Amber and Aaron

Amber and Aaron

The Fun We've Already Had...

  • Graham Tomas born July 31 at 5:04 P.M. weighing 8 lbs, 12 oz.
  • December 2, 2011: PREGNANT!!!
  • Paisley Kate arrived August 21 at 5:38 P.M. weighing 7 lbs, 9 oz
  • DUE DATE: August 25, 2010!!!
  • Dec. 14, 2009- PREGNANT!!!
  • Oct. 07,2009- Had elective D&C.
  • Sept 28, 2009- No embryo on ultrasound. :(
  • Sept 15th, 2009- We found out we're PREGNANT!!!
  • Sept '09- Aaron had varicocele repair.
  • July '09- IUI #1 with HCG shot= No such luck
  • April '09- Ovarian drilling surgery, followed by hospitalization for uterine infection
  • Jan-Mar '09- metformin + 3 rounds of clomid= no ovulation
  • Dec. 11, 2008- Hysterosalpingogram (Fancy word for shooting dye through the ovaries. OUCH)
  • Nov '08- Sent to RE. Tried metformin alone for two months (No ovulation)
  • Oct '08- Diagnosed with PCOS based on amenorrhea and crazy hormone levels.
  • June '08- Aaron convinced me to start trying.
  • June '04- Got Hitched!

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Pack, Unpack, Pack Again

I'm about to make a really lame excuse for not blogging the past week and a half, and you can feel free to judge me all you want for it.  :)  Because it's not that the past week has been busy, but this upcoming one will be and I've been concentrating on that.  You know, doing mental checklists of everything I need to get done to prepare while not actually doing anything at all to get it done. 

This week I have my annual PA conference and I'll be gone to Tulsa Tuesday night through Thursday, which I'm super excited about.  It's great to see all of my classmates and this year, it will be nice to have a small break from my normal responsibilities.  Plus, I LOVE staying in hotels.  Especially ones with pools.  :)

Then, one of my college friends will be in Friday night so we're having dinner with him (he was a bridesmaid in my wedding) and his fiance.  And after that, we leave for our cruise on Sunday!!!   We're going to Jamaica, Haiti, Grand Caymen and Cozumel.   Paisley and my mom are going with us, which I'm really happy about! 

Point of this story is that I've been a bad, bad blogger, excuses are not my strong-point, and I don't expect my blogging to improve over the next 2 weeks.  Forgive me if you can!

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Paisley's One Year Photos

I'm delayed in adding these 1st year photos because she didn't do quite as well as we'd hoped!

You might notice a complete lack of smile, or even personality in general.  :)

She liked this chair.  It was the only thing she liked.

Great shot of her adorable tutu.

Beautiful face.  Even if she does hate taking pictures.

At least she put some effort into this one with the finger.  I'm surprised she didn't use the middle one!

I love the colors of this picture even if she is a bit put off by being in it.
Picture taking is NOT fun for this family.  Paisley hates it.  So much that we have left with a child in tears and adults having panic attacks.  And it doesn't matter if we take her to a portrait studio or outdoors (like we did here), she just doesn't want to be herself for pictures.  And most of the time, she cries.  So, enjoy these.  They are most definitely the last professional photos that we'll have done for a LONG time.  :)

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Room for More Friends

I have to admit that I've been a terrible blogger since Paisley was born.  She definitely consumes a HUGE part of my day and then I like to enjoy my free time (aka: 5 minutes) by taking a rapid bath, brushing my teeth, eating, picking up toys, etc.   But I still love to follow everyone's blogs!  My problem is that alot of my blog friends have stopped writing altogether since having their own babies.  So, I'm on the lookout for some new blogs to follow.

I love to follow some that also have babies so I can relate and get advice.  I love having others where a baby just hasn't happened yet.  Those are the most important to me so that I can remind myself every day how lucky I am to have Paisley and to encourage someone who may need it.  And there's nothing more exciting than a pregnancy announcement!

So, if I'm not already a follower, leave me a comment.  I'd love to start stalking following you!  :)

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

The Dreaded Gym Nursery

This week I started back to the gym.  Or I should say that I tried to start back.   But you might remember that Miss Paisley never much liked the gym nursery.  She'd always decide to need to nurse or poop every time I'd put her in there.  Which always resulted in me getting drug away from my exercise class or machine to tend to her.  While disgustingly sweaty and with a heartrate of 160.

But it's been 3 months.  She's much more confident these days and doesn't mind strangers at all.  I know she loves playing with other kids and can walk around now.  So, this was going to be much better.  Let's face it, the milk factory shut down 5 months ago and she poops like once a day.  Surely we could make it through a step class.

The dropping off part was easy.  She actually took off across the room and began playing with a toy like it was the coolest thing she'd ever seen even though it's one we have at home that she ignores.  Funny how that works.  So I went to my class feeling amazed that she did SO well.

And about 25 minutes later, I get the dreaded gesture from the doorway that signaled me to leave class.  My baby was obviously having a meltdown.  And with my head held low, I hurried my way across the gym to rescue my poor baby from that bright, colorful, toy-filled room where a nursery attendant was trying desperately to comfort her.

One second in my sweaty arms and she was fine.  She even wanted to show me around in there and continue playing.  She just didn't want me to miss out, I guess.  So, I'll try again next week.  And maybe the week after that.   Eventually, this girl is going to work out again on a regular basis.  And that little stinker is going to realize that the gym nursery is F-U-N.

Side note:  not a good sign that my legs are actually sore today after only working out for 25 minutes.  :)

Monday, October 3, 2011

Baby Fever

Baby fever.  Girls always talk about it.  Especially when they see a tiny newborn outfit or hold a baby in the hospital or realize that their own kids are getting big.   But I have to admit that I just don't get it

I remember when my friends told me they were pregnant before we even thought of trying and I was so disappointed.  Not because I was jealous, but because I was so not there yet.  Of course I was happy for them, but no baby fever set in.  Baby showers never pulled on my heart-strings and I wasn't one to "ooh" and "aah" over stranger's babies.  Just not my thing.  Kind of like Tupperware parties or musicals.

Now, when I was at my low point in trying, I felt tremendous sadness at the sight of anything baby.  A poopy diaper at that point would have made me cry.  Now it's usually the smell that makes me tear up.  :)

But to be quite honest, I did not looooove the baby phase.  I didn't love the sleepless nights where I felt like I could do nothing right to make this tiny little person happy.  I didn't love losing the 25 pounds that didn't come off with delivery of my 7 pounder and her luggage.  I didn't love worrying about if she was eating enough or pooping enough.  I didn't love my sore, leaky breasts.  And I didn't love the constant fatigue from the sleep deprivation.

Of course, she was beautiful.  I loved her.  But not like I love her now.   She's amazing now.  She smiles and laughs and plays.  She actually LOVES me back.  I wouldn't go back for a second.  Maybe she doesn't cuddle as much, but she's so funny.  And maybe I can't just lay her in one place to get something done, but now she follows me around and mimics me.

I think at the time I worried that I wouldn't ever bond with her the way people describe.  Most moms describe it as an instantaneous love that is greater than anything.  And maybe it already was.  But it was nothing like it is now.  Like any other good relationship, I feel like it's one that just continues to get better with time.  She's my best friend these days.  So I'll gladly pack up her little tiny clothes in exchange for a more reciprocal relationship!