New Bed

Addison slept in her toddler bed last night for the first time. She did great.
What I didn't bargain for is the fact that she didn't even want me to rock her to sleep, like I've done every night since she was born. Every night. Mommy didn't bargain for that one at all, nor did she like it.

A rose by any other name..

I learned a new definition today. Colposcopy - torture from hell. That's it in a nutshell. That's all you really need to know. Sometimes I hate being female.
On top of my 9:45 ancient torture session, (Hasn't medicine evolved from this yet?) I had a small confrontation with a tenant. Let's just say that I got up close and personal with her lip ring. Unfortunately, she managed to yell all around my face without ever touching it so no assault charges got to be filed. That is very unfortunate. I have a lot of colorful words that I'd like to share regarding this person, but for the high road's sake, I'll just let it lie.
Let's recap. Today, I hate doctors and I hate my job. Tomorrow may be different, but I'm pretty much done with today and that's my professional assessment.

Fertility: The Sequal

January 14, 2008 was the day my blog was born. It was born out of a necessity to share my fertility journey and has since turned into the chronicles of my life. I love my blog like it was my child although the real kid (Addison) takes a lot of time away from it.
Addison is 27 months old now. The pressures of time and age are pressing down on us to either stay a single child family or try again. For Addison's sake, we've decided to try for another child. So she can know the joy of a sibling...or the torture. I thought my journey would begin today. I had the appointments, I had the tests, I even had the prescriptions. For twenty minutes I sat at lunch discussing my fears and excitement with Michael. Then the doctor's office called with news of an abnormal test result. So, my journey is postponed (hopefully) for a month or so until I can get a biopsy and the results.
All technical issues aside, I was really scared today at the thought of getting pregnant again. I'm not the best pregnant person by any means. But, before - with Addison - I didn't know what to expect. It was all pretty stories and fairytales of babies. Now, I have lived the reality and I'm pretty sure that's the part that scared me....actually knowing what I was in for.
I also know, however, the end result is amazing and that is surely what drives any mother to give birth again.
There's also the worry, in the far depths of my mind, of how I could love another child as much as I love my Addison. It just doesn't seem possible. I hope to find out.
In the meantime, if you are a follower from way back, welcome back to the original theme!
Here we go again, on another roller coaster ride.

Addison Acclamations

My angel has finally, finally, finally said "I love you." We've waited 2 years and 3 months to hear our baby return our affections this way. Her way of saying it is most precious sounding something like, "I num mommy," usually followed by a bone-crushing hug around the neck. I can now die happy.
Even more precious..if it's even possible, was Addison saying her first prayer last night. Typing it doesn't do it justice, but use your imagination for the cuteness factor.
"Dee Wod, taytoo Tenton, taytoo Daisy Amen."
Translated - Dear Lord, thank you for Trenton, thank you for Daisy. Amen.  Why the dogs are so important...I have no idea. But it was indescribably priceless.

8 years

The person who thinks they can remain the same person they were when they get married is a fool. So much goes into making a marriage not only survive, but thrive that the end result is two people who are changed. In considering this, you have to ask yourself, was it that you were so great before, or are you great now? I think about this a lot today as we reach our 8th Wedding Anniversary.  Eight years of growing and changing and compromising and...well, there are so many others I can't even begin to finish.
Eight years ago I married a man who saw the very best in me. He was enthralled by my beauty (haha) and enamoured by my personality. He sought out my strength and marveled at my wisdom. Sitting here, 8 years later, I am enthralled by his beauty. The years only add to your attractiveness and even thought the hairs turn gray, I see the man I fell in love with. Eight years later, I am still enamoured with his personality, and his wit and his charm. The fact that he can spontaneously make me belly laugh is an achievement all in itself. After eight years, I seek out his strength and wisdom every day. It is only because he believed in me that I have accomplished so much over these years. He knows things...he just does. And it's so comforting to know that even when I'm so confused and turned upside down...he usually has it all figured out. I will borrow a description that I heard a friend use once. He is my lid. When my emotions bubble up and spill out, he is there to make sure there's no mess. To assure me and tidy me up. I am honored to have been paired by God to this man. He is the love of my life. Happy Anniversary Michael.