Saturday, May 7, 2011
Friday, May 6, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Levity from the Cemetary
I guess it's real.
Greyson's Angel looks fanciful dressed in springtime honeysuckle:
Now for the levity:
I bet everyone was always glad to see him.
I know I will be tomorrow.
Greyson's Angel looks fanciful dressed in springtime honeysuckle:
Now for the levity:
I bet everyone was always glad to see him.
I know I will be tomorrow.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Due Date Update
Maybe you've noticed that I haven't written a word since our due date over a week ago. Weird, huh? I'm not really sure why. Although there was certainly a cyclone of emotions going on, I guess I didn't feel the need to release them to the universe. Perhaps I was waiting for the due date to fully embrace acceptance. Although it feels like that will never happen 100%.
Due Date Update:
I was dreading this day so very much. It was properly horrid but I fought my way through the day and survived. I was actually at work, keeping busy and holding on by my fingernails but doing ok until a younger teacher tripped by saying she had to check on another teacher who was suffering with morning sickness. She had just found out she was pregnant. The bottom fell out for me and the rest of the day was very painful and I wasn't sure I would survive it. However, I guess no one has died from a broken heart or from too much crying, so here I am.
The family and friends (and of course all of YOU kind readers) really did gather round and I had wonderful support. One sweet coworker actually gave me a card and flowers. Surprisingly, my dad was the most prevalent but you'd never get him to admit that he stopped by here everyday for over a week in the days surrounding our due date. Always some little repair or item to drop off or pick up. Luckily, I can translate "Dadspeak".
The next day I felt markedly improved but still pretty low. That other pregnant teacher started having contractions on Friday which rounded out the week of misery. For a few days I could not stop thinking about what giving birth to my live son on or near our due date would have been like. I was tormented with wondering about this and being broken hearted that it didn't happen.
The day after our due date, a big box of medication arrived for the upcoming FET. Familiar names on the bottles, familiar syringes, familiar instructions...but such unfamiliar emotions. Dread, that "Oh God, here we go again" feeling, a little hope, a lot of fear. I guess I haven't really embraced acceptance fully because I just can't believe I have to slam shots into myself again.
Something happened that next day. I was able to start exercising and tracking my food intake. I've done both everyday since. I also stopped writing as you know and didn't even go to my support group that week. Not really sure what is going on with that.
I had a double whammy this week. Counseling and Reiki on the same evening. RK, THE counselor advised me to put nearly every thing I have into being as healthy and positive as I can be for this new cycle while at the same time preparing a small part of myself for what could happen. Reiki Lady is still extremely sure I will become a mother. She said the feminine part of my body is dancing and ready to go while the right leg which is in charge of stepping into new experiences is very stiff. Interesting because I've been having some pain in my right knee and hip while exercising. I didn't have too many images come to me this time but did picture myself dancing and also had an image of a picture I wanted to take (Rapunzel's tower) rather than pictures I had already taken which is what usually comes to me.
My son died on my dad's birthday.
I begin taking medication for the new cycle on my mom's birthday.
Our embryo transfer is June 7.
It's time to look to the future.
But I sure miss my boy.
Now for a laugh after that heavily serious post.
Bucket of Chicken:
Due Date Update:
I was dreading this day so very much. It was properly horrid but I fought my way through the day and survived. I was actually at work, keeping busy and holding on by my fingernails but doing ok until a younger teacher tripped by saying she had to check on another teacher who was suffering with morning sickness. She had just found out she was pregnant. The bottom fell out for me and the rest of the day was very painful and I wasn't sure I would survive it. However, I guess no one has died from a broken heart or from too much crying, so here I am.
The family and friends (and of course all of YOU kind readers) really did gather round and I had wonderful support. One sweet coworker actually gave me a card and flowers. Surprisingly, my dad was the most prevalent but you'd never get him to admit that he stopped by here everyday for over a week in the days surrounding our due date. Always some little repair or item to drop off or pick up. Luckily, I can translate "Dadspeak".
The next day I felt markedly improved but still pretty low. That other pregnant teacher started having contractions on Friday which rounded out the week of misery. For a few days I could not stop thinking about what giving birth to my live son on or near our due date would have been like. I was tormented with wondering about this and being broken hearted that it didn't happen.
The day after our due date, a big box of medication arrived for the upcoming FET. Familiar names on the bottles, familiar syringes, familiar instructions...but such unfamiliar emotions. Dread, that "Oh God, here we go again" feeling, a little hope, a lot of fear. I guess I haven't really embraced acceptance fully because I just can't believe I have to slam shots into myself again.
Something happened that next day. I was able to start exercising and tracking my food intake. I've done both everyday since. I also stopped writing as you know and didn't even go to my support group that week. Not really sure what is going on with that.
I had a double whammy this week. Counseling and Reiki on the same evening. RK, THE counselor advised me to put nearly every thing I have into being as healthy and positive as I can be for this new cycle while at the same time preparing a small part of myself for what could happen. Reiki Lady is still extremely sure I will become a mother. She said the feminine part of my body is dancing and ready to go while the right leg which is in charge of stepping into new experiences is very stiff. Interesting because I've been having some pain in my right knee and hip while exercising. I didn't have too many images come to me this time but did picture myself dancing and also had an image of a picture I wanted to take (Rapunzel's tower) rather than pictures I had already taken which is what usually comes to me.
My son died on my dad's birthday.
I begin taking medication for the new cycle on my mom's birthday.
Our embryo transfer is June 7.
It's time to look to the future.
But I sure miss my boy.
Now for a laugh after that heavily serious post.
Bucket of Chicken:
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Country Bridge
The bridges of Paige's county. I hold my breath every time I drive over this old country bridge. I couldn't seem to get the light right so the picture doesn't really show how beautiful the bridge is with it's rusty and rickety appearance. Looks can be deceiving. Just like a lot of people I know, it's stronger than it looks.
85/365
I include this view to show off the stellar repair job someone did on the guard rail with CAUTION TAPE. I'm thinking it's a semi-permanent repair because that tape has been there for a very long time.
85/365
I include this view to show off the stellar repair job someone did on the guard rail with CAUTION TAPE. I'm thinking it's a semi-permanent repair because that tape has been there for a very long time.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Flooded Field
Dad scouting a field that has flooded and drained, washing away most of our corn plants. These sickly few remain. The entire field will have to be reworked and replanted. $40,000 of seed and fertilizer gone to waste.
83/365
Half our crops should have been planted by now. Dad and the boys are weary of waiting and watching the sky. A time of worry has set in. It looks like more rain is on the way.
83/365
Half our crops should have been planted by now. Dad and the boys are weary of waiting and watching the sky. A time of worry has set in. It looks like more rain is on the way.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
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