Our truck was in an accident yesterday. Curtis was the only one in it at the time; he's fine, and the accident wasn't his fault at all.
This is going to make it hard to go camping this weekend.
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Thursday, September 10
Random Pictures
Even though I'm totally over it now, the last post was kind of depressing to look at, so I decided it was past time to get a new post to push that one down a little. Here's some pictures that have been taken recently.
We have a plum tree in the back yard that is dropping some of it's fruit extra early (it seems to be letting only one plum ripen at a time, then it drops it and goes on to the next one). Hadley loves to play in them.
Here's a cute hairdo that I did in Adelyn's hair. Even using spray gel to do it, it only lasted maybe 1/2 an hour. (it's a french twist going into a messy side bun) I need to find "sturdier" cute hairdos.
I colored my hair... again. I really started to miss the blonde, especially since the brown was fading (and going brassier) more and more every time we went camping.
Hadley KNOWS how to eat with silverware (well, actually, toddler plasticware) but he prefers this method:
Curtis decided to try his hand at chainsaw carving. He was curious to know if he could do something like those bears and moose you see up in Bear Lake and other places. So he started with something simpler, our house address. I'm sure I couldn't have done that. Good job, Curtis!
And since I didn't post a picture of Koda, I'll tell a little about him lately. We took him to some training classes recently. We thought that because we had trained him ourselves quite a bit, we could start him out in the intermediate class. But we were wrong, he can't handle being around other dogs and not being able to play with them. He's perfect in our backyard, but acts completely untrained around other people/dogs. So we had to start him in the beginners class (even though he already knew all the commands they taught) so that he could start to listen to us amid distractions. He's done with it now and while he is better than he was, he still sucks at it. So starting next saturday, he'll be retaking the beginners class. What a dorky dog. I can't wait 'till he grows up a little more and becomes less hyper.
And that's our current lives in a nutshell.
Friday, September 4
First Ultrasound... (that's my warning to any queasy men)
Well, I'm still glad I told the whole world so soon.
I went in for sort-of an emergency ultrasound yesterday. Earlier this week my nausea started to go away (at first I was excited, but then concerned - I was to the point where it should be getting as bad as it would ever get, not better). By Wednesday, I was spotting so I called the doctor and got in Thursday. (my actual first ultrasound would have been today - Friday, so not much earlier)
I got the ultrasound and the baby was not the size it was supposed to be and it didn't have a heartbeat anymore. It was determined that it had died a week or so ago and my body was just starting to figure things out. It hit me a lot harder than I thought it would to see that little bean inside of me, without a heartbeat (having seen two others at this same time - 9-10 weeks - and knowing what they should look like). The doctor looked for a lot longer than she needed to, hoping to see something good.
The "comforting" statistics: 2 out of every 5 pregnancies end in a miscarriage and there's nothing I could have done to prevent it and nothing I could have done to cause it (besides smoking over a pack of cigarettes a day).
I was given three choices: go home and wait it out, go home with some medicine to speed things up, or get a D & C (surgery). I'm not fond of the idea of any surgery and she said it could take my body 3-4 WEEKS to finish it on it's own (that's a long, heavy period) and I'd be left with some of my pregnancy symptoms for most of that time too, so I got the medicine (and some strong pain killers).
Within six (painful - I had to dialate to about a 4) hours of starting the medicine, it was all but over. I'll probably still spot a little for a few more days, but I'm grateful for it to be over so quickly. (a gross side note: the placenta [and everything with it] came out whole -- it was about the size of my whole palm)
It's very sad to not have the end in sight anymore (we plan on being done after three kids) and it's depressing to think the last 5 weeks I spent sick was all a waste. But I spent the evening (while it was all going on) at my mom's house (she had two miscarriages before she ever had any kids) and I feel a whole lot better now.
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