Yay, No More Poopie Pants!!!!

Liam is officially potty trained! Just in time to start pre-school next week! WAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! Mama's freaking out. What do I do with all my free time? Maybe I'll go back to school too. Or excercise more. Speaking of that...Ok guys, here is a picture of me takent a week or two ago at my heaviest weight, which I will not disclose. I am sick and tired of carrying around this extra baggage, it's time to get serious. I worked out this morning, swam around all day and tonight I'm going jogging/walking with a friend. Maybe I don't have much to say anymore, but from now on I'll chart my weight loss progress and post pictures of Liam. Well, til later.

Tidbits

We've forclosed, we've bankrupted, we've laughed, we've cried, we're over it. We now live in a bigger house which since we are a multigernerational home is mandatory so we don't end up killing each other. Our oldest, Grandma Mary, just turned 85. Yesterday she smoked me 3 times in a row playing cards. Our youngest, Liam, will be four in 3 months. He is doing great. He finally pooped in the potty yesterday thus earning a bowl of ice cream and his Spider Man bike back. Daddy was far more excited about the bike than Liam. Next post I'll include pics. Gotta go work out. So far I'm down 4.5 pounds. Yay!

Hello, Old Friend

Oh, little blog will you please forgive me? I abandoned you and left you out there in cyberspace all alone. (Does anyone say "cyberspace" anymore?) Will you forgive me? Will you give me another chance? I really, really need you. I'll treat you better this time. What do you say old pal?

Butterfingers, Bankruptcy, Baby and Baptism, (But not necessarily in that order)

Oh, man where to I begin? I got myself baptized this past Sunday. I had been baptized as a baby, but I wanted to do it again as an adult. At our church it is a way of professing our faith publicly (Mathew 10:32) and being obedient to God. It was an amazing experience. I asked God to give me the words to say when I had the chance to answer, the "Why do you want to do this question." I had something planned, but something totally different, came out. I can't even remember all the words, because it didn't come from me. It was cool. I do need to mention, our church doesn't have a built in baptismal so what you see in that picture is an unused trough. You can't really tell in the picture, and it really doesn't look stranger in person. Chris and some other guys spent over an hour pouring boiling water in so when I got in it was like a spa and was quite comfortable. I do not want to make light of the actual baptism, but that day at church was so strange. EVERYONE had the craziest things happen. I felt like I was in a Twin Peaks episode. Just a few: The pastor's son almost fell off the stage for no apparent reason, I went on stage to do a Christmas skit and my jingle bells broke and rolled all over the stage, someone shouted "Jesus!" really loud during the wrong part of a praise song, Chris went to put his arm around me, and hit me in the back of the head really hard, the guitarist knocked his guitar across the stage and some lady came back from the restroom with a giant toilet paper tail, sticking out of her pants. Thank God, Chris noticed all of this and more with me or I would have thought I was insane. "Oh my dear Lord, I am going to drown in the baptismal" I whispered to him. While we both started laughing, as quietly as possible, he said, "Can you imagine the headlines 'Woman drowns in a horse trough during service at local church' " Then we really got the giggles. I believe God has a wonderful sense of humor, and if I am right He must have been quite amused.

Onto the bankruptcy. We are filing and we are losing our house and I haven't been this happy and stress free in ages. I will tell you more about it as the process continues, but I will write about it with my normal humorous outlook. I'm tellin' you I am living in a cross between a soap opera and a country western song with just a dash of reality TV thrown in there. I have a 1200 sq foot home; my Mother and Father in-laws, my brother in law and Chris' grandma all live in the house. Chris, Liam and I stay in a trailer in our own backyard. Me and Chris decided we are a shoo in for Extreme Makeover Home Edition. Especially if my brother in law, David pretends so be mentally disabled and we tell the producer's that Liam is actually a 12 year old with a hormone deficiency. Oh man, the material this life is giving me right now....

So finally I will close a short Liam story. We were in the middle of Target yesterday; a crowded holiday shopping Target and we were in the home care section. Liam is telling everyone who passed within 25 feet of the cart, "HI!!! Hi! Hi, Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii" He will not be ignored. Suddenly, clear as day he begins shouting, "F#$% You! F#$%k You!" And people begin to stare. "What?!" I say and frantically look around. I finally realize the row of vacuums behind us. "Oooohhh," I say very loudly, "Yes Liam, very good. VAC-UUMS. Lets work on our enunciation please." I don't get embarrassed easily, but that was mortifying.

Well, that's all for now, I have to relinquish the computer to Chris. Good night!

This Blog is Getting a Bit of an Overhaul

OK, here goes if you go back to the very, very beginning of this blog, it was flippin funny. Go, ahead, I will wait. Don't forget to read all the way until I gave birth to Little man. Then stop, don't bother, reading past that unless you have met me in real life. Get goin' you have a lot of reading to catch up on. I know it's about a year and a half of material, but go ahead, I'll wait. (Imagining some hold music......La dee da da, dum, dee do) Finished? That was fast. So what happened to this blog? Allow me to summarize: I was suffering with infertility, then I was blessed with pregnancy, that pregnancy sucked, and then I almost died in childbirth. Following that, for a while I wrote half assed stories, that only my family would find interesting and finally wrapping up with that I abandoned this blog for my beloved 5150world blog. Now I am back but things have got to change around here. What is the bottom line? Well, I have come to several conclusions. 1) For now, the other blog is defunct until I pick up shifts. There are no shifts on the horizon. 2) I still need a creative outlet, as I hope to one day be a famous memoir writing author. 3.) This blog had gotten stale. 4) If my family wants to see copious amounts of Liam they can visit his blog. 5) My life is in a complete upheaval and I must vent. 6) I like making numbered lists like this one... Finally most importantly, 6) Apparently I am absolutely in top form when I am angst ridden, and honey my life is so angst-ridden right now, it sounds like a dang country song. So, this is my original blog, and I have returned, however I am changing the tone to effect my life. Yes, infertility is still a part of this blog and this journey, but I am a many layered onion and that is just one...layer. I hope you will join me on this leg of my life travels.
Sincerely Watched Pot

But first for my loyal readers, some pictures.

Hello, gentle readers, (which pretty much means, you Mom.) Before completely overhauling the blog to meet my current needs, I thought I'd give you one last Liam fix. Yes he's rocking a mohawk. Don't you love the scowl? Again, TTC and Liam will still be a part of this new blog, it's just that, well this blog is about me. Me, me, me, me, me. Ah, it's good to be back.

Long Time No See

Boy, this part of my life just kind of went dormant for a while. We started trying again, then: SURPRISE!!!! Absolutely nothing happened. Shocking right? So I got all the tests done and learned: no cysts, no endo shows up on the ultrasound, once again a showing of low progesterone. Doctor H's Diagnosis: 3 months of trying with Clomid on day 3-7 and progesterone from 2 days after ovulation until a pregnancy test 15 days later. Well, I bought the prescriptions [EXPENSIVE!!!!] And I have yet to use them. We were going to start using the drugs this month but, I am so stressed out with trying to find a job, raising a two year old, Liam's surgery (we will get to that), Chris' job change, (we won't get to that), my In-Laws moving in and all kind of other things. I could not bear to have hormones screwing me up on top of all that. So that brings us to Rebecca's Diagnosis: 3 months of timed trying, ovulation tests and lots and lots of prayers. I am in a much stronger place spiritually than I was 3 years ago. I KNOW this WILL happen, when God wants it to. I also am not naive; God gave us wonderful science and after 3 months, then I will do Doc H's plan and then next/last is a repeat of the laproscopy. So to some up: My way til January, Doc's way til April, which means last ditch/successful last time will be in about May.

OK, on to Liam's surgery. Liam had a condition called Hydrocele. It means the tube between the kidney and the testicle on the right side didn't seal off in the womb as it should have. It was never life threatening, but due to his age he was going to have to be fully put under anesthesia. That made me terrified. I wanted to be there when Liam fell asleep and then again when he woke up. Unfortunately that was against hospital policy. So the night before me, Chris, a friend named Mike, our Pastor and his wife all prayed. The pastor prayed that Liam would be filled with calm and not be afraid, not cry and become upset. Kathy, his wife prayed Liam would be up and running in no time. I was thankful for the prayers, but typical me, I was thinking, "Well those would be perfect situations, but we are dealing with a 2 year old here, so.... not likely." Boy was I proven magnificently wrong! Lately every time Liam even sees a doctor's office he begins crying and kinda freaking out, because lately he has seen many of them, so I was really expecting the worst. First, he was totally cooperative getting into the hospital gown, then when the lady came to take his vitals (or tender vittles as Chris calls them), he was so good that by the end of her getting his blood pressure, he was sitting in the nurse's lap. Then the OR nurse came to take him away. She asked Liam if she could hold him and he went right to her! Then the OR nurse told us it was time for kisses and Liam leaned in and gave her a kiss! It was so sweet, she was totally floored. Liam went with her with not a backwards glance. Later the Surgeon, came out and told us everything when perfect, the Hydrocele was fixed and had not turned into a hernia. He told us there were no restrictions, that Liam could do whatever he felt like doing, and eat whatever he felt like eating. Liam came out into recovery, where he was supposed to slowly wake up and then stay for about an hour. After about 30 minutes the nurse came out and said, "We can't control him, and he is asking for his mom and dad. Come on back." So here I was thinking, now he is freaking out. But when we went back to see him, he was sitting up, cheerfully being doted on by many enamoured nurses. "Hi, Mama, hi Dada!" He said, happy and bright eyed. My mouth about fell to the floor. He got dressed with no problem, he waited for 30 more minutes, no problem and even at home he did great. There were a few times you could tell he was sore, and a few times he over did it and we had to give him some Ibuprofen. So far, 4 days later, we have not had to give him the Hydrocodone, narcotics, the doc prescribed. He has been such an angel.

On a happier note, Chris gave Liam a Mohawk and Liam has developed this adorable little scowl. We call him our little rock star. Doesn't hurt that he got a drum set for his second birthday. It kind of rounds out the image. I was so against the Mohawk, and I was afraid the nurses would think we didn't care about our little redneck looking baby, (silly right?) Boy was I wrong. Everyone at the hospital and even at church, says, "Oh! I love his hair! That is so "in" right now." So not only will he keep the look for a while, now Daddy has a matching one. Well, that is all for now. Talk to you soon. (Mom, Auntie Lu and Dani.)

Liam Loves the Water !

Helloooo. Just thought I would add some pictures. The most recent was taken on July 5th--the one in the life vest. Hope all are doing well.

Summertime Fun

I've just got nothing new and exciting to say right now, except work stuff. Nothing new on the TTC front. Liam is amazing and doing new things everyday. Sometimes it breaks my heart how much he looks like a little boy and not a baby. Every single day he says, "Hi, Mama" at least 50 times, and I NEVER get tired of hearing it. We are going through a bit of the "terrible twos at twenty two months" but nothing horrific. Well, OK, sometimes it is pretty horrific, but managable. OK, sometimes unmanagable, but hey, what are ya gonna do? He is just learning his boundries and asserting his independence. Til later!

Nothing to Say, Too Much to Say

Let's see, since we spoke last:

*I had a bunch of fertility lab tests, more tomorrow

*I had/have a wicked cold

*I tore a muscle in my back

*I was lifting a 50 pound bag of dog food at the time

*I found out I am moving

*We bought a new trailer to live in until the housing market goes up

*Liam can say a whole bunch of new words

*Liam has begun the terrible twos early

*Liam wants us to read the same book 5+ times in a row

*It gets kinda boring

*Hearing "Gin, Gin" (again,again) does not get boring

*Liam's new words are "Buh-do" (bulldozer) "Yo-yo" "knee" "ebow" (elbow) "stinker" [whoops], "Day-Day" (Uncle David) "Joos" (Juice) "Pees" (Please) "Tay-tu" (thank you)

Aaaaaaaand We're Off!!!!!!

Waiting For the Pot TWO Boil has officially begun!!!! [Wild cheers and applause!!!!!] I love my crazy doctor, Doc H. You may remember him from the first round of TTC. I now have to drive over and hour 1/2 to see him but it is so worth it. Not only did I have a horrific experience with the local doctor, last week, I have proven results with Doc H! Just waiting for some test results to come back.