Monday, February 28, 2011

There's more than corn...

...In Indiana. And one of my least favorite things is thunderstorms. We had a doozy last night! It started raining before I went to bed and it didn't stop until this morning. Some areas got more than 3 inches! Adam and I went to bed and I had a terrible time getting to sleep. I woke up a bunch of times to thunder. At 2:30, the sirens were wailing and my mom was telling us there was a tornado warning. We got up, collected Tyler and went downstairs. Tyler was a bit confused, asking for breakfast and juice and his usual morning routine. He was running around and being goofy. We stayed up for about an hour until the weather calmed down and then we went back to bed. I had still more trouble sleep, so I didn't end up getting much rest last night. Today was the end of the month at work, so I was dragging though my work.

Gotta love midwestern weather! Or not. At all.

Monday, February 21, 2011

Twin Talk 2

Another example of how my twin sister cracks me up:

Actually, I should preface this story with an explanation. Wait, how about a riddle, followed by an explanation? Yes? Excellent…

My sister and I are twins. She is three minutes older than me, but I am three weeks older than her. How is that possible?

Answer: We were literally conceived at two different times. Typically, fraternal twins like us are conceived from two separate eggs released at the same time. However, our mother actually ovulated two different times in a month. I was conceived first and Angie was conceived about three weeks later. She was actually born first, making her three minutes “older” than me, at least to the outside world. The reason we know this is that my sister was proclaimed several weeks premature. We also varied in weight more than most twins do, she was 5 lbs 5 oz and I was 6 lbs 2 oz (I think).

So! On to the funny…

I posted a mini-survey thing on my facebook page and one of the questions was “What is your first memory of me?” Here is my sister’s response:

My first memory of you. "Sweet, I'm gonna be a human! Let's settle into the Chateau de Uterus... Hi... I wasn't aware that I'd be sharing this place. And you've already made yourself comfortable! Fantastic. Scoot over, I'm still staying."

Upon reading this, I emailed her:

Me: I'm an literally LOLing at work!

Angie: I thought that might make you laugh. :-D

Me: LMAO and what was I saying to the sudden invasion? Man I loves you!

Angie: I loves you, too!

And I thought of that. Here's you,

"Man, it is tiring splitting all these cells! It's time for a na--Hello? Is that the pizza I ordered? Good lord, you're tiny! What do you mean room-mate? There was nothing in the lease about a room-mate, just 9 months, then eviction. Oh god, FINE. You can stay. That half. No, that half. No, your parts are in my half, MOVE. Oh, this is gonna suck."

Me: I'm doing something way beyond ROTFLMFAO right now. Seriously. I'm starting a file of things like this you say. Someday I'll publish it or something.

Angie: I want some of the money.

Me: LOL we'll talk. Just kidding, agreed. I feel like it needs to be followed up with a dialogue of me "kicking you out".

Angie: This is true. Hmmm.

I am beginning to consider tape recording all of our conversations. I can’t make this stuff up.

Sunday, February 13, 2011


Yesterday I had to go to a local college to do an errand for my mom. The grounds were pretty deserted, as it was pretty early. I parked my car and started walking. It brought back memories of my college days and I realized how much I liked college. It was the most independent time of my life. I lived at home the first couple of years, but I had a car and that allowed me more independence than I'd ever known. I worked on campus during most of my time in school, so I spent most of my time there.

It was a time where I was able to truly be my own boss, funnily enough. I could skip class to do something fun if I wanted to. I could buy a coffee and chat on my cell phone and feel so very adult.

It sounds silly to say these things, it's sort of trivial, but those feelings came back to me for a few minutes walking around there. I met some great people in college, two of my best friends. I grew up, which I imagine is common. I had my heart broken for the first time. I met my husband while in college. I learned to lead, rather than to just follow.

It was nice to be reminded of that feeling. I learned a lot of responsibility and yet it was still a pretty simple time. I could stretch my wings and still have someone there to catch me. These days I feel like I do more catching than stretching!

This is like my fourth serious post in a row! I'll try to bring some funny next time! Thanks to all my readers! I actually have a few now :)

Friday, February 11, 2011

Tyler's Tale

So it was a sucky day and I'm trying not to be bummed that I'm not pregnant this I was reading blogs and one of my friends wrote about the birth of her twins. So I thought I'd write Tyler's story!

I became pregnant with Tyler in May of 2008. We'd been trying for awhile and in May I was determined! I took a pregnancy test on Mother's day, but it was negative, and it was really too early to test. So the next Sunday, I woke early because I needed to go to the bathroom. I took a test, all the while telling myself that it was still quite early and it would probably be negative. I was also trying not to completely wake myself up because it was about 6 am. Not having a child at the time, I wanted to go back to bed because, well, I could back then. So I waited several minutes, squinted in the nightlight's glow, saw no second line and headed back to bed, tossing the test in the garbage.

Hours later, I got up and went to the grocery and went about my Sunday things. At some point in the afternoon I pulled the test out of the garbage on a whim and low and behold there was a second, faint, pink line. My heart skipped a beat. I stood very still for a few moments. Then, before I could get too excited, I grabbed the instructions to the test. They very clearly stated that the test should not be read after the first hour.

So was I or wasn't I?? I couldn't wait to know for sure, so I ran to the store and got a digital test. I rushed home, peed on the stick and....nothing. The darn thing was defective. I finally decided to wait until the next morning to take another test.

So Monday morning came and I craftily decided to pee in a cup and take not one, but two tests--one digital and one standard two-liner. Fast forward 3 minutes and Ta-Da! Two lines and "Pregnant"!!! I told my hubby and we celebrated, then we woke my mom (she lives with us) and we all celebrated some more! I called my sisters and my dad...we weren't waiting, we were too excited!

I got to work, ready to spread the news. Once there, I remembered that my ENTIRE department was away at a conference! I did tell one person, my friend Tracy, who was expecting twins at the time. She knew that I had been trying and periodically she'd walk by and give me a questioning thumbs-up. Usually I'd return it, then realize what she meant and say, "Oh! No, not yet!" So I told her and we got girly and excited!

So I was finally preggers! And thank God I wasn't trying to keep it a secret because the next week? MORNING SICKNESS! Morning sickness that would plague me for nearly the entire pregnancy. Nine month story short, I lost nearly 20 pounds early on and had a massive amount of food aversions. I ended up on medication so that I could function but I literally forgot what it's like to feel "fine" for awhile!

Around the 20 week mark, we had our big ultrasound. I'm a control freak, so there would be no waiting to be surprised on the sex of our baby! When the time came, I looked at the screen and said, "I think I know what that is!" The Ultrasound Tech confirmed my suspicions by labeling the picture "boy parts". So it really was a "Tyler" in there!

I was lucky, I didn't have any major problems, nausea aside. No gestational diabetes, no high blood pressure, just the normal stuff (aside from the nausea and a muscle that didn't like to stretch in my belly that would hurt if I stood too long...I rode a lot of those motorized carts that fall). Eventually my due date came and went. I was super uncomfortable and my nausea had returned full force, so I started my leave from work a little early. My doctor finally decided to induce me at about 41.5 weeks. It is a decision I regret.

So on January 26th I checked into the hospital as Indianapolis braced for a major snowstorm. Tucked away in my hospital room, I didn't have to worry about that too much, but we did end up with over a foot of snow, which was a problem for my visitors! I was started on cervidil to prepare my cervix Monday night. I hadn't slept the night before because I was too nervous. I didn't sleep Monday because it was a strange place and I was nervous. Tuesday morning they started me on petocin and inserted a balloon to help me dilate.  Later in the day I decided to get an epidural. It was the best 20 minutes of the whole experience (until he was born, of course). For some reason, the darn thing didn't work, whether that is due to my high tolerance for pain medication or bad placement, I don't know. Later they gave me another dose, but it only gave me another 20 minutes of relief. After that, I decided I didn't care anymore. With the help of my mom with breathing (it really helps!) and my hubby and sister for ice and cold washclothes, I hung in there.

I started to run a fever, so they started me on antibiotics just in case. They also got me up in my bed using a birthing bar to try to progress things. I guess I didn't mention that I had not dropped, so I did this during labor, by pushing. Unbeknownst to me, the nurses were sure I was going to have to have a C-Section. My mom says that at one point, she saw a huge change in me and it was like I had decided I could do this. I was going to do this. Now. So around 2 or 3 in the morning, it was time to push. Several hours in, I was really beat, so they helped me out a bit with a vacuum. I had been warned that there was meconium present and thanks to birthing class I knew what to expect with this. They didn't want the baby to cry right away, so he wouldn't breathe it in and I wouldn't get to hold him right away.

At last, at 6:17 am, Tyler Nicolas came into the world. It was surreal. They were checking him out, cleaning him up and making sure all was well. I couldn't see him and I just wanted someone to tell me he was okay and he was really here. It seemed like it took forever! Finally, I was able to reach my hand over and touch him. He held my finger and it was real. He was mine.

It was still quite some time before I could hold my little man. They wanted to make sure he was okay and I was somewhat (HA!) worse for ware, so it took what felt like hours to finish up on my many stitches. My doctor wouldn't tell me how many I needed, but my nurses called what I had a "vaginal C-Section" YEE-OUCH. I had fourth degree tearing (the worst category). Finally, finally after the nurse made me order some breakfast, I finally got to hold him in my arms. A few minutes later, I was feeding my son and my hubby was feeding me (I hadn't eaten since Monday night!) My mom and sister had to go home briefly, so it was our first moment as a family of three.

Shortly thereafter, we had our first dose of reality...Tyler fell asleep, so Adam and I both lay down, exhausted. I took my glasses off (in case you don't "know" me, I am blind as a bat without my specs) and nodded off right away. A few minutes later, Tyler began to cry. New-Mommy sprang out of bed, knocked her glasses off and stood their, blind and panicked. My hubby got up and helped me find my glasses and then we sort of looked at each other like, "Oh crap! We have to fix this! What do we do?"

Thank God for nurses. And thank God that a dirty diaper is an easy thing to fix.

And that is how Tyler came into this world.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

A Quest

So I'm going to lay it out there...I was hesitant to put it out in the blog-world, but since I don't have too many readers, I figured, why not. I have spent the better part of a year preparing and attempting to conceive baby number two. My husband and I are blessed with our son (2 year old Tyler) and ideally, we'd like to have our kids fairly close in age. Adam's sister Heather is only about 18 months old than him. I am a twin, plus I have a sister that is 5 years old. (I also had another sister, but she passed away as a baby. I don't feel right talking about my sister's without mentioning her.)

When we started TTC Tyler, we got pregnant after about 8 months of trying. I'm very thankful that we didn't have the problems I've read so much about. I read a lot of TTC blogs and some of the stories out there are just heartbreaking.

All that aside, it isn't easy for me. I am not a naturally fertile myrtle! My body doesn't seem to work exactly right. For example, I have a really hard time trying to pin point my ovulation. I've tried BBT, but my temperature doesn't seem to fluctuate at all. I'm guessing that has something to do with the fact that I have neutropenia. Neutropenia is a condition where my white blood cell count, particularly my neutrophil count is lower than normal. I found out I had that at age 19 when my appendix burst during emergency surgery. The doctor's didn't know I had appendicitis because my white blood cell count was really low (typically with appendicitis, the WBC is very high, indicating infection). Did I mention that was on my 19th birthday? In the same hospital I was born in? No? Well, it was. Generally, it just means I have to be careful when I get an infection. If my fever gets too high, it can mean I'm not fighting off the infection. Mostly, it causes me to get sick more often than the average person. I also come down with illnesses very quickly and tend to stay sick longer. Fun time, but manageable. My WBC actually rose while I was pregnant and for a short time after.

Anyway, I digress. In addition to BBT not working out well for me, I have a generally weird cycle. It ranges from 30-37 days. I've tried using ovulation tests to catch ovulation, but usually the best I get is a line that half of it is about as dark as the test line. I'd buy the little smiley face tests, but they cost like 15 bucks more!

So last April or May I began seriously preparing for my journey TTC #2. I cut way down on caffeine, upped my water intake, started back on prenatal vitamins, etc etc. So far, we haven't had any luck, but we will keep trying. I've had a few months, last month especially, that I though I could be pregnant...Last month I was on cycle day 37 and I still hadn't started my period. Although I had taken two pregnancy tests (one on day 33, one on day 37) I still believed that maybe, just maybe...but no. Aunt Flo arrived. That's been the hardest one so far. Before I conceived Tyler, I actually skipped a period in March (I got pregnant in May). That sucked...I really thought I was then.

Anyway, why am I sharing this? I don't know. As I said, I've been reading a lot of blogs on the subject, and I read TLC's conception story site. I guess I wanted to tell my story, in some little way. I hope I don't have the trouble some of them had, but I've drawn a lot of strength from their stories. They are exceptional women.

So as I continue on this journey, I pray that I'm blessed with another child. And I pray that infertility is someday something that no woman needs to fear or overcome.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Snowpocalypse 2011

So in case you haven't heard, there was a huge winter storm that roared it's way across the country this week. Indiana, where I live, was slammed with ice and snow. In my area, we got mostly ice. I think we ended up with over 2 or 3 inches of ice. My boss excused us from work yesterday and today my office was officially closed.

My mom and I ventured outside today to try to defrost the cars. I appreciated the warm clothes my mother in law got me for Christmas! I wore leggings under jeans and a turtle neck and a sweater, plus my coat, two pairs of socks, boots, a scarf and two pairs of gloves. We started off by getting the door open on the van. That took several minutes. Then we started the van. Then I ventured down our somewhat steep driveway and broke into my sister's SUV and our SUV, starting them and turning up the heat and defrosters. Then we attacked the van with two ice scrapers. It took a long time! I was literally whacking the van with the handle of my scraper to break holes in the ice to scrape!

It took awhile, but all three cars are now free from their ice cubes. The rest of these two days have been spent taking care of Adam and Tyler, who are both sick. Tyler scared me yesterday...his fever got pretty high. I gave him a lukewarm bath and it hasn't crept back up too high since. He's so clingy when he's sick, we're joined at the hip! Honestly, it's been a challenge to get him to let me go to the bathroom!

Also, on Tuesday I watched the funeral of my former classmate and fallen police officer David Moore. I was glad to be home to watch it. It was very touching.

So that's been my life the last two days. The main roads seem better, so I'm betting I'll be working tomorrow! It's been strange! Everyone panicked about this storm, there was a lot of concern about power outages, but we were spared, thank goodness!

Everyone stay safe in this weather! Thanks always for reading :)