Well, loyal reader(s?), when I posted that I wanted to start keeping up on the blog again, I had no idea that I was about to have a crazy, insane month. Shortly after writing that last blog, I discovered that............ I'm pregnant!! Without getting all TMI, basically I had a Mirena, I hated it, had it removed. I didn't have it removed to get pregnant, just because it wasn't for me. We weren't preventing after the removal, and had had a conversation about having one more, and before I could really wrap my head around it, it was done. Got pregnant two weeks after Mirena removal. I thought it would take a while for the birth control to get out of my system but I was obviously very wrong. So, I'm 8 weeks today and we're heading to my first appointment this afternoon. I am definitely more worried and nervous with this pregnancy than I was with Luke or Dylan, but I'm very excited, too!
So, I found out I was pregnant at the very beginning of October, and then on October 10, my Mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. We were all shocked. She felt a lump in the shower and had a mammogram and biopsy within a month. She is being treated at Georgetown University Hospital and the team there seems pretty amazing. She will have surgery (lumpectomy) in early December, followed by chemo for a few months, and then radiation for a few weeks. It's still pretty surreal when I think about it, and I hate the amount of uncertainty that surrounds the treatment and the cancer. But, we are all certain that she is going to come out on the other side completely fine.
I'm going to leave this post pictureless because I'm lazy, but I'll check in again soon! Prayers for my family and especially my Mom are appreciated!
Wednesday, November 5, 2014
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Alright y'all, enough is enough. My memory is too terrible to not document. It's time to fire up the blog again. I find myself telling stories often about when one of the boys were babies and then I go "wait... was that Luke? Or was it Dylan? It was Luke. It was definitely Luke. Noooo.... maybe it was Dylan." I'm too young for this crap.
Luke started kindergarten this year. It wasn't a HUGE deal because he did full day pre-k last year at Mt. Hope, so I feel like that was the big "OMG my baby is growing up" moment. This year he was an old pro, I wasn't nervous at all, nobody cried. Last year everybody cried except for my Grandma, who has been through this between children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren no less than 1,687 times I'm sure.
Dylan started daycare in April and has been doing SO great. He was really starting to act out constantly at home and was clearly needing some structure and some friends. He has been doing really well adjusting. He turns 3 on Monday but got bumped up to the three year old classroom a couple of weeks early to keep him in line with the school system schedule.
Tommy started working this insane schedule a few months ago. He does rotating shift work so he's either working midnight-8am, 8am-4pm, or 4pm-midnight. There's also almost always an opportunity for overtime, or he gets stuck after his regular shift. It's been super hard to adjust for everybody. He's exhausted all the time and has to sleep weird irregular hours. I'm exhausted all the time from having the kids on my own so much. It could last for a few more months, so hopefully we can all keep up.
I started at CSM over the summer. I returned to finish my elementary education degree. I am super excited and nervous and busy!
The kids are at this awesomely weird in between age where they can both make me laugh SO HARD. Make my heart melt COMPLETELY. And make me want to rip my hair out, rip their hair out, and bang their heads together. Super fun times.
I'm going to try to shake the blog content up a bit with some of my crafty stuff and general life type stuff instead of boys/family only.
No pictures today, just wanted to let the 1.75 people who will see this know that I'm baaaaaack.
Luke started kindergarten this year. It wasn't a HUGE deal because he did full day pre-k last year at Mt. Hope, so I feel like that was the big "OMG my baby is growing up" moment. This year he was an old pro, I wasn't nervous at all, nobody cried. Last year everybody cried except for my Grandma, who has been through this between children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren no less than 1,687 times I'm sure.
Dylan started daycare in April and has been doing SO great. He was really starting to act out constantly at home and was clearly needing some structure and some friends. He has been doing really well adjusting. He turns 3 on Monday but got bumped up to the three year old classroom a couple of weeks early to keep him in line with the school system schedule.
Tommy started working this insane schedule a few months ago. He does rotating shift work so he's either working midnight-8am, 8am-4pm, or 4pm-midnight. There's also almost always an opportunity for overtime, or he gets stuck after his regular shift. It's been super hard to adjust for everybody. He's exhausted all the time and has to sleep weird irregular hours. I'm exhausted all the time from having the kids on my own so much. It could last for a few more months, so hopefully we can all keep up.
I started at CSM over the summer. I returned to finish my elementary education degree. I am super excited and nervous and busy!
The kids are at this awesomely weird in between age where they can both make me laugh SO HARD. Make my heart melt COMPLETELY. And make me want to rip my hair out, rip their hair out, and bang their heads together. Super fun times.
I'm going to try to shake the blog content up a bit with some of my crafty stuff and general life type stuff instead of boys/family only.
No pictures today, just wanted to let the 1.75 people who will see this know that I'm baaaaaack.
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