Tuesday, September 29, 2009
She went over my health record and also asked me about a million questions. She was curious about my ankylosing spondolitis because apparently (I didn't know this) once you have an autoimmune disease, your body is susceptible to creating more within you. Great news, right? She checked my neck (where my thyroid is) and found a small goiter. I'm a little freaked out about that because it just seems so nasty to me (I thought only old people got goiters...?? Seriously, I am grossed out by myself), but she did an ultrasound on it and found that it is very small and with medication it will shrink also. She thinks I may have hyperthyroidism (which is another autoimmune disorder), for which I will also have to take medication.
She sent me to the lab for them to take tons of blood to test for every other possible thing I may have and just so she can know for certain everything we're dealing with. They also gave me a 24hour urine kit to do at home and also a saliva kit to do at home as well. I will have to go back to the lab about every other month for about a year to make sure my prolactin levels are going down as well.
Whew! You got all that? So, pretty much for now, we really know nothing yet. She told me they would call me with all of the results and to have a follow-up appointment to see where we go from there. I am overwhelmed. I am sick and tired of taking medication, but I know I need to get used to it, because I'll have to take it the rest of my life. I am so grateful to everyone who has helped me with my kids, brought me dinner, called to see how I'm doing, and just been my friend or a listening ear. I have such a wonderful support system for which I would go into despair without- my mom has been the best. I'm so grateful for my wonderful husband, who the other night told me that we would do whatever it took to find out everything we can so I can feel better. He's amazing. The doctor was even surprised that he came with me today. He always does, and I don't even have to ask him to. I love him.
So, until next time when I find out more. Prayers are greatly appreciated. They work. Thanks everyone!
Saturday, September 26, 2009
me: "Jo, what's wrong?"
him: " There's a moth! It flew in the house! And it's in here!!"
me: "Are you scared of moths Jo?"
him: (looks at me like I'm stupid) "Ummmm, yaaaaaaaa. Moths eat your clothes."
me: "Okay, that's true sometimes, but that moth isn't going to dive down and start eating your clothes dude."
him: " Ya, it could! And if it starts eating my clothes, then it might just eat through them and keep eating through my skin and eat me up!"
me: (laughing) "Uhhh, no it won't. They eat clothes sometimes, but not people, okay?"
him: "Are you sure? (I nod) Okay...."
He then runs upstairs and comes back down with his blanket. He's totally wrapped up in it, and he curls himself into a ball on the floor. He stayed like that until I found the moth and put it back outside.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
A few days ago the 3 oldest kids were at school, and I had the three little ones at home. They went into the backyard to play and jump on the tramp. Whenever Sadie is outside, she will randomly bark, like I said, at nothing. Well, I was in the kitchen, doing dishes (haha, ya right, I think I was laying around, or on the computer.... something like that ;) when, all of the sudden, I heard her barking furiously. I could tell right away that something was up, so I ran out the back door. Standing right by the fence in my front yard is this older man, with a hat and glasses on.... just watching the kids. As soon as he saw me, he immediately turned and started to walk away. Sadie continued to bark at him and I asked him what he was doing. He called over his shoulder "Oh, nothing, but your dog doesn't like me much." I tried to get a good look at him, and I ran over to Sadie and picked her up and hugged her and kissed her. I have never been so grateful for that little dog. I never tell her to "be quiet" when she barks now.
My little watch dog.... that's what she is.
*I told Andy about the guy, and he told me to call the cops. I didn't get around to it right then and later that day we found out that he is a friend of our neighbors. If he comes sniffing around my house again though, you better believe I'll call the cops with a full report!
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
My sister Rachel started a blog when her little boy was born nearly 3 years ago. I thought it was cute and I looked at it once in awhile. She encouraged me to start my own and I told her that maybe someday I would. Then the blogging world began to grow, and I had a few friends start their own blogs. I enjoyed looking at them and it made me want to start my own. I was intimidated because I am completely computer illiterate (or aything technological for that matter). I expressed my desire to start a blog to my sister and she (being the amazing sis that she is) called me up one day to inform me that she had started a blog for me. The very first 4 posts on my blog were actually done by her- and she continued to teach me how to do it and everything I know about blogging.
I absolutely love to blog. I love it because it serves as a journaling or family history for me. I love to write and it is an outlet of sorts also. I also love that it helps me reconnect with lost friends and allows me to see what old friends are up to as well. I love that I can say whatever I want on it. I love to share my testimony of the gospel. I love to publicly share my love for my husband, children, and family and friends. I love to blog.
Thanks Rach for starting my blog. And thanks Tara C- you were a big inspiration to me also. Thanks to all who continue to read my natterings about my life... okay, I'm done. :)
I was a bit nervous, you see, I've talked about my many challenges before, one of which is being a "normal" homemaker and that includes anything in that venue. I was talking to my mom later that day and I told her about the canning thing. She knew I had been wanting to make some freezer jam (but I can't do it by myself, I'd probably blow-up my kitchen!) so she offered to come over and help me do that while we were canning and we'd get it all done in one day.
So the next day we (we as in- my mom and Cris) did it. We canned peaches and made strawberry freezer jam. And the only things that went wrong were my fault including, but not limited to:
- unknowingly putting the wrong amount of strawberries into the blender, and then actually using that for a batch.
-putting the pectin into the bowl of sugar instead of into the bowl of blended strawberries.
-dumping a whole package of pectin into a bowl of strawberries instead of "stirring it in slowly"
-In all the confusion going on in my kitchen, I started mixing the sugar into a bowl of berries that wasn't ready, instead of the other bowl of berries that WAS ready (okay, my mom actually did this, but I'm sure it was my fault somehow...)
-I put a batch of peaches in the boiling water to blanch and then forgot about them. When I remembered to take them out, they were pretty much mush. Of course, I still used them.
Needless to say, it was a pretty hilarious morning. I'm so glad my mom and Cristan are patient enough with me and allow my "homemaker challenged" self become more experienced.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Becca and I met in jr. high at Skyline Highschool cheer tryouts. She had just moved to SLC from Arizona and we did not become instant friends. We both made the cheer squad and for the first few months we did NOT get along. We both thought the other annoying and bratty. Isn't it funny how that always turns into the best friendships? We got stuck together on second lunch while all of our other friends had first lunch. We were forced into friendship and have been inseperable ever since.
Becca and I have been through so much together. 4 years of cheer tryouts, competitions, camps, etc. boyfriends, vacations, graduations, dances, parties, groundings, getting in trouble, crazy friends, breakups, blind dates, and finally marriage, kids, and families. She has truly ALWAYS been there for me, and I would hope she'd say the same of me. I can rely upon her for anything, I can call her for anything, and I can tell her anything. When I need a break, I can call her and have her watch my kids, and she does the same of me. She's been a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on. She is a one of a kind friend.
Since we've gotten married and had kids, our friendship has only grown. We do everything together. When our kids were smaller, we had weekly activites (different for summer and winter) and we saw each other nearly every day. We are the kind of friends that go grocery shopping and clothes shopping together. Since our kids have gotten older and are now in school, we don't get to do as many fun things, but we still see each other almost every day at the gym at 5 in the morning.
Becca's husband Brian is going to be a dentist, so next year she'll be moving away. It will be so hard not living so close. I know I will cry my eyes out when my friend leaves. It will be a long four years. Hopefully they'll come back to Utah, but who knows? All I know is, I have a forever friend. I love you Becca!!
P.S. Funny story- I have hundreds of pictures of me and Becca from highschool and after but as I went through to pick out a few to post on here, I realized that none of them were appropriate. We were either in very immodest clothes, or swimsuits, or doing something in the picture that was innappropriate. I hardly have any of us together after we were married and of course, I couldn't find any of those. Wow, we've come a long way Becca.... good for us ;)
Monday, September 14, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
me, Corrine, and Sam (Joanie had to leave early)
As I was gathering kids up and getting ready to leave, we found all the girls doing this:
It was a good day.
Baron is getting to the age where he just needs one nap a day. I've been transitioning him from 2 to 1 for a couple weeks now. If he doesn't get that one nap, he can't function past 5 o'clock. The other day, we missed his nap, and around 5:15, this was him:
Falling asleep during dinner. He was sleeping while he was eating, and then he kept falling and then jerking up and crying. It was so funny until Andy took pity on him and just put him to bed. He slept for almost 15 hours straight, not waking up until 7:45 the next morning! (I had it on video, but for some reason Blogger isn't allowing me to upload. If I can, I will later)
Yesterday I had to up my dosage on my medication again. For a couple days every time I have to do that I feel absolutely horrible. It makes me so sick and I get hideous headaches. It hit me all of the sudden yesterday afternoon and I turned a movie on for the kids and then stumbled to my bed. I woke up to Daphne bringing me in some "hot soup and tea" in purple dishes- my favorite color. She also covered me up with her beloved "pink blankie". She rubbed my feet for me and sang me songs. She is the sweetest little thing and I love her so much
Lastly, we have Jonah. He drew this picture at school and brought it home. I was mortified. I hope his teacher didn't see it! Andy and I had a hard time not laughing as we explained to him that he CANNOT draw pictures of people without clothing on. He said he wouldn't do it anymore. I hope this is normal for a little boy to do?? Curiosity? Something....?? I don't know. I sure do love that kid though. Seriously.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
-My laundry is completely done- as in, linens, towels, AND clothes. It feels awesome!
-My house is clean
-My mom is coming over today
-5 out of 6 kids will be in school all together today for 2 1/2 hours (just what will I do with my time? :)
- My family
-Talking to my sister on the phone
-I'm going to make a delicious chocolate cake today (I've been craving one for a few days now!)
-Tomorrow is Friday and I get to go on a date with my hubby
-I don't feel sick or have a headache (that will change.... I haven't taken my meds yet :)
-I have a new shirt to wear today!
What makes you happy?
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Monday, September 7, 2009
My mom called me that afternoon and I had a mini breakdown (well, I'd like to think it was only mini) I went on and on to her about all the things I had going on, all the things that were stressing me out, all the things I was worried about (hey, what are moms for, right?) and she just sat and listened, said all the right things, and of course, sympathized. She's amazing. I love my mom.
Why do we ( as moms and wives) think we have to be superwomen all the time? I told my mom that I didn't feel like I could complain to anyone- ever, and she asked me why. I don't know why. But here it is. I am stressed out. I have a lot going on. I am worried about a lot of things right now. And I seriously feel like crap (I would use a stronger word, but this is a family blog ;) about 90% of the time because of my medication. If you ask, and I tell you I'm fine, I'm probably lying to you. I guess I just don't want to try and make myself seem more important, or draw attention to myself. I guess I think that this life is hard, and SO many people have hard things in their lives that I shouldn't be complaining about such small, insignifigant things. So I try not to. Except to my amazing, wonderful, helpful mom. Did I mention that I love her? Well, I do. I really really do.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
No such luck."Ewwww" he says. (which it's really not. Who doesn't like nachos for dinner?!)
Great job pup.