew. Four years ago today I called my father's friends and family members and told them that if they wanted to see him again, they needed to come now. Dad had spent most of the month sleeping. When he did wake, he was often confused and unable to carry on a coherent conversation. I had known that eventually we would reach this point, but that didn't help to dull the pain that stabbed through my heart when the doctor said "it's time".

Less than an hour after my conversation with the doctor I went outside to smoke a ciggarette (I've been smoke free for four years next month) and make a few more phone calls. When I came back, my father, who had been sleeping for days, was sitting up, drinking a cup of coffee and talking. Not the confused babble that had become the norm, but a real, coherent, honest to goodness conversation. He appeared stronger than he had in the month I had been home. He was laughing as I walked in the room. God I miss hearing him laugh.  He saw me come in and said "Do you have any idea how long it's been since I have had anything to eat?" (Yeah, I did. He hadn't had actual food since he had entered the hospital on December 29th.) "I want a cheeseburger. Go get me a cheeseburger. A bacon cheeseburger. Two of them Go to Hardee's for me, will ya?"

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. They had just told me that they couldn't do anything. They had just said he may never even wake up again. That I probably would never have another meaningful conversation with my Dad again. Here he was asking for a cheeseburger. I went to the nurses desk and asked the nurse, Eric (who just happened to be a friend from high school and an old neighbor) what I should do. His response, "Steph, your dad is going to die. We still can't help him. If the man wants a bacon cheeseburger, go get him a bacon cheeseburger."

I did get that bacon cheeseburger. Two of them. And curly fries and a chocolate shake. And he ate every bite. The man who hadn't eaten in nearly a month ate every single bite and then, he asked when he could see his dog. After a talk with the nurses, and explaining just how big this dog (a siberian husky) was, my brother went home to bathe her and we "snuck" her into the hospital to visit Dad. At this point they are still telling us it could be as soon as a few hours, but I just didn't belive it.

Four years from tomorrow they discharged my Dad from the hospital. Four years from tomorrow I took my Dad home. It was like having a baby all over again. He needed medicine every four hours at most. His stomach had shrunk, so he could only eat very small meals (unlike the one he inhaled in the hospital that night). I was constantly having to make him something to eat, giving him meds, or helping him to the bathroom or changing a diaper. (He was still so weak that he couldn't control his bowels. He appeared to get stronger every day though. I knew that the doctors didn't know what they were talking about.

Four years ago on the 21st my Dad quit eating.
He quit drinking.
He quit talking.
He mostly slept.
When he was awake, he just stared into space.

Four years ago on the 22nd, my mom and my aunt came to visit. I took a shower while they visited with Dad. I felt rejuvinated. I felt better than I had all week.
I walked into my Dad's room and my kids were talking to him. He told them he loved them and then they ran off to play. He motioned for me to come closer. He hugged me and told me he loved me. And then he went back to sleep.

A few hours later the hospice nurse stopped to check on us. She didn't like what she saw. As she listened to Dad's heart, he jumped and opened his eyes. He pointed and said, "It's coming! It's coming!" I tried to calm him down and told him that the nurse was just trying to listen to his heart and lungs. He just kept saying "It's coming!"
Then he closed his eyes.........
.......his breathing slowed........
......I was relieved that he had calmed down.

 And then I heard those dreaded words.

"Stephanie, it's time to say goodbye now. We're losing him. If you want to say goodbye, now is the time."


Four years ago, on January 22nd, I held my Daddy's hand and I told him I loved him.......
.......and as he took his last breath, I kissed his forehead and said goodbye.

As I sit here and write this, four years later tears are streaming down my cheeks. Four years later, and it still hurts nearly the same way as it did that day four years ago as I said goodbye.


Four years and I am still not used to the idea that you are gone.
I miss you Dad. I miss you more and more every day.
I'd give anything to have you back.

The journey has begun!

First, a weightloss update: I have lost 3.4 pounds since the first of the year. My hubby has lost 3.8 pounds. I'm really excited about that! This is no where near as hard as I thought it was going to be. The shakes taste good, the snacks are awesome, and because we picked up the frozen meals, there is no weighing or measuring or anything. It makes it so much quicker and easier.

School starts next week. It's going to be Matt's first semester. I can't help but feel bad watching his stress out about starting school. I remember feeling these same feelings last semester. I was so stressed out that I thought it would make me sick. He is so worried, and I know that he will do fine. I am looking forward to the first week being over so that he can relax and enjoy the semester.

I am looking forward to thsi semester myself. I am not nearly as overloaded as I was during the first semester. I am looking forward to most of my classes, with the exception of speech. I think it will go a bit more smoothly this time. I did manage to keep my 4.0 last semester, but I was stressed out and sick most of the semester. My goal is to maintain my GPA but have more time to relax and enjoy myself this semester.

I received a letter in the mail today that I wasn't expecting. It was a letter from the college president. It was a letter congratulating me on being named to the President's List. I'm pretty proud of that stupid piece of paper. I worked really hard last semester to maintain those grades, and that paper acknowledges that hard work.

A New Year

Today is not only a new day, but a new year! For the first time in a long time, I feel very hopeful about the upcoming year. I will be honest, that kind of makes me nervous. It seems like every time I have hope, something comes along to crush that hope again. For now though, I am hopeful and I am going to bask in that hope.

I make New Year's resolutions each year..... ones that while wonderful in theory..... are ones that I just cannot follow through with. This year, I made my resolutions a bit more manageable and more realistic. I also only made three resolutions this year.

1. Drink at least 64 ounces of water daily and walk on the treadmill for 10 minutes at least 4 times a week.


2. Read at least 1 book for entertainment each month. (Does not include books assigned for school.)

3. Complete a minimum of 6 Forever Warm blankets in the next year.

I am hoping that by drinking more water that will mean less soda and southern sweet tea. I am hoping that combining that with working out will mean that I will eat much healthier overall. It's been easier than I suspected it would be actually. One day into the new year and I have eaten healthier two days in a row!
Yep, I was so excited by my resolutions that I went ahead and started a day early. I've worked two days in a row, but instead of the normal junk that I eat at work I've eaten diet meals (still microwave meals, but much healthier ones) and an orange! For anyone who doesn't know me, the fact that I even took a bite of an orange is a miracle itself. Turns out I actually kind of like them though. I've had one with my dinner the past two days, and I came home and wanted a snack tonight, so I grabbed another orange instead of chips or ice cream or candy like I usually would have. And just for the record, there is plenty of all of those options in the house!

I am also hoping that I can get more blankets completed and read more books than I planned as well. I don't know about that one for sure though. With school and two jobs and kids and Matt...... I don't know that there will be time to do any more than that.

I also decided to try to complete a 100 day challenge that I read about on Facebook. Basically you just have to get up and move, be active, for 30 minutes a day. I had to move around a ton of backstock at work tonight and instead of using jacks and dollies, I did it all manually because of this challenge. I started a 365 photo blog too! I think that it could be so much fun! I always wanted to do it, but I never remembered to start it on time and I felt weird starting it late, so I haven't done it until now. Feel free to check either one out!

Why so stinky? Why so disgusting?

Why is it that with a boy, stinky or disgusting equals cool?

If that question alone hasn't warned you, this post is going to be about some rather stinky, unpleasant, not so polite things.

My son is nearly ten years old. When I had my son I once made the comment that I would now get to see the other side of things. I was promptly told ny a few people that there is no difference between raising boys and raising girls. I can tell you that those people either raised all boys or all girls. Anyone who has had both will tell you there is a BIG difference.

Today, I was reminded of some of those differences. We had to run out today to pick up some essentials (butt paper and toothpaste) some none-essentials (hair ties, a quick easy meal for dinner, and a new telephone because the kids "can't hear" the phone when I try to call home) and school supplies (for Matt and I. The semester starts Jan. 10th!). Because WalMart is a one stop shop for all these items, and because I live quite literally in the middle of nowhere, we chose to stop there.

First, can I say that boys...... and men for that matter..... seem to lose brain cells when they enter WalMart. They instantly begin acting completely stupid and trying to see how badly they can embarass the females that are with them. Now, I have closely observed this behavior on multiple occasions and after observing other people in WalMart I can tell you this only happens if the male is shopping with a female. If he is alone or with one or more other males, he behaves in a mostly sane manner.

While my boys (my son and my hubby) did survive the trip to WalMart, (I will admit that during a moment of insanity, while trying on new shoes, I may have thrown my shoe at my husband because of his INSANE behavior), we did all escape the store in one peice. Barely.

As we wrapped up our shopping trip I glanced at the clock and realized that it was well past lunchtime, so we went to a nearby Taco Bell for Taco Tuesday. WOOT! My favorite! After a quick, late lunch we are headed home. As we are cruising down I-35, it happened. Well, several things actually. They all occured within split a few milliseconds. I was passing a semi when my daughter half screamed, half groaned "DISGUSTING", my son burst into laughter, and a smell strong enough to make me gag hit my nostrils.
I quickly started rolling down my window, ignoring the fact that it was in the mid 20's and I had no coat on.

Sierra and I were horrified, Will was proudly proclaiming "THAT CAME OUTTA MY BUTT!!!", and Matt was turning to high-five him. *shakes head and shrugs* MEN!

I thought my disgusting reminders of the difference between girls and boys was over but I was mistaken. Just a few minutes ago Will came back into the living room and said "Hey sis, do you really think Taco Bell's FIRE sauce is too hot to eat?" She nodded and he said, "Yeah, well you should feel it coming through the other end! That poop BURNED!!!" Then both of my boys were once again doubled over in laughter as Sierra and I were left asking the question, "WHY?"

Why do boys really find things that are so disgusting to be so cool? And in case you are wondering, no, they don't outgrow this. I witnessed proof of that when my husband came running out of the bathroom yesterday screaming. "You have got to come look at this! That is one HUGE poop! Seriously, come here!"

I refused, and realized that one day my son is going to do this same thing to his wife too. The poor woman!

Sometimes people just suck!

Sometimes people just suck. Sometimes I really don't like people.

On Christmas Day, someone made a mean and hateful comment to me. Someone who is supposed to love me. Someone who I love. It was one of the most cruel and hateful things anyone has ever said to me.

I think those are the things that hurt the most.

Someone insinuated that my children were not quite as important as other children in the family because..... well because they aren't blood relatives. They also said that I was jealous of other members of the family because of their children. At least they stopped before saying it was because of my inability to have more children. The insinuation was there though.

This came from a person who has been there through our entire journey with infertility and pregnancy loss. This is someone who has seen how devastated we have been as we lost one pregnancy after another. Yet still, this person made hateful comments. Called my husband and I both petty and jealous.

The comments came because we told this person that my husbands brother should take responsibility of his own children. This person argued that it is EVERYONE'S responsibility to help take care of these children. I'm sorry, but no. They TRIED to get pregnant both times. While they couldn't have known that they would have twins the second time, they tried to get pregnant so that their babies were close in age. They are TRYING to get pregnant now. They don't raise the children they have and yet they are trying again. It is not my responsibility to raise the children that they refuse to raise.

To accuse me of being jealous of someone who refuses to take care of their children.... of someone who does not adore their children....... of someone who takes their children for granted...... it was worse than a slap in the face! It's not jealousy. It's disgust. I can't stand the way that some people ignore their children. I can't stand the way that some people just take their children for granted. Especially when those people are someone who have watched a family member suffer the way that Matt and I have.

Sometimes people just suck.
Sometimes I really don't like people.
I don't know how to move past this hurt.
Sometimes life just sucks.

Ugh! This just sucks!

I am really looking forward to Christmas.

Most of the time.

There are other times where I am not. Those times where I just want to stomp my feet, scream, cuss, cry, and throw a fit. Time where I am missing my babies so freaking much and I just would do absolutely anything to have them back. Times when I'm just pissed off at the universe because I just don't have my eight babies with me. Times when I get really pissed off at the fact that we can't have a baby, yet EVERYONE around me is pregnant!

Don't get me wrong...... I am always happy for people who are trying to conceive and successfully do so. I am even more happy when someone with infertility gets pregnant or when someone who suffers from recurrent pregnancy loss has a baby.

There are times though....... there are so many people who do not deserve or want to be pregnant. People who are drunks, or addicted to drugs. People who neglect their children or  just don't want to be pregnant. Why do those people get to have a baby, but we don't get too?

And even when a person wants a child, has longed for the child, and is a great parent, there are times that it hurts. I have watched many, many people start trying to conceive while I have been on this journey. More of them than I could even begin to count have gone on to have a child. Some of them have had two, or three or in one case, a girl is pregnant with her fourth child....all conceived during the time I have been waiting for a baby.

Today is one of those times.

Everywhere I look, someone is pregnant. A neighbor, a friend, a cousin, online friends. A woman at church, classmates, customers at the store, even the weather woman. And right now, that hurts. I just want a baby. I just want to be able to give my husband a child.

I love my children, but I want siblings for them, and it just isn't happening. I'm trying to come to terms with the fact that it might not ever happen.

That hurts too.

I can't imagine why God would give me this unbelievably strong urge for more children if I can't have more children, but at this point that is how it looks.It hurts. It pisses me off to be honest.

And the rest of the world is still pregnant.
It's not fair.
So tonight, I pout.

It's over....... and I survived!

My first semester of college is over. I was stressed out, overworked, exhausted, and there were times I thought it would NEVER be over. It is though. Finally. I not only survived, but I worked two jobs, have a family, and still maintained a 4.0!

I am really looking forward to next semester. Matt and I are going to be in classes together and lately we have been closer than ever. A lot of people have said that they wouldn't be able to spend as much time with their husband (or wife) as we are going to spend together next semester without wanting to kill the other. I realize that some of them are likely kidding, but still, that makes me sad. Some of those people aren't joking. Some of them really do not enjoy spending time with their spouse. Matt and I love to spend time together. The more time we spend together, the closer we are. Lately we have been closer than ever and we are both very much looking forward to the time we are going to be able to spend together in the coming semester. I just can't understand marrying someone that you don't want to spend as much time with as humanly possible.

For now, I am just going to try to relax and enjoy my 'vacation' while I can. My workstudy is over until next semester. Classes (and workstudy) start again January 11th.  Until then, it's just working at the store and relaxing with the family. Well, that and hosting Christmas for nearly 20 people. That is another story though!

Exhaustion

Matt is officially done at his job. That means that, for now at least, I have to pick up as many extra hours as humanly possible in order to try and make things work. It isn't "ideal" for me, but it Matt and the kids are loving it. A mom's got to do what a mom's got to do, right? This coming week I am working 32.5 hours at the store, 14+ hours at the school and 16 hours of classes. Not to mention that we are quickly winding down towards finals week. There are projects to be done, essays to be written, tests to study for and CHRISTMAS to get ready for too!

Yeah, life isn't crazy enough around here, so we agreed to host Christmas at our house this year. WHAT WERE WE THINKING?!?

I am pretty excited about Christmas this year. We got the kids just about everything (reasonable) on their list. Matt is getting most everything on his list too. He also got a BIG surprise this year. I did some rearranging, some wiggling and some saving and surprised him with a Toshiba 40" HD LCD TV. He got that early because I had to buy it on Black Friday and there wasn't anywhere to hide that beast until Christmas. He is thrilled with it, and I am glad that I could give him something that he really wanted.

I was amazed, but even with Matt quitting his job we were still able to pick up little things for pretty much the entire family. I still have to get a few gift cards for my family, but other than that and candy for stocking stuffers, we are all finished with Christmas shopping. Actually, we have the tree up, most of the decorating done, and about half of the wrapping is finished. We are on a roll this year.

A few more weeks and the craziness around here should start to settle into a much more manageable level. December 17 is the last day of finals (though I think mine actually are all finished up by the 15th). Next semester I am taking a much lighter course load, so it should be easier to keep up with everything I hope.

Long time, no post.

Wow! I didn't realize it had been so long since I had posted here. So much to share. So many things have changed, or are getting ready to at the very least.

During my last post I mentioned that Sierra had auditioned for a role in The Sound of Music. The play was last weekend. She actually played two small roles. She did great. Everyone did great. It was amazing!

School is going really well. I have a 4.0 GPA. I also am working a second job. That's part of why it's been so long since I posted. My days start around 5am when Matt gets up for work. As he leave at 5:45 the kids get up and get ready for school. When they leave at 6:50 then it's time for me to get ready and head to class. During my long breaks between classes I know work as an office assistant at the school. I love it. It's challenging and fun. I get along amazingly with the office staff, and alot of the other students are great to work with on a regular basis. After I am done with classes for the day I head to the store for work. We close at 9pm there and once I get home (usually around 10) it's time for homework. I usually fall into bed somewhere between 1 and 2. Then I get to do it all over again! lol

Other big changes to report......Matt's job. In one of my last posts I mentioned that he had moved to a new department. He did adjust well to that department and was enjoying work. Well, he decided he wanted to go back to school. I did some checking, filled out some papers and he got financial aid, so in January when the new semester starts, he is going to school to. That means he has to give up his full time job though. He is giving notice in the morning. He is going to start applying for part time jobs around here very soon. Hopefully it won't take him long to find something. There are a couple of very real possibilities, so we are hopeful. We've thought this out though, and we know that even if he doesn't find something right away, we are going to be fine. January might be a bit of a struggle, but in February we will be getting excess checks from our financial aid, and not long after that we will get our income tax return. We are going to use that money to pay all of our living expenses for a year and the money from my checks will buy groceries and put gas in the car. There won't be any money for extras, so we will have to cut ALL non essential spending, but in the end it will really be worth it.

Another change is that I have changed my major. I was going for nursing, and I still think I would have enjoyed it, but I quickly realized that it just wasn't realistic for me. I wanted to be a labor and delivery nurse and to counsel parents who lost their babies to miscarriage, stillbirth or early infant death. The problem with that is that the nearest hospital with a L&D unit is more than an hour away. One semster of driving that distance to the main campus made me realize that I just don't see myself driving like that for long periods of time..... especially in the winter. Since Matt doesn't want to move away from where we live (and neither do I most of the time) that career path just wasn't realistic. Right now I am just going to focus on getting my Associate of Arts. I am taking some business electives, because I think that is likely the path I am going to take after I get my AA.

I am going to try to continue posting here on a regular basis. Finals week is quickly approaching though, and I have ALOT on my plate right now, so I have no idea how often it will happen.

First days

Well, so far the school year is off to a smooth start. Sierra and Will both have had two good days so far. Sierra auditioned for a play today with the community theater and she thinks that it went really well. I guess the director told her she did awesome and that she was the best he'd seen (for that particular role) yet. The play is The Sound of Music. I don't recall which role she auditioned for though. (She told me about this during the few minutes between me coming home and her going to bed.) It will certainly make things a little more hectic if she gets it, but we have tried so hard to find some extracurricular activity that she enjoys and excels at that if she does get it, we'll have to make it work.

Matt is doing well in his new department too. The job isn't as physical as it was in the old department, but it's using a new set of muscles, so he's kind of sore. That and ALOT of his co workers are hispanic and speak very little english, so there isn't really anyone for him to talk to during his long hours. His dad is transferring to this department soon too though, so if he can just hang tough for a little while it will get easier soon.

Tomorrow is my first day of classes. I only have two classes (psych and bio lab) but they are at the Creston campus (the main campus) so it means driving just over an hour to get to class and then another drive to get home. I'm pretty nervous too. I've been out of school for 12 years. I'm 30 years old. Am I really going to be able to pull this off, or have I waited too long to start school. I guess I'll find out starting tomorrow! lol

I have to get there a little early too though because I still have to make a trip to the business office to get parking permits for my truck and for Matt's car (just in case I still end up taking it from time to time. I also need to stop by the Osceola campus on the way to Creston or on the way home on or the other to pick up my final book for an online class that I added during orientation. Friday after classes I need to make a run to WalMart for a few more supplies that I still need. I can get through the first couple of days without the stuff though. I'd rather have it now before classes start, but I have to wait for my paycheck on Friday though.

For now, I'm heading to bed so that I have enough rest before class tomorrow. Wow, I can't believe I am really a college student and startling classes now! I don't know wether to be worried or excited! I guess for now I'll be both!

Turtle Soup

Grandma H. (Matt's Grandma) gave the kids (my kids and five of the cousins) all turtles today. The kids are thrilled. The parents.... depends on which one you are talking about. Most of us don't mind. Matt is slightly annoyed. We had told the kids no more pets. I like turtles though, and have wanted another one for a long time. Matt keeps teasing the kids and telling them that they can keep the turtles since they are from Grandma, but that as soon as they are big enough, we are going to have turtle soup for dinner. It's going to take a long time for them to get that big. Right now they are only the size of quarters! lol

Tomorrow Matt moves to a new department at work (FINALLY!). He has been in his department for like 5+ years and normally people only hang around for a year, maybe two. It's physically the most demanding department in the entire company and he's been injured for MONTHS, but the injury didn't have time to heal because of how demanding the job was. The new department is so much better for him physically, and because of the hours, it's better for the whole family. He will be leaving the house around 6am most days (compared to 3:30 am before) and will be home by 4:15 (compared to 6:45 pm). He will be working Monday through Friday with an occasional weekend shift whereas before he worked a 3-2-2 shift before. One week he would work 3, 2 off, work 2. The following week would be 3 off, work 2, 2 off. That just rotated back and forth.

Tomorrow is a big day for the kids too. School starts back tomorrow. Sierra is going to be a 7th grader and Will starts 3rd grade. That means that he moves to a new school. Technically they both do. Our school system here is a little different. The south school is grades Pre-K thru 2nd. North school is 3rd -5th. Then you have the junior/senior high. 6th graders all all kept in one wing seperate from the rest of the students though (this wing actually connects the junior/senior high to the north school) and then 7-12 are basically all intermingling through the rest of the building. So tomorrow my baby moves to the big school and my older baby gets thrown into the lions den (aka high school). It's so strange to realize that because physically she is SO small that I forget sometimes just how old she is getting.

I also have some big plans tomorrow. I plan on tackling this house big time. It's so hard to keep up with everything when everyone is home during the day, but now that the kids are back in school and Matt is back to work I hope to catch up quickly. I HAVE to catch up quickly actually because I start school Wednesday and after that, there just isn't going to be much time for cleaning. I hope to hit it hard tomorrow and get the whole house done before work. Tuesday I want to relax as much as possible and print up chore sheets for EVERYONE and then Wednesday.....well, to put it simply, chaos will reign beginning Wednesday. lol I'm taking 17 hours this semester, working 25 hours or so a week and still trying to raise a family. This should get interesting.

Surprises and registration.

I guess my interview went better than I thought. That's the first surprise. I did end up getting a promotion. Not exactly the one I applied for, but in reality this works out even better. I am a second assistant now. Basically the same thing as an assistant except that my hours of availability would prevent me from working a full shift most of the time, so I am kind of just a back up. lol So I get the perks, (a raise, the ability to do more myself instead of having to call for help and such) with very few of the headaches since there will most likely be someone else actually in charge most of the time. Works for me!


I had to take the kids to school today for registration. Another surprise there. We didn't qualify for free lunch this year. ICKY. Thankfully we do still qualify for reduced lunches, and reduced fees. I still had to hand over $52.00 today though and that was with only putting $5 in each kid's lunch account. I'm going to have to do some figuring and get some more money into those accounts quick. I also have to get Sierra a new clarinet. She has been using a school instrument, but it's not in that great of shape, and they won't fix it (I have to pay for it even though she doesn't get to keep the instrument). She's been playing with this peice of crap horn for two years now. I found a place that I can finance a new one for resonable payments. The problem is that my credit sucks, and you have to pass the credit check so now tonight I have to convince Matt to use his name to finance and to put the first payment on his card and then I can make the other 29 payments. If I can convince him to do this and I place the order tonight, she will have the horn before school starts.

I am REALLY stressing out about school. I don't know how I am going to pull all of this together. Work, school, being a wife and a mom and taking care of everything that I have to take care of. It's just stressing me out so bad. I hope I made the right choices. I hope that this all works out smoothly.

Maybe time for a change.

The interview at work didn't go well ate all. Before the interview was even over I had decided that I didn't want the promotion. I spent a big portion of the interview being yelled at for things that were not my responsibility (If I am not the one in charge, it's not fair to yell at me if things didn't get completed).  I was also yelled at for posting something negative on FB. All I did was say something about being glad the BS from that night was over. I will admit that I probably shouldn't have posted it, but I really didn't feel like it was that big of a deal. I mean.....everyone knows that you deal with BS anywhere you work. It's  not like I was specifically naming instances where this particular store was doing things that could be portrayed in a negative light. I could! I didn't though. Regardless, within minutes, I know that I don't want the postion. Matt Thinks I should still take it if it's offered to me though, and since I am trying to be a better, more submissive wife, I don't really have a choice but to take it. GRRRR! I was supposed to hear something today, but I they didn't call like they said they would. I'm fairly certain I didn't get it, but with a second manager quiting this weekend and a third possibly leaving..... well, it could be possible that they will offer it to me. ~sigh~

Until I have to deal with that (tomorrow) I'll just look at the positive and happy things in my life. Tonight Matt and Will are at a wrestling event in Des Moines. They have so much fun at these events, and it's fairly inexpensive, so they do them once a month on average. When they do, Sierra and I have a girls night. Tonight, we went to Subway for dinner and then we came home for movie night. We are watching Twilight and New Moon while I am teaching Sierra to crochet. I am working on spending more one on one time with her because I know that she really needs that at her age. She just turned 12 in April, and if that wasn't a hard enough age, she is so small that she looks like she is 8 or 9. I'm teaching her to crochet, to garden, to can foods from the garden, and how to cook during our one on one time. She really seems to enjoy it, and I definitely love the bonding time.

This time also gives Matt and Will time for "male bonding". There are times that I hate the bond between them. I mean.... Will is MY baby, and he's supposed to love me the most. lol At the same time, I am grateful that he has Matt to be his male role model. I know that he needs that. I just wish I was his favorite again. ~shrug~

That's all I have for now. Off to teach Sierra the next step for her crocheting project. I'm surprised how quickly she is catching on! She's making chains with no problem so next I need to teach her how to double back so that she can make a scarf with the yarn she picked out today.

Changes....

I have an interview at work today for a possible promotion. I have such mixed feelings on this! Part of me would love the promotion and the raise, but the other part of me doesn't want the stress or the responsibility of it. There are five other people interviewing and only one spot, but in a way I have an advantage because I am already employed there. The majority of the time the promote inhouse first.

On the other hand, a couple of the people are available more than I am and have more management experience, so maybe they have the advantage. I don't really know what to think or expect. Just pray that God's will be done, please.

Improvements

Things are improving. Matt and I are both making a concious effort to improve our relationship. Most of the time. I'll explain that later though.

I have decided that while we are improving our relationship, I also need to work on improving me too. I need to lose the weight that I have been saying I wanted to lose for a few years now. *blush* Yeah, it's really been that long. Longer actually. 5 or 6 years..... somewhere in there. I keep putting it off thinking that I might be pregnant. Now that I know there is no way I can possibly be pregnant (because I'm on birth control) It's time to get serious and lose this weight. I need to be healthier. On a plus side, maybe it will help me when it comes time to try to get pregnant again in a few years.

I've ordered a few Jillian Michaels DVD's which I will have tomorrow. Those paired with some DVD's that I already have will cover my workouts. The other part of this is eating healthier. I said about a week ago that I was going to start eating better. Matt has ordered pizza, baked muffins, made greasy meals that are increadibly unhealthy and brings me lots of junk food! This is so frustrating. He just came in with a dozen apple cinnamon muffins straight from the oven (the only thing I like more is banana nut) and sat right beside me while he and the kids ate them all!

I did stick with it and not eat the muffins, so that is a great thing. It was tough though. I just wish that Matt would be a little more supportive with this. He really needs to eat healthier too, but instead....each time I try to do this it feels like he is working against me!

Hopefully I can stick with this and actually lose some weight this time. I have to be honest here. I need to lose around 50 pounds. I am going to get up and weigh myself and do measurements tomorrow morning before I eat anything. My family isn't going to like it much but I am not buying alot of snacks and such anymore. They can learn to eat healthier too. It's not going to hurt any of us. I'll update on my progress weekly when I do my weigh-in/measurements. It's not going to be easy. Working nearly full time, going to school full time and trying to take care of the family too.... I know it's going to be rough. I really want to stick with it though.

A glimmer of hope

So maybe there is hope for my marriage after all. I saw a glimmer of it anyway. Last night Matt and I had to run to the store and I started crying on the way and told him I didn't know what was happening to us and that I didn't know how to get back to where we started but that my heart was breaking and I couldn't keep going the way that we were.  He apologized and said that he was just having a rough time and that he felt bad for taking it out on me and that he was really trying to change that.

I told him that at times I felt like he hated me and that he always seemed uphappy and that I didn't know how to fix it. He said that there is nothing I can do to fix it or to help him. He just needs time. He hasn't really had to deal with this while we have been together. Then he said he didn't want to lose me and he looked really sad and asked "I haven't lost you already, have I?" I pointed out that I was still there, and told him I didn't want to lose him either but told him we both really needed to work on some things, and that we had to do it NOW before it was too late.

It was a small step, but it's more than I have seen in a while. It has given me hope that my marriage might recover. As much as I hate to say this, I really think the birth control has been a good thing to. I have been able to relax more this week than I have in a long time. It's almost a relief to know that there isn't even a possibility that I am pregnant. It's been so stressful on me the past few years. Now I know that I can just relax and focus on school and my family. Maybe by some miracle when we do decide to start trying again we will get pregnant with no problem and finally have a healthy baby! A girl can dream anyway.