D-Files

*Mr. Rob cuddling away from me with his pillow* Me :  Rob, Why do you always cuddle the pillow and not me before bed??? Rob :  I don't know... cause the pillow is comfortable and I can put it between my legs... Me :  You can put me between your legs....Rrrrraarrrrrrr! *suggestively raising eyebrows* Rob :  Nope...not as comfy. Something tells me that we are not now, nor have we been for some time now, newlyweds.  The honeymoon is officially over.  LOL

My husband is constantly using the sugar spoon to eat his cereal with.  I. Am. Going. Insane.  When I need to dispense sugar, then what am I stuck with?!? A regular spoon?!? Sugar Spoon: ... Regular Spoon: ... And again, just to make sure we have it...  Sugar Spoon: ... Regular Spoon: ...

So I was blog surfing, and I came across a blog where in her history, the author had told about her two miscarriages in the first trimester... she had named them.  Now, I completely understand naming your child once you know if its a girl or boy, and once you've developed that connection where they are not only aware of you, but you are aware of them (other than the "morning" sickness).  But naming a child that was miscarried before even the second trimester?  I think that sets yourself up for more heartache than necessary if youre naming the embryo.  Now in my case, I wouldn't do that because I now know that as of right now, I am at high risk for miscarriage.  Knowing that, if I were to know that I was pregnant *yay*, I would NOT do anything to get my hopes and dreams any higher than they would already be until I had some form of confirmation that the pregnancy was more stable and not in the danger zone.  Needless to say, I would not be naming my embryo....

     So, today I had a follow up with my Cardiologist.  "What in the world do you have a cardiologist for" is most peoples response to that.  On the 4th of July I ended up having emergency surgery for a ruptured ectopic pregnancy.  I thought it was food poisoning, which is why we waited so long to go to the emergency room, which is why I came very close to not living through this seemingly trivial medical condition.  Anyway, at the cardiologist, they took my vitals, and everything looks good.  But I saw the nurse practitioner today who was not there for the surgery and had no clue what happened, so he asked me to explain what happened leading up to the surgery and my need for a cardiologist.       I explained: I thought I had food poisoning.  We realized it was probably something more serious when I was fainting every time I tried to stand up.  About at this point all my memories are fuzzy at best....

OK my friends... after a LONG hiatus, here we are again.  Hiatus partially because I went out of the country...more of that in another blog...and its so hard to get back going again once you've stopped...and partially because I got frustrated that I wasn't seeing immediate results.  I know...patience is a virtue, and I apparently was lacking in that particular virtue.  Well I will be pleased to update you with a pleasant update!  But to start us off today. . . Romance Challenge #3 !!! "Little Things Mean A Lot! Every once in a while, a scene like this will play out while watching a romantic chick-flick in our house.  Me : "awwww...that's so sweet/romantic/amazing... why don't you ever do anything special like that for me anymore?!?  That's so not fair.  You must not love me anymore." (something to that effect, knowing full well he does love me...don't worry...I'm little miss drama queen) Rob :"Sweetie, we're married.  I don'...

By popular request, here they are! 2 Cups biscuit mix 1/2 cup shredded mild cheddar cheese 2/3 cup milk 4 Tbsp butter 1/4 tsp garlic powder parsley flakes for sprinkling 1. Preheat the oven to 450 F 2. Stir together the biscuit mix, cheddar and milk until a soft dough forms.  Beat with a  wooden spoon for about 30 seconds. 3. Spoon onto a greased  cookie sheet.  Smooth down the tops to preventhard points from forming. 4. Bake 8-10 minutes, until the tops are brown. 5. While the biscuits are baking, melt the butter in a pan and stir in the garlic powder. 6. Once the biscuits are done, brush the butter on the tops, sprinkle with  parsley flakes, and serve hot!

Ok, so I am having a moment of self-pity here.  I know everyone will probably be trying to offer words to uplift and give hope, but sometimes, that just makes things feel worse. Cause in the back of yorue head, youre thinking "I know there are miracle stories, and I know that in most cases, everything turns out just fine...but not always.  And what if I'm one of those 'not always'?"  Sometimes, theres just nothing anyone can say to help.  And I think these are one of those moments that I'm just going to have to ride out.  And I know, in the end, no matter what the result is, I will be fine.  But getting to that point isn't always fun. Here I am, turning 28 soon.  Everyone says, thats so young.  I have time.  But it doesn't always feel that way.  Everyone around me is having babies.  Not only that, but having their second, and third babies.  And some of these people are quite a bit younger than me.  I know I can't compare...