I hear all the time: 'I really want ...' and 'I wish ...'. when a person has a dream. And then ... they do nothing. I see them just sitting there; 'it will come to me.' they say. Then complain when it just doesn't.
I really want to be a writer. And I am working on it. And going for it, thanks to a great support system (thanks friends). But, more than that I want to be a mom. I grew up with the impression it would be one of those easy things that would just 'come to me' once I was married. I was misinformed. However, I am not just sitting and waiting for a baby to come to me. When we finally do become parents that kid is going to know how wanted they are for the effort we are putting in.
Luckily in today's day and age there are a lot of avenues to help us along in our quest. I take specialty herbs, I follow doctor guidelines, I try the advice of others who have been there. I also have a foot zoner. Today I went in to see a lady who is all about natural medicine, massage, and healing. It is interesting and fascinating. I am excited to see what she can do for us.
I believe in modern medicine. I believe in alternative forms of medicine. I believe in the hand of God. Together these things combined with our beautiful marriage ... we are going to make awesome parents one day. Soon. Sometimes dreams don't just 'come to you'. Sometimes you really gotta work for 'em!
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Bouncy Castle
A couple of weeks ago Jason and I went to his childhood friend's house for our annual 4th of July Celebration. They live in a small town now and invite friends and family to have a big BBQ. Everybody eats, chats, and plays grass volleyball on a badmitton net while the kids run around trying to get in the game.
This year they rented one of those bouncy castles for the kids. I have always wanted to play in one of those things,so I was eying it all afternoon knowing that, as always, I am an adult and those toys are for kids. However, as the evening wore on people slowly worked their way inside and the same thing that always happens happened ... we became children.
My husband has this magnetic force about him that draws kids to him ... that is that they love to chase him around and throw things at him. He always plays back. And it never really takes long for me to get involved. It took seconds for us to be inside that bouncy castle (with permission) wrestling with those boys, chasing each other and chucking rubber balls back and forth at one other. And boy was it exhausting! Sinking with every step, running up the slide, tipping to the left on the way up the stairs, tumbling onto one another; Jason and me against the youngins. People, that is why kids have such awesome metabolisms: they are constantly getting a great workout - all in the name of play. When and why do we stop playing all the time just for fun?
This year they rented one of those bouncy castles for the kids. I have always wanted to play in one of those things,so I was eying it all afternoon knowing that, as always, I am an adult and those toys are for kids. However, as the evening wore on people slowly worked their way inside and the same thing that always happens happened ... we became children.
My husband has this magnetic force about him that draws kids to him ... that is that they love to chase him around and throw things at him. He always plays back. And it never really takes long for me to get involved. It took seconds for us to be inside that bouncy castle (with permission) wrestling with those boys, chasing each other and chucking rubber balls back and forth at one other. And boy was it exhausting! Sinking with every step, running up the slide, tipping to the left on the way up the stairs, tumbling onto one another; Jason and me against the youngins. People, that is why kids have such awesome metabolisms: they are constantly getting a great workout - all in the name of play. When and why do we stop playing all the time just for fun?
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Doctor Recommendation
When you visit doctors and read tips on how to improve odds of conception you get a lot of random and interesting advice. Like ... first thing everyone says: have sex. Really?! That kind of thing plays into the process? Sigh. Some people really do deserve a 'Here's you sign' moment, compliments of Jeff Foxworthy. I mean, I know they think they are funny, but really?
So, let's see ... then there are things like: avoid stress (if I could control that better I would've perfected that long before now), use specific herbs, sleep in total darkness, keep a healthy diet, drink Robitussin, no hot tubs (which the hardest one for me - I love a good soak), eat lots of broccoli for iron (which I am learning to like), and be specific with lubrications (most are preventative).
My favorite was a tip directly from my doctor. She said to ensure that I get plenty of Vitamin D. The best way: Be Naked ... outside. Direct sunlight. Ok. Seriously, I was told 20 minutes a day sunbathing naked will do me great good -and anybody, really.
Now, I am all for following doctor's orders. What I am not keen on is the fact that to our left: a home with teenage boys, to our rear: an older gentleman gardener and a home with 3 small children, to the right a man who tends to like to 'peep' anyhow, and in our basement: renters who come and go freely. And a very low fence. Hmmm.
However, I do enjoy sunlight. Perhaps, now that the weather is pleasant again I can take advantage of the opportunity ... simply make a couple small adjustments.
Just a little tidbit out there for any of you looking for doctor recommendations.
So, let's see ... then there are things like: avoid stress (if I could control that better I would've perfected that long before now), use specific herbs, sleep in total darkness, keep a healthy diet, drink Robitussin, no hot tubs (which the hardest one for me - I love a good soak), eat lots of broccoli for iron (which I am learning to like), and be specific with lubrications (most are preventative).
My favorite was a tip directly from my doctor. She said to ensure that I get plenty of Vitamin D. The best way: Be Naked ... outside. Direct sunlight. Ok. Seriously, I was told 20 minutes a day sunbathing naked will do me great good -and anybody, really.
Now, I am all for following doctor's orders. What I am not keen on is the fact that to our left: a home with teenage boys, to our rear: an older gentleman gardener and a home with 3 small children, to the right a man who tends to like to 'peep' anyhow, and in our basement: renters who come and go freely. And a very low fence. Hmmm.
However, I do enjoy sunlight. Perhaps, now that the weather is pleasant again I can take advantage of the opportunity ... simply make a couple small adjustments.
Just a little tidbit out there for any of you looking for doctor recommendations.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Prayers For Ginger
You never know when something someone tells you could save a life; something you read in the paper, see on the big screen or hear in passing.
We have the cutest little kitten. She is an 8-month-old calico that we rescued from underneath my friend's house. She bounds up and down the stairs, stalks our other cat (3 times her size) and jumps on him when he isn't looking, hides underneath a fake Christmas garland when she thinks she's in trouble, and follows you around the house if you are eating a banana hoping for some -she loves bananas! What cat loves bananas?! How could you not love such a quirky feline? Especially one who climbs on your lap purring away the moment you sit down after a long day. She's fabulous!
However, for the past few weeks she has not been eating much. It seems that every time we go away for any length of time she gets sick.We figure she has separation anxiety. But it usually lasts a couple of days. This time she hasn't been getting any better. And every time I get her to eat she throws up. She's like a furry little bulemic model; it's been driving us nuts! So we took her in to the vet this morning. She got blood drawn for lukemia: negative, thank goodness! And then my husband mentioned something I told him a guy at Petsmart told me one day about his cat not eating because he was chewing on yarn and a wad formed in his belly making it difficult on his digestive system. So, they had to surgically remove it.
The vet decided to show us signs that we would look for if that was the case ... when low & behold! He did see something. Apparently Ginger had also swallowed some sort of string and it got wrapped around the back of her tongue and has been dangling down into her belly. Immediately we had them do surgery to see how severe the problem might be. I had no hesitation, saying I will give my next paycheck to pay for it. Some people see animals they own as pets. To me they are part of my family. We give them homes, we feed them, clean up after them, provide them basic needs and toys. And love them. And, boy, do I love that cat!
Right now we are waiting. The string (that I know not where she got it) was 8 inches long and ran from the back of her throat to her colon, slicing into her intestines along the way. I can't even believe it! Who even thought something like that could happen?! The poor baby hurting all this time and no one knew why.
If she makes it through the next 48 hours she has a strong chance of a full recovery. We are fasting and praying now. She is a fighter. And she is just a baby still and needs to be with us for lots longer. We are maintaining faith that that's exactly what will happen. If you've ever had a pet you love ... send a little prayer for Ginger; our home already feels empty while she's away.
So, two important notes: the whole kittens playing with yarn theory ... find another toy. Those laser lights are fun. And 2: The vet wouldn't have checked without Jason mentioning the anecdote. Jason wouldn't have thought of it without me relaying it to him. And I would never have even known about it without some conversation I had with a random guy trying to help me out. Sometimes that little bit of information you hear could save a life. I sure hope it has in this case!
We have the cutest little kitten. She is an 8-month-old calico that we rescued from underneath my friend's house. She bounds up and down the stairs, stalks our other cat (3 times her size) and jumps on him when he isn't looking, hides underneath a fake Christmas garland when she thinks she's in trouble, and follows you around the house if you are eating a banana hoping for some -she loves bananas! What cat loves bananas?! How could you not love such a quirky feline? Especially one who climbs on your lap purring away the moment you sit down after a long day. She's fabulous!
However, for the past few weeks she has not been eating much. It seems that every time we go away for any length of time she gets sick.We figure she has separation anxiety. But it usually lasts a couple of days. This time she hasn't been getting any better. And every time I get her to eat she throws up. She's like a furry little bulemic model; it's been driving us nuts! So we took her in to the vet this morning. She got blood drawn for lukemia: negative, thank goodness! And then my husband mentioned something I told him a guy at Petsmart told me one day about his cat not eating because he was chewing on yarn and a wad formed in his belly making it difficult on his digestive system. So, they had to surgically remove it.
The vet decided to show us signs that we would look for if that was the case ... when low & behold! He did see something. Apparently Ginger had also swallowed some sort of string and it got wrapped around the back of her tongue and has been dangling down into her belly. Immediately we had them do surgery to see how severe the problem might be. I had no hesitation, saying I will give my next paycheck to pay for it. Some people see animals they own as pets. To me they are part of my family. We give them homes, we feed them, clean up after them, provide them basic needs and toys. And love them. And, boy, do I love that cat!
Right now we are waiting. The string (that I know not where she got it) was 8 inches long and ran from the back of her throat to her colon, slicing into her intestines along the way. I can't even believe it! Who even thought something like that could happen?! The poor baby hurting all this time and no one knew why.
If she makes it through the next 48 hours she has a strong chance of a full recovery. We are fasting and praying now. She is a fighter. And she is just a baby still and needs to be with us for lots longer. We are maintaining faith that that's exactly what will happen. If you've ever had a pet you love ... send a little prayer for Ginger; our home already feels empty while she's away.
So, two important notes: the whole kittens playing with yarn theory ... find another toy. Those laser lights are fun. And 2: The vet wouldn't have checked without Jason mentioning the anecdote. Jason wouldn't have thought of it without me relaying it to him. And I would never have even known about it without some conversation I had with a random guy trying to help me out. Sometimes that little bit of information you hear could save a life. I sure hope it has in this case!
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