tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329776162024-03-18T21:21:12.902-07:00The LeMastersI became the Mrs. on July 1, 2006. I became the Mama on February 12, 2008. My blogs are about my Mrs' moments and my Mama moments.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727352376371000307noreply@blogger.comBlogger232125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32977616.post-58385047812463896172012-12-07T11:48:00.000-08:002012-12-07T11:48:01.197-08:00Go back and read "that" blog...<br />
September 2012.<br />
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One of John and I's pet peeves about facebook is when couples write on each other's walls. Example: Happy Anniversary! I love you more today than the day I married you etc. I wonder if they actually say it to one another in person or just put it on each others wall. So, instead of doing it on facebook I am going to do it on my blog...that makes it OK. : ) <br />
I know and remember how hard it can be on a marriage when you have a baby. So much of your time is spent with the baby your spouse can feel neglected, your marriage can feel neglected. Whenever John feels like he is on the back burner I want him to read this blog.<br />
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Dear John, <br />
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I'm not for sure if my enormous belly gave it away or not, but we are getting ready to have two babies. Two. And they are girls. Two girls. Now take a big deep breath in. : ) I will keep reminding you, if you continue to remind me. I'm trying to figure out a good way to start in confessing my love for you. I'm sure it will be awkward, similar to our entire relationship ie: first date, proposal, etc. but awkward it what we are good at. That was one of the reasons I first fell in love with you. You never said the "right" thing, you said the honest thing. Perfect timing was non existent. We never had the story book romance, which is what I always thought I wanted, but it turns out that, that is just a story. You didn't win me over with romantic dinners, flowers, poems or gifts. (Obviously not gifts. Remember our second Christmas? A razor, a cook book and acne cream. I'm suprised we still got married after that Christmas.) You won me over with your love for me, your honesty, your simpleness, your devotion, the father I knew you would be, your stability, the way you look at me, the way you treat me and your legs. (I love your legs, if I could bend over right now without tipping over I would totally squueze your calves.) So those are the things that made me fall for you, now on to the things that continue to make me fall deeper. All of the above plus, the father your are, the incredible head of househould you have become, your confidence, the way you comfort me, the Christian man you have become, the incredible provider you are and the humor you bring to our relationship. (You just walked into the room and showed me that you shaved your armpits on "accident". Its never a dull moment around here.) Our lives have never been perfect. Never even close. We have faced one challenge after another. All of our challenges we have gone through have made for incredible memories (and funny stories, example our first trip to Branson.) I wouldn't change a challenge. There is no one I would rather go through this imperfect challenging life with and if you asked me to marry you again I would say yes, right after I told you I had the worse diarrhea of my life...again, perfect timing.<br />
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I still love you more than mayonaise.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727352376371000307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32977616.post-55014681296347654342012-08-23T14:29:00.002-07:002012-08-23T14:29:33.205-07:00Ben's First Day of School!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727352376371000307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32977616.post-66145104350689439142012-08-05T08:20:00.001-07:002012-08-05T08:20:42.889-07:00Benarisms-We were both laying on my bed looking at my growing belly and my stomach growled. Ben's eyes got huge, "the babies just tooted!"<br />
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-While at the doctors office looking at a book we come across a cow with utters. With his head cocked to the side, "look at all those penis' on that cow."<br />
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-Trying to teach a social child about strangers can be quite challenging. Me, " Ben we do not talk to adults if we do not know their name, they are called a stranger." Ben, "If I can't talk to them how can I ask them their name?" Me, "So, if someone comes to your school to pick you up and you do not know them do you get in their car?" Ben, "No, I would ask their name first." Me, "Lets start again."<br />
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-"Mom, you know the babie will have baginas like you."<br />
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-"Ben are you going to take care of your little sisters?" "Yes, I am going to protect them and spank them" Nope no spanking.<br />
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During the 110 degree weather a few clouds appeared, "Dad it looks like its going to snow."<br />
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"Mom you going to poop the babies out?"<br />
<br />Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727352376371000307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32977616.post-27927804664238972652012-01-08T11:44:00.000-08:002012-01-08T11:50:39.889-08:00What should you do if you can't keep up with one blog? I'll tell you, start another. That makes sense, right? John and I have been trying to have another child for about a year now and tomorrow we go to an infertility specialist. For some reason it is weighing heavy on my heart to blog about our adventure to conceive. My plan is to keep up with both blogs, this one about our everyday lives and the other about infertility. If you would like to follow us on that adventure the blog is www.ouradventuretoconception.blogspot.com.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727352376371000307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32977616.post-85649750083434366702012-01-08T11:32:00.001-08:002012-01-08T11:40:22.605-08:00Pinning Pictures<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Iqh0gZygXFdN-gkwmE0ygYUWgb0YcEVM0oJ0_4_aC6iUbOl5debvekKA1_j95rfwALp6LY2ngDQyooVMR1hyphenhyphenzbIHBhT2Em2AXDdbk-PyuVS3dh2vCEOxvbRICNuZAlAfyFDr/s1600/TCC_0310%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Iqh0gZygXFdN-gkwmE0ygYUWgb0YcEVM0oJ0_4_aC6iUbOl5debvekKA1_j95rfwALp6LY2ngDQyooVMR1hyphenhyphenzbIHBhT2Em2AXDdbk-PyuVS3dh2vCEOxvbRICNuZAlAfyFDr/s320/TCC_0310%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695347028332925234" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Hke1X4fMROmrDAVEMNiPAcg0zFOXSTtVIa7YToSP7-42nASb1kMGWtj_FlQii8aW2IaEF58-NRrSJ84UcHO4dLDNkWr4YN6odibIz3Kc_l2YzqDLpPKHa41apq3cfMyKHbBZ/s1600/TCC_0311%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Hke1X4fMROmrDAVEMNiPAcg0zFOXSTtVIa7YToSP7-42nASb1kMGWtj_FlQii8aW2IaEF58-NRrSJ84UcHO4dLDNkWr4YN6odibIz3Kc_l2YzqDLpPKHa41apq3cfMyKHbBZ/s320/TCC_0311%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695347025151418674" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnn6itFkzoMqA4USxkzbXrdq74V0iN9g3ikbLLKedxWQB2xGWKR8nPPf1_1m5bImaezoeLTop5VpNI8AqRJ610l9Min6uPaz2wpEz1-bKsA9Ye9Vs7JkbnTIY5JBI6dbgY1DvF/s1600/TCC_0312%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnn6itFkzoMqA4USxkzbXrdq74V0iN9g3ikbLLKedxWQB2xGWKR8nPPf1_1m5bImaezoeLTop5VpNI8AqRJ610l9Min6uPaz2wpEz1-bKsA9Ye9Vs7JkbnTIY5JBI6dbgY1DvF/s320/TCC_0312%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695347021364545682" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFZSS4i2tSgI2B6iXbXKD8kZoLxXN8g4pcVX1nhQGH4aCbfa-bZM_RN2sKUtDP9HZuwHCh4bRg6TouQOccwE9V0H2bdT1_Nmnj6bw0cqo7HfqFofVXcHF4-QCsk2SKEMDL-dxQ/s1600/TCC_0688%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFZSS4i2tSgI2B6iXbXKD8kZoLxXN8g4pcVX1nhQGH4aCbfa-bZM_RN2sKUtDP9HZuwHCh4bRg6TouQOccwE9V0H2bdT1_Nmnj6bw0cqo7HfqFofVXcHF4-QCsk2SKEMDL-dxQ/s320/TCC_0688%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695347004654337650" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_CVpXf3o6bbzfLCwHYCjsglwdqjAaq6F7SRn30brIAoJDbkJd7nchmc_FN-k7Qe_rrdCv2vz3bjVyYcoRgaGtmyalYuhQaqrgXBugU95x0g1DNU_8Fxr3IzpBKoVT8ebgmzqV/s1600/TCC_0689.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_CVpXf3o6bbzfLCwHYCjsglwdqjAaq6F7SRn30brIAoJDbkJd7nchmc_FN-k7Qe_rrdCv2vz3bjVyYcoRgaGtmyalYuhQaqrgXBugU95x0g1DNU_8Fxr3IzpBKoVT8ebgmzqV/s320/TCC_0689.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695346999420230290" /></a><br />I wish I could think of words to write about graduation, but for some reason I can't. The evening was surreal. The majority of the night I was fighting back tears. Some of excitement and some of fear. Its real now.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727352376371000307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32977616.post-26164654030314728022011-12-27T11:26:00.000-08:002011-12-28T12:42:30.950-08:00ABC's of 2011<strong>A</strong>-John and I celebrated our five year <strong>anniversary</strong>. It gets sweeter with each passing year.<br /><strong>B</strong>-Ben started his second year at <strong>Broadway Baptist </strong>Preschool. He is in there three year old program. His bestest little friend is named Brighton.<br /><strong>C</strong>-My <strong>Christian</strong> walk has changed a lot this year. <br /><strong>D</strong>-My brother-in-law was <strong>deployed</strong> to Afghanistan.<br /><strong>E</strong>-This year on <strong>Easter</strong>, Ben was able to hunt for his eggs by himself. This may seem insignificant but it is a reminder of how big he is getting.<br /><strong>F</strong>-We went on a family vacation to <strong>Florida</strong>. We stayed in Fort Walton Beach in a condo right on the beach. It was incredible.<br /><strong>G</strong>-I <strong>graduated</strong> from nursing school. The most challenging experience of my life. It was incredibly gratifying.<br /><strong>H</strong>-Ben went to his first <strong>happy birthday </strong>party that wasn't a family member. It was his best friend Brock's fourth birthday.<br /><strong>I</strong>-I can drive on the <strong>interstate</strong> in the rain without having a panic attack. So embarassing.<br /><strong>J</strong>-May 2011 marked one year of 3-5 days of <strong>jogging</strong> per week.<br /><strong>K</strong>-John accepted a job at <strong>KOTV</strong> as an evening director and manager.<br /><strong>L</strong>-I accepted a job in <strong>labor and delivery </strong>at St Francis Hospital.<br /><strong>M</strong>-I had a <strong>miscarriage</strong> in November. I'm still trying to put the pieces of my heart back together.<br /><strong>N</strong>-My middle brother and his family became <strong>neighbors</strong> to my parents, moving in across the street.<br /><strong>O</strong>-School was incredibly <strong>overwhelming</strong> this year.<br /><strong>P</strong>-<strong>Pregnancy</strong> has been the word this year. In January we will be seeing a fertility specialist.<br /><strong>Q</strong>-John <strong>quit</strong> traveling with his new job. I love having him home. Also John quit dipping.<br /><strong>R</strong>-I have <strong>read</strong> a total of 7 books for pleasure this year and about 20 for nursing school.<br /><strong>S</strong>-I got <strong>strep throat </strong>in November, it took two rounds of antibiotics to wipe it out. It is the sickest I have been in a long time.<br /><strong>T</strong>-My baby turned <strong>three</strong>, I turned <strong>thirty</strong> and John turned <strong>thirty three </strong>and there are <strong>three</strong> of us.<br /><strong>U</strong>-Ben went from diapers to <strong>underwear</strong> this year. He really did a fantastic job at potty training. For Ben three was the magic number.<br /><strong>V</strong>-I lost part of my <strong>visual field </strong>from an autoimmune disease. It caused optic nerve swelling. I will never regain that vision back due to scar tissue.<br /><strong>W</strong>-I started <strong>working</strong> this year as a nurse tech during my last semester of nursing school. I worked in post partum at St Francis Hospital.<br /><strong>X</strong>-I learned to play the <strong>xylophone</strong> this year. Not really, I just couldn't think of anything with the letter x.<br /><strong>Y</strong>-Ben is a <strong>young boy </strong>now, not a baby. It some ways its incredible like when he tells me he loves me, but in other ways I miss him being a little baby. <br /><strong>Z</strong>-We went to the <strong>zoo</strong> three times this year. Ben loves the animals.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727352376371000307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32977616.post-41649147167872305362011-07-25T12:17:00.000-07:002011-07-25T12:22:18.413-07:00146Today was Jennah and Joel's musical. Joel was super adorable and very serious about his flag role. But I must say, Jennah stole the show. I love to see her passion for the arts. It brings back so many good memories for me being in plays and musicals. Jennah has so much raw tallent it always brings me to tear. Her voice it like a little angel. Her confidence on stage it breathtaking. You can tell she is in her element; she truly commands an audience.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727352376371000307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32977616.post-39478118929334405332011-07-23T07:29:00.000-07:002011-07-23T07:35:16.459-07:00147I received a phone call today from the charge nurse in OB at St Francis today. There is a job opening in post-partum/high risk ante-partum. Awesome. Its an emergency call back position so it will work perfectly with my school schedule. Even better, it gives me a foot in the door to women's health for when I graduate. Which by the way is 147 days away.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727352376371000307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32977616.post-49503188545597206332011-07-22T10:28:00.000-07:002011-07-22T10:37:27.221-07:00148 days-Cleaned the nursery at the Church.<br /><br />-Entered Ben in a cutest kids contest.<br /><br />-Watched Travis D. on wipeout and he WON!<br /><br />-Skipped Ben's nap to "see if he could make it". He passed out on the couch at 4:30 and I had to wake him up at 5:30 to meet John for dinner. Made for a horrible evening.<br /><br />-Never skipping a nap for no reason again.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727352376371000307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32977616.post-41672685135147631422011-07-20T18:49:00.000-07:002011-07-20T18:58:50.413-07:00149 daysI'm not pregnant. John and I have been trying to get pregnant and today I found out I'm not pregnant. I must say this is such an emotional roller coaster ride. Ben was a suprise, big suprise so we never went through the process of trying. I know in my mind God's timing and God's plan are much better than mine. But each month with the reminder that I'm not pregnant makes my heart ache. I love Benjamin so much and equally love being a Mommy.<br /> <br />**Interuption: Ben just walked in and asked if he could be my baby. His insight and timing always awes me.<br /><br />Ending on a funny note during our small group one of the men prayed for John and I his prayer went like this: "Please be with John and Amy as they try to get pregnant. I pray that you give them time to get it done." I could not quit laughing.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727352376371000307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32977616.post-18878913618165803992011-07-19T15:03:00.000-07:002011-07-19T15:10:25.975-07:00150 days til graduation...My goal is to post <em>something</em> for the next 150 days.<br /><br />-Today Ben went for his 3 year old check up. He got one shot and John said he was very brave. He is in the 90th percentile in both height and weight. I find it interesting on height he has always been below the 50th percentile. <br /><br />-I had an eye appointment today to check the condition of my optic nerve. (thus the reason I misssed Ben's appointment) The most interesting part of the appointment was the ultrasound on my eye. It felt like a massage on my eye.<br /><br />-Ben and I went to see Winnie the Pooh today in Sand Springs. Tuesday is $2 so I thought I should take advantage and wasn't disappointed. We went to go see Cars 2 at Jenks Riverwalk and the theater was filthy and a little toasty. Sand Springs although old was cold and clean.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727352376371000307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32977616.post-41130511333265408892011-06-23T12:50:00.000-07:002011-06-23T13:12:44.731-07:00The last 5 yearsHappy Birthday to ME! <br />Below is my blog from four years ago, right before I turned 26, in CAPS LOCK is my blog from three years ago when I turned 27, in italics is for my 28th birthday, 29th is in bold and the big 3-0 is back to "normal" font.<br /><br /><br />I see you 26<br />YOU ARE ALREADY HERE 27?<br />28, 29, 30...does it really matter?<br />29? I am 29 years old, when did that happen?<br />I've been waiting for you thirty, the promises of what those wiser and older than me have told me, thirties is when life really gets sweet.<br /><br /><br />I am turning 26 this Sunday. I have never really thought about age before or getting older, until this year. <br />I TURNED 27 TODAY. I HAVE REVERTED BACK TO NOT THINKING ABOUT AGE ANYMORE, THERE IS JUST NOT ENOUGH TIME.<br />I still do not think about how old I am, now I think about how old my son is.<br />This is my last year to be twenty, how weird is that?<br />I see myself on a time line now, I need have another baby by this age, perhaps another by this age, eetc.<br /><br />A few things I have noticed: <br /><br />I wear clothes for comfort now.<br />I WEAR CLOTHES JUST TO COVER MY BARE SKIN.<br />I wear Mom clothes. Big underwear (I can't even call them panties).<br />I don't think I have one piece of clothing without some type of stain from Ben on it.<br />Classy, I strive to look classy now. Well, comfortable classy.<br /><br />Elastic and I have become quite close. <br />ELASTIC HAS NOW BECOME EMBEDDED INTO MY SKIN.<br />I wear SPANX, so the elastic doesn't become embedded in my skin.<br />I wear elastic to work out in now, almost down to my wedding weight.<br />I still wear elastic to work out in and am now under my wedding weight.<br /><br />Once upon a time high heel shoes didn't hurt my feet. <br />ONCE UPON A TIME I WORE SHOES EVERYDAY...THAT MATCHED.<br />My feet have grown a size and a half, or I have realized, I am not really a 7.5.<br />I love high heel shoes, but now I am paranoid about bunions and foot deformities, I think I will stick to flip flops and tennis shoes.<br />I occasionally wear high heal shoes and try to worry less about foot deformities and bunions. (Although in nursing school I have seen some nasty feet, perhaps I should steer clear of high heals)<br /><br />I worry about my health and heart disease. <br />I WORRY ABOUT MY SON AND HAVE LITTLE TIME TO WORRY ABOUT MYSELF.<br />I am striving to live a healthy life so I can enjoy my grandchildren.<br />I am living a healthy life.<br />While living a healthy life I was diagnosed with connective tissue disease a potentially life altering disease. I've now learned worrying doesn't change a thing.<br /><br />I read the contents in my food, ecpecially the fiber section. <br />I STILL READ THE CONTENTS OF MY FOOD AND MUST GET FIBER DAILY.<br />Only water soluble fiber<br />Lots of fruits and vegetables<br />This year I learned too much fiber can constipate toddlers. Sorry Ben.<br /><br />I take much more time and money on my skin. <br />I USE BABY SOAP AND BABY LOTION ON MY FACE.<br />I love clinique, my skin has never looked better<br />Still loving clinique.<br />I do love clinique, I think now is the time to switch to anti-aging.<br /><br />I tan much less and wear sunscreen and sometimes sunblock.<br />I HAVE NO TIME TO TAN.<br />I always wear sunscreen.<br />I burned on Memorial Day and was convinved I had just given myself skin cancer.<br />I am so tan right now. We went to Destin and I was on the beach (with 30-50 sunscreen on) everyday.<br /><br />Bars seem really loud. <br />ITS BEEN OVER A YEAR SINCE I HAVE GONE TO A BAR AND I DO NOT SEE GOING IN THE NEAR FUTURE OR EVEN THE DESIRE TO GO.<br />I go to Church now.<br />I enjoy going to Church and get more out if it than any bar.<br />Family, Church and school, thats all I have time for and all I want to make time for.<br /><br /><br />I get in my pajamas much earlier now. <br />I NEVER GET OUT OF MY PAJAMAS.<br />I get out of my PJ's during Ben's first nap.<br />I get out of my PJ's right when I get up, throw on my workout cloths and go for a jog.<br />I buy cute pajamams now, no more John's t-shirts and boxers.<br /><br />I haven't seen 2 AM, in probably a year...or 1 AM at that. <br />2PM, 2AM ALL THE SAME.<br />I go to bed at 11 PM, and rarely wake up before 8 AM.<br />11 PM? Who stays up till 11? That is just crazy talk!<br />John's new hours are really throwing me off.<br /><br />I look forward to the news, and must watch the weather. <br />I GET TO WATCH THE NEWS SOMETIMES.<br />I watch the news, only when John is in town.<br />I watch the 5:00, 6:00, and 10:00 news, and occasionally the 9:00 news on FOX.<br />My husband is now the director of channel 6 news. I watch and beam with pride.<br /><br />I have gotten much curvier, and not in a bad way. <br />EVEN CURVIER, BUT HAVE PASSED THE "NOT IN A BAD WAY".<br />John thinks my body is perfect, and that is all that matters.<br />I'm back to curvy in a good way and John still thinks my body is perfect.<br />John can't keep his hands off me, I guess I'm like a fine wine, better with age.<br /><br />My family has become my friends. <br />I LOVE MY FAMILY.<br />I still love my family.<br />Love my family and am making new friends.<br />My family is like friends and my friends like family.<br /><br />I am pretty now and not cute. <br />JOHN IS LUCKY TO SEE ME PRETTY ONCE A WEEK.<br />I am a beautiful Mother.<br />I am a beautiful wife and mother.<br />Apparently I was quite conceited at 29! I strive to look good for John.<br /><br />I think about my future more, and how to better myself for the future.<br />I STILL THINK ABOUT THE FUTURE AND HOW TO BETTER MY FAMILY.<br />I now plan for the future.<br />I will be a nurse in the near future.<br />I graduate in December.<br /><br />Life is good. Bring on 26. <br />MY LIFE IS BLESSED. HOW OLD AM I AGAIN?<br />What a great year, perhaps another baby at 28...maybe 29.<br />Maybe another baby by 30?<br />Hopefully another baby by 31.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727352376371000307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32977616.post-24290110103700095852011-04-22T19:36:00.000-07:002011-04-22T19:51:26.434-07:00The diagnosisNothing physically has changed since my last blog. My vision is the same. Since my last post, I have been to the rheumatologist and had more blood work drawn. My first diagnosis is Raynauds. My great grandmother was also diagnosed with this. This is a circulatory disease that affects the circulation to the fingers, toes and nose. No fatal complications just be aware of cold temperatures and protect my fingers and toes; you are at higher risk of getting frost bite. The second diagnosis is connective tissue disease. This is the biggy and this is what is affecting my eye. My CRP (inflammation rate in your body) was significantly high at 4.5. My rheumatologist wants me to go on an immunosupressant drug, but I am quite leary of going on any immunosupressant medication. There are tons of horrible side effects including cancer. I am going to try a more holistic/naturopathic approach while I am healthy, young and not having any debilitating effects from this disease. <br />There has been some cases where a patient has had a flare up goes into remission and never has another symptom ever again. This is my prayer.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />9Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727352376371000307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32977616.post-80592358290753518592011-03-15T11:05:00.000-07:002011-03-15T11:08:22.375-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQABuEjuLOLL66q5HOUBP3c7typVhb99RZU73IxicUCo-wIwvNa6vjMWQIjkhbT0DgPO1LRmF_t6axMcSpLMCn3ZiA-RQEgEgc9Nq1GDjElxBgQby_sNtK9wU3TKBqQQSU6ktP/s1600/poop.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQABuEjuLOLL66q5HOUBP3c7typVhb99RZU73IxicUCo-wIwvNa6vjMWQIjkhbT0DgPO1LRmF_t6axMcSpLMCn3ZiA-RQEgEgc9Nq1GDjElxBgQby_sNtK9wU3TKBqQQSU6ktP/s320/poop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584369635771538578" /></a>. <br />Ben had asked if he could go to the bathroom outside. I said yes. I totally misunderstood what <em>bathroom</em> meant.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727352376371000307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32977616.post-48815466472927803752011-03-15T10:46:00.000-07:002011-03-15T11:05:09.130-07:00Days 23-26Not a lot has changed. I was able to get contacts which does improve my vision in my eye. The rheumatologist's office called and set me up an appointment for April 4. Nice to know they are not in a hurry. I have driven myself crazy going back in forth feeling the need to educate myself on every autoimmune disease, just in case that's the one, then not wanting to read anything and bury my head in the sand and pretend nothing is wrong. Both have their drawbacks and both have their benefits. <br />John and I had two lunch dates this past week. It was really nice. John also had his review at work and his boss had incredible things to say about him. Of course I think the world of him, but to hear someone else thinks he is great too, is awesome. Ben has had his moments being the three year old he is, but he has been extremely affectionate and loving towards me.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727352376371000307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32977616.post-8640315941001799302011-03-10T09:59:00.000-08:002011-03-10T10:24:56.064-08:00Day 22I called the doctor today on my way to clinicals. His nurse gave me my lab results, a positive ANA. I have an autoimmune disease. I'm being referred to a rheumatologist. I was unaware rhematologist specialize in autoimmune diseases other than rheumatoid arthritist. It took a while for the news of the positive test result to sink in, which I was thankful for. I really didn't want to be a blubbering mess at clinicals. When I called my mom to tell her, she thought this had to do with AIDS. So for my non medical friends, I do not have AIDS. Autoimmune means your body is mistaking itself as an invader and attacking itself. Its overactive, AIDS in underactive. There are hundreds of autoimmune disease some mild some very serious. I would assume I do not have a genetic autoimmune disease like ALS, since there is no evidence of this in my family. I have already tested negative for RA. <br />My biggest fear is that I will not be able to have any more children or continue school.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727352376371000307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32977616.post-87082682035607623492011-03-09T13:12:00.000-08:002011-03-09T13:15:41.622-08:00Day 21Today started my OB/GYN rotation and I am thrilled! I loved lecture today and am excited about starting clinicals tomorrow. I received a message today from my primary care doctor's nurse informing me my lab results are back. Now I have to wait all night to find out what the results are.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727352376371000307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32977616.post-22900758943882390172011-03-07T11:05:00.000-08:002011-03-07T11:19:15.795-08:00Day 20I'm having a really hard day. I'm frustrated and exhausted. Everything takes more time, everything is harder. Its little things. I can't see my left armpit to shave. I can't see my right eye to put make-up on it, in order to drive I have to turn my head constantly, etc. I think if I knew these things were for a limited time or I had a time line on when things would be back to normal, I could do it without any complaints. Its the not knowing and the looming fear of not knowing exactly whats going on. Is it something serious? I think what is making it especially hard for me today is seeing how it is affecting my school work. I'm spending more time on my work and my grades are lower. It just stinks and my attitude stinks.<br />On an upside I have the sweetest most compassionate little boy. He really is special. John's not too bad either : ) He offered to shave my under arm for me and put make-up on my eye. Maybe I'll take him up on the offer for some comedy relief.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727352376371000307noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32977616.post-47467761189777462702011-03-06T12:05:00.000-08:002011-03-06T12:08:43.559-08:00Day 18 & 19My eye has been the same the last two days. I am hopeful that the swelling will continue to decrease. I should get my blood work results back tomorrow or the next day and I am anxiously waiting.<br />Good news, I start my OB clinicals and classes this week. I'm pretty excited!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727352376371000307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32977616.post-55036143477296000422011-03-05T06:30:00.000-08:002011-03-05T06:35:57.712-08:00Day 17Today I had two doctors appointments one with my primary care doctor and an appoitment with my eye doctor. At the first appointment the doctor said overall I look good, but he wanted to have some blood work drawn. I should get the results back Monday or Tuesday. I got good news at the retina specialist, the inflamation on my optic nerve has decreased and he believes with the right lenses he will be able to get my vision to 20/25. The spot hasn't gone away in my eye and I am hoping once all the inflamation is gone it will also be gone. Only time will tell. My next appointment isn't until 3 weeks. Its always a good sign when your doctor appointments are further apart.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727352376371000307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32977616.post-53940620016937102382011-03-03T18:54:00.000-08:002011-03-03T19:06:04.244-08:00Day 16<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjij5rRAAJawuE7g7G7uOZw4dJcn9gxYVOIyMpnoVLecoc9SJhOYUdWdLSE4vmlBZsjsVSw1MXwKb5_Otwh3bmCFUlEfhVFJwAnsqwfXlv-3ag9hYfIKje7Qz2zNTk3wcdlnMNA/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjij5rRAAJawuE7g7G7uOZw4dJcn9gxYVOIyMpnoVLecoc9SJhOYUdWdLSE4vmlBZsjsVSw1MXwKb5_Otwh3bmCFUlEfhVFJwAnsqwfXlv-3ag9hYfIKje7Qz2zNTk3wcdlnMNA/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580052848677829202" /></a><br />With everything going on, one of the biggest blessings is I have had to slow down. Slowing down equals more time to spend with Ben.<br />Today I had a test to take then I went to see the Indian doctor in Sapulpa (I'm not for exactly what her title is, I've teetered between Medicine man and Indian doctor). She uses eyeology to see what your body is missing and what areas should be focused on. In doing this she recommends what you should or should not be consume, whether it be food or vitamins. I am a fan of alternative medicine, not by itself but in compliment with modern medicine. She looks into your eyes and identifies your issues. There is an actual science behind and some day I plan on doing some research on it. Her main concerns with me were, my lymphatic system, my thyoid and parathyroid, and my circulatory system. She was right on, on a few things she spoke of, it was really interesting. She asked me to come back and see her in 6-8 weeks. Might I add, she does this for no charge, so its not a gimic. Tomorrow I have my appointment with my primary care doctor and retina specialist.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727352376371000307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32977616.post-86305679870639984882011-03-03T10:22:00.000-08:002011-03-03T10:28:24.248-08:00Day 15Yesterday I had to take Ben to the doctor, poor guy had an ear infection. Its interesting how quickly I forgot about my medical issues when something was wrong with my baby. At 6:30 I jumped in the car to go pick up Ben's medicine. When I left the pharmacy I realized it was dark outside. In the dark I can barely see anything out of my left eye. Luckily all the streets were very well lit. I made it home safely. Although turning into the driveway was a bit tricky.<br /><br />Side note, no change in my vision.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727352376371000307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32977616.post-9904537155260230872011-03-03T10:16:00.000-08:002011-03-03T10:22:54.384-08:00Day 14Its been two weeks. Someone asked me if I get sick of people asking me about my eye. When people stop asking, is when I will be concerned. I've decided to go and see the Indian doctor in Sapulpa. I believe in alternative medicine, but as complimentary to modern medicince. I curious as to what she will say. I've been worrying less about my eye and its become more of a frustration. Everything takes more time. <br />Its hard to complain about any of this after spending the day with hospice patients.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727352376371000307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32977616.post-18431626084508847002011-03-01T10:38:00.000-08:002011-03-01T10:43:23.993-08:00Day 13My eye is the same. I have noticed I am able to compensate better. If I am reading if I move my book just to the right of my center vision, I am able to see it better. I made an appointment with a primary care physician to have some blood work drawn and just to hear a physcians ideas whose specialty isn't the eye. I am hoping this will give me some peace of mind and some confirmation that this is localized to my eye.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727352376371000307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32977616.post-29713604206919026912011-02-28T13:55:00.000-08:002011-03-01T10:38:12.430-08:00Day 12Today was Church and it is so comforting to know so many people are praying for me. I talked to my sister Jenny today and I told her I was worried I may have Multiple Sclerosis. She laughed. A BIG HARDY LAUGH. It made me laugh. It may not be how most people respond, but I needed it.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727352376371000307noreply@blogger.com0