Awesome Article on "How to Talk to Little Girls"

I actually first saw this posted on FB, but I wanted to put it on here so I make sure to re-read it in the future. This article is from The Huffington Post and was written by Lisa Bloom. I completely agree with what she's talking about it, and now that I know I'm having a girl, I want to make that conscious mental switch to be careful what words I say to little girls (not just my daughter)- and to think about what message I'm sending them. I know this kind of wordage is something I have certainly been guilty of in the past- it's so hard not to! Anywho, here's the article...

I went to a dinner party at a friend's home last weekend, and met her five-year-old daughter for the first time.

Little Maya was all curly brown hair, doe-like dark eyes, and adorable in her shiny pink nightgown. I wanted to squeal, "Maya, you're so cute! Look at you! Turn around and model that pretty ruffled gown, you gorgeous thing!"

But I didn't. I squelched myself. As I always bite my tongue when I meet little girls, restraining myself from my first impulse, which is to tell them how darn cute/ pretty/ beautiful/ well-dressed/ well-manicured/ well-coiffed they are.

What's wrong with that? It's our culture's standard talking-to-little-girls icebreaker, isn't it? And why not give them a sincere compliment to boost their self-esteem? Because they are so darling I just want to burst when I meet them, honestly.

Hold that thought for just a moment.

This week ABC News reported that nearly half of all three- to six-year-old girls worry about being fat. In my book, Think: Straight Talk for Women to Stay Smart in a Dumbed-Down World, I reveal that 15 to 18 percent of girls under 12 now wear mascara, eyeliner and lipstick regularly; eating disorders are up and self-esteem is down; and 25 percent of young American women would rather win America's Next Top Model than the Nobel Peace Prize. Even bright, successful college women say they'd rather be hot than smart. A Miami mom just died from cosmetic surgery, leaving behind two teenagers. This keeps happening, and it breaks my heart.

Teaching girls that their appearance is the first thing you notice tells them that looks are more important than anything. It sets them up for dieting at age 5 and foundation at age 11 and boob jobs at 17 and Botox at 23. As our cultural imperative for girls to be hot 24/7 has become the new normal, American women have become increasingly unhappy. What's missing? A life of meaning, a life of ideas and reading books and being valued for our thoughts and accomplishments.

That's why I force myself to talk to little girls as follows.

"Maya," I said, crouching down at her level, looking into her eyes, "very nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too," she said, in that trained, polite, talking-to-adults good girl voice.
"Hey, what are you reading?" I asked, a twinkle in my eyes. I love books. I'm nuts for them. I let that show.
Her eyes got bigger, and the practiced, polite facial expression gave way to genuine excitement over this topic. She paused, though, a little shy of me, a stranger.
"I LOVE books," I said. "Do you?"
Most kids do.
"YES," she said. "And I can read them all by myself now!"
"Wow, amazing!" I said. And it is, for a five-year-old. You go on with your bad self, Maya.
"What's your favorite book?" I asked.
"I'll go get it! Can I read it to you?"

Purplicious was Maya's pick and a new one to me, as Maya snuggled next to me on the sofa and proudly read aloud every word, about our heroine who loves pink but is tormented by a group of girls at school who only wear black. Alas, it was about girls and what they wore, and how their wardrobe choices defined their identities. But after Maya closed the final page, I steered the conversation to the deeper issues in the book: mean girls and peer pressure and not going along with the group. I told her my favorite color in the world is green, because I love nature, and she was down with that.

Not once did we discuss clothes or hair or bodies or who was pretty. It's surprising how hard it is to stay away from those topics with little girls, but I'm stubborn.

I told her that I'd just written a book, and that I hoped she'd write one too one day. She was fairly psyched about that idea. We were both sad when Maya had to go to bed, but I told her next time to choose another book and we'd read it and talk about it. Oops. That got her too amped up to sleep, and she came down from her bedroom a few times, all jazzed up.

So, one tiny bit of opposition to a culture that sends all the wrong messages to our girls. One tiny nudge towards valuing female brains. One brief moment of intentional role modeling. Will my few minutes with Maya change our multibillion dollar beauty industry, reality shows that demean women, our celebrity-manic culture? No. But I did change Maya's perspective for at least that evening.
Try this the next time you meet a little girl. She may be surprised and unsure at first, because few ask her about her mind, but be patient and stick with it. Ask her what she's reading. What does she like and dislike, and why? There are no wrong answers. You're just generating an intelligent conversation that respects her brain. For older girls, ask her about current events issues: pollution, wars, school budgets slashed. What bothers her out there in the world? How would she fix it if she had a magic wand? You may get some intriguing answers. Tell her about your ideas and accomplishments and your favorite books. Model for her what a thinking woman says and does.

It’s a Girl!!!!!!!

I can’t believe today finally came and that the outcome was so positive. I have been anticipating/dreading/looking forward to this day since the plus sign showed up on the pregnancy test 4 months ago. Today was the day when finally found out if our little one was growing healthy. With our first pregnancy with Angel, it was at this pivotal moment in his pregnancy that we learned he would not survive, so you can imagine how hard it was NOT to have fear of what today’s outcome might be. But it couldn’t have gone better. Baby was moving like crazy, showing off for us all. The ultrasound tech’s words: “You’re gonna be chasing this child all over the place,” LOL. Out little Sweet Pea is weighing in at almost a pound already and is measuring just right for this 20-week mark. And baby decided to cooperate and let us know that she is a she! Dave and I were so convinced she was a boy, we were both pretty shocked- but extremely excited about our growing daughter. I, of course, immediately started crying. It’s no secret how badly I wanted a daughter, but I didn’t want to get my hopes up because a healthy baby was so much more important than gender. But now I know that I am carrying my daughter in my belly…Daughter- how crazy is that?!! I have to say, this has made everything so much more real- she’s healthy, she’s growing, she’s moving- she’s, um going to be here in just a few months! Oh lordy, I need to get ready, lol. First things first, time to shout it to the world! That’s right, sometime in the next day or two, we will actually be Facebook official! LOL. If it were up to Dave, we’d have announced on FB awhile ago, but I just needed today to go well first. And it so did- in the words of our doctor, “Baby is perfect.” Love it. Love her. Love my husband for making me a momma, and I cannot wait to see him holding our baby girl. Lots of love to everyone and thank you so much for your continued thoughts, prayers, and well-wishes! *Hugs*

Feeling Happy :)

Feeling increasingly GOOD, physically and mentally! Physically, the nausea really only shows up at the very end of the day now, and I just go straight to bed so it nips it in the bud. Plus, I now have a raging appetite which is a nice change from hating all food, lol. Mentally, I have had 2 great things happen that are making me feel positive about this pregnancy. #1 My 18-wk appt yesterday went really well- the nurse found the baby’s heartbeat immediately and it is still strong at 152 bpm. Then the doctor showed me how to feel the top of my uterus just below my belly button- very cool. Even cooler- my sister, who was in town for a long weekend and attended the appt with me, was also able to hear baby’s heartbeat and feel where the baby is in my tummy. Good times! Next appt will be the big ultrasound, so stay tuned in a couple of weeks for an update! And #2 great thing that has happened…I can feel baby moving J . It’s every once in awhile, not even daily, but seriously the coolest thing I’ve ever felt. I can’t help but smile every time it happens- so amazing, such a miracle going on in my body! It’ll be really incredible when baby is big enough that Dave can feel him moving as well.

So a major hurdle (for me) is over with- creating our baby registries. Whew! Thank God I had Elizabeth and Tiffeny there to help me- these girls got me through it when I wanted to go all crazy pregnant woman in the store. Let’s just say that I don’t enjoy shopping in general, and when I have to spend 3 hours in a store making decisions like which pacifier out of 20 options do I think my baby will like best, I basically wanted to pull my hair out. But we survived, and the registries are up at both Target and Babies R Us. Whew!!!!!

I would like to wish everyone a very blessed and happy Thankgiving. I am feeling especially blessed this year, and I hope everyone has an enjoyable holiday with people they love J .

17 Weeks and Counting!

Each Saturday morning, I wake up excited to mark a new week in my pregnancy. This Saturday, we officially made it to 17 weeks. At this point, our little one is about the size of an onion (last week was an avocado…gotta love the fruit/veggie comparisons!). He (I’m about 95% sure it’s a boy, lol) can hear sounds now, which is just amazing. I am not yet feeling him move, but I don’t really expect to for a few more weeks still. It’s amazing how much growth and development has already happened in just the past 4 months- our little one already has fingernails, hair throughout his body, and is starting to accumulate fat around his body. He’s kicking his legs and stretching his arms and looks, well, like a baby! Just really, really tiny J .

Part of my journey through this pregnancy is maintaining a lot of faith and hope that our little one is healthy and that at the end of this pregnancy, we will become parents for the first time. At times, I do find myself becoming anxious as the fear and worry begins to creep in. To help me have some peace of mind, I ordered a home Doppler to listen to baby’s heartbeat. It arrived last week, and although it’s not easy to find since he‘s still so little, I have been able to hear his heartbeat at home on a couple of occasions. It’s definitely reassuring for me, though I am trying not to listen too much. It is tempting to listen daily, but I will probably only listen once every week or two, whenever I feel overly stressed. I can’t let it become an obsession, which would be easy to do! The next month or so should be really exciting as everything becomes more "real." Over the next month and a half, we will be creating a baby registry, finding out if we are having a boy or girl (um, basically confirming that it's a boy, lol), start feeling the baby move, and getting to see much of our family with the holiday season. The next 6 weeks should be a pretty incredible time!

Egyptian Flu!!!

We’re pregnant!!! I heard someone joke that they had the Egyptian Flu as a fun way to announce their pregnancy (Google it J ), so I couldn’t resist borrowing the term. We are 15 ½ weeks along, and finally shared the news with family and friends last weekend. It was important to us to make sure we were far enough along and that everything was healthy before sharing, which thankfully everyone seems to understand. Trust me, it's been so hard not to tell people! Allow me to catch y'all up...here’s a summary of my pregnancy so far… 

We found out we were pregnant very early, at just 3 ½ weeks along, on August 10^th. You might notice that I actually posted a few days before then, feeling sad that I thought AF had come. It turns out that what I thought was AF was actually implantation bleeding (sorry if TMI!). When a couple more days went by and the spotting stopped, I knew I was pregnant. That, and the fact that my ladies were getting sore (again, sorry if TMI, lol), made it so clear to me, I didn’t even need the test- I knew I was pregnant. To be honest, I knew the week before, which is why I was so upset when the first test I took was negative. Turns out I had just tested too early the first time. Anywho, I took the second PG test first thing in the morning that Wednesday and sure enough, it was positive. I took it more to convince Dave, lol. He was still home, so I just smiled and handed him the test. We were both happy, but cautious from the beginning. We decided to just take it day by day, and would be grateful for this baby however long we had with him/her. We had some scary moments over the next few weeks, as I had some spotting issues up until almost 10 weeks. On more than one occasion I thought we were losing the baby. Definitely scary, and it has wound up limiting my activity level significantly. It’s hard because there is no reason the doctors could see for the spotting, so they said it's probably just because the cervix is very sensitive. Thankfully, I have a very understanding doctor, and he’s already let me have 4 ultrasounds. The last one was done at 10 weeks, 5 days and everything at that point looked healthy. I specifically asked about some of the issues Angel had had (which would have showed up on that last ultrasound), and those issues are not present with this baby. And our little one has had a strong heartbeat from the get-go, which is definitely a good sign. I got to hear the heartbeat from the Doppler for the first time a week ago, and that was definitely cool. I’m not feeling any movement yet, which is not a surprise as many women don’t feel the baby until closer to 18-20 weeks, if not later. I never felt Angel kick, so I am definitely looking forward to that milestone.

As far as how I’ve felt this pregnancy physically, it has been rough- no sugar-coating it! My “morning sickness” (aka “all day sickness”) started once I was 6 weeks along and is still with me. I am finally getting some relief during the earlier part of the day, but like clock-work, come 4pm through the rest of the night, I’m crazy nauseous. I tried some medication for a few weeks, but it caused more issues without eliminating the nausea, so I stopped that. I guess the one positive from not wanting to eat (food is kind of the enemy right now- strong aversions) is that I haven’t gained weight yet. For women who start their pregnancy fluffy like me, that isn’t a concern. Of course, I am making sure to take my vitamin daily and get as much nutritionally-sound food in my system as I can, so no worries- baby is definitely getting the needed nourishment J . It’s weird though, I still don’t FEEL pregnant. Yes, I have the symptoms- fatigue, nausea, ladies that won’t stop growing, superpower-strength sense of smell, ligament pain from time to time- but I haven’t made that mental connection yet that I’m going to have a baby. I think that when we find out the baby’s gender (around Christmas), that will help a lot because I’ll be able to think in terms of my son or daughter. But I bet it won’t be until I feel baby really moving that it’ll all be real. Or maybe when I start showing, which I’m definitely not yet. That’s not to say I’m not wearing maternity clothes already- they’re so comfy! Lol.

While I am obviously so excited to be expecting again, the fear of loss is always there. I know that once we make it to the 20-week anatomy ultrasound that I will have more peace of mind. Until then, I’m just doing my best to stay positive, hopeful, and to limit my stress level. Now that our news is out, I’ll try and update my blog more frequently. Thank you everyone for your thoughts and prayers during this exciting, terrifying, and wonderful time!

A Month of Anniversaries

At the beginning of this month on October 2^nd, my parents celebrated 35 years of marriage. Last Friday, October 14^th, Dave and I celebrated 7 years of marriage and 11 years of love together. Yesterday, we recognized 1 year since we lost our little Punkin, our second pregnancy. And on the 25^th of this month, we will remember 5 years since we found out we were expecting Angel. So many anniversaries this month, some wonderful and some very painful. I was thinking this morning about the post I made last year on my wedding anniversary, a post devoted to my amazing partner in life, Dave. At the time of that post, we were still pregnant with Punkin, and I found myself reflecting on the bumps in the road up until that point in our life together- and how we overcame them and became stronger because of them. It’s interesting to see how the last year wound up playing out, as clearly God felt there was even more adversity we needed to face. In the last year alone, we lost Punkin, found out I needed surgery to remove a “cyst,” found out I needed a second surgery and removal of an ovary because the “cyst” was actually a tumor, had a scare with one of our fur babies, went through job loss, and have dealt with incredibly difficult work schedules that have Dave working 7 days a week, over 75 hours a week, and conflicting schedules that often allow us to see each other only twice, maybe 3 times a week for a couple of hours at a time. That’s a pretty heavy year. But through it all, we have increasingly become stronger in our support of one another and in our love for each other, and that is so amazing to me. I think of the people in my life whose relationships have not been as tested as ours, and I admit that at times I am jealous of how seemingly easy they have had it. Not to say that it isn't a challenge to make a marriage work without adversity, but it’s easy for me to fantasize about a life where there wouldn't have been pregnancy loss, where better financial decisions would have been made, and where there would be no significant health issues to face. But when I allow myself to really think about it, the truth is that every single difficult thing we have had to face and that we have been able to overcome has created this strength that makes me feel like we can conquer the world if we have to. And I find myself feeling grateful and blessed that God has tested us so greatly, making us so strong. There is a song by Christian artist Laura Story called “Blessings,” and it captures this message so well. Here is the chorus from that song:

Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops
What if Your healing comes through tears
What if a thousand sleepless nights
Are what it takes to know You’re near
What if trials of this life are
Your mercies in disguise

Come what may, difficult as it may be, I think we’re ready. Thanks for listening and God Bless. J

As the Journey Continues

I have been feeling very reflective over the last few weeks, about everything in the past 5 years that has brought us to this point. I’m finding myself hopeful that our journey will have a happy ending with a third pregnancy. It actually surprises me to feel this way because, truth be told, I can be somewhat pessimistic at times (I know, shocking! lol). Having gone through what Dave and I have gone through in trying to have a family, it’s very hard NOT to be pessimistic about all of it- the TTC, the losses, the sheer amount of time it takes. So it feels really good to finally be feeling positive and hopeful about where God will lead us next, and how the third pregnancy may play out. Whether it takes another few months or another few years to finally have a healthy little one, I strongly feel that it is meant to happen for us. So, moving forward, I’m just focusing on remaining as stress-free as possible and staying optimistic that God will bring us our healthy little one soon enough. And hopefully in time for my baby sister’s wedding a year from now J .

Moving Forward with a New Perspective

This Fall, it will be 5 years since we first started our journey to become parents. While we took a significant break of time between our pregnancy with Angel and our pregnancy with Punkin, everything that happened in the middle- especially moving 600 miles away from all we’d ever known- was part of our overall journey towards creating a life for our future family. We are now entering the 4^th month of TTC our third pregnancy. It’s so easy to get incredibly discouraged and depressed when I think of the past 5 years and all the pain we’ve gone through trying to achieve a dream that often seems unattainable. But after spending all of yesterday in such mental darkness after getting a negative result on a PG test (and yes, AF has officially arrived), I woke up this morning with a new perspective.

It is so important for my future children that I not lose sight of the bigger picture: that this is a journey (hence the title of the blog, lol). And like any journey, there will be obstacles and unexpected deviations along the way. Eventually, at some point in the future, Dave and I will have a family. We have no idea how long it will take to get there; we have no idea what additional obstacles we will face. It could take us a year of trying before we get PG for a third time. We could get PG again and lose another pregnancy. Or several. We may find ourselves seeking the assistance of fertility experts. I may have a recurrence in my other ovary that necessitates its removal as well.

But all of these things, as hard as they would be to face, would not prevent us from becoming parents. This is what I realized this morning. See, if our life plays out in such a way that we cannot have our own biological children, then we were not meant to. I firmly believe everything happens for a reason, and if it is not God’s will for us to have our own children, it’s because he has another child for us to love. Now, I would be lying if I said I don’t still hope with all my heart that we will have our own healthy child one day; after all it has been my greatest dream since I was 4 years old and my mom brought my baby sister (MY baby, lol) home from the hospital. But I have to recognize that it will not be the end of the world if that is not God’s plan. He knows what He’s doing, and I have to remember to have faith in Him. Of course, it would make things SO much easier if He’d give me a LITTLE hint about what’s to come so I don‘t have to sit around wondering, lol. Seriously though, I do think it’s the unknown that is so difficult- the wondering if it will ever happen for us. But for my future children’s sake, for Dave’s sake, and for MY sake, I have to move forward with faith, hope, and courage for whatever the future might bring.

So no longer will I give in to the stress cycle of: how many days pass ovulation I am…how many days until AF should be here…maybe I should test today…when would I be due if I was PG right now…hey, that felt like a PG symptom…it’s just too much. So I’m turning it all over to God from this point on, and I have decided to just sit back and enjoy and, more importantly, APPRECIATE the journey.

Put Your Scapels Down, It's Time to Get PG!

It’s game-on in the TTC front! All surgeries have been completed, no more getting put to sleep, no more excuses, it's officially time to, um, oh lordy it's time to make a miracle! Jimminie Crickets, I feel like I'm flying without a net. Our first two trips down this road landed us in the completely wrong direction- twice. So, um, here we go- we're throwing caution to the wind, holding on tight, because who KNOWS what's gonna happen next! Anyone else as excitedy nervous as I am? Tee hee...I'm thinking triplets...LOL

Honestly, it does feels good to not be staring at the calendar, counting down the days until we could start trying again. Unfortunately, with the arrival of AF today after our first month back TTC, I’m definitely feeling a bit disappointed. I was really hoping that after all we’ve been through, this 3^rd pregnancy would happen quickly. But I know that stressing about it is quite counter-productive, so I shant dwell on it. Is that a word? Shant? As in “shouldn’t/can’t”? If not, it totally should be.

I actually did a really good job this month about not stressing about whether or not we could be PG again yet. Of course, with that whole wisdom teeth surgery that I’d been putting off for 13 years thrown in the mix, there was definitely some stressing out going on. That coupled with the post-family visit depression that always comes from vacationing up North (it’s always SO wonderful to be back “home” until it’s time to come back HOME- not that I‘d miss it for the world!) made this last month a bit heavy on the stress side. So this next month’s plan of attack is NOT to attack…to relax, get in some workouts, and focus on my new hobby of couponing (pronounced: coop in eeng…cause ya gotta love coopins!J).

Oh, and here’s my theory…the first time we tried to get PG, we got PG the first month. The second time, we got PG the second month. So…this third time trying (see where I’m going with this?J), I'm thinking the third month should do it. Here’s the kicker though: we actually tried a couple of months ago “for the fun of it” (apparently we were feeling like risk-takers that month since the timing would have been BAD if we’d actually conceived). So...does that mean we’re on Round 3 for this third pregnancy? Or is it consecutive months of TTC that count, meaning we‘re on Round 2? Hmm…here’s hoping for the former…J

Love y'all! Think baby thoughts J

The Miracle of Punkin

As I sit here for the first time since October to update my journey, I am finding it poignant that had my pregnancy with Punkin been a healthy one, I would be delivering around now. To say God had other plans for little Punkin is a great understatement, but more about that later. I’ll try and make the long story of the last 9 months as short as possible.

My doctor had me come in for an ultrasound following my miscarriage in October, to make sure there were no complications. During the ultrasound, the tech commented on a cyst on my ovary, wondering how long I’d had it. I explained I didn’t even know I had one, as I’d never had a cyst before. In talking with my doctor, he said it was probably nothing to worry about- that cysts are very common and grow and shrink with our cycles. My main concern at that point was just wanting to know when I could get pregnant again, which he said should be fine to do after one healthy cycle. As a follow-up, I asked what the next step with the cyst was. He said we might as well check it again in a month to see if it would shrink, which he suspected it would (indicating it was nothing to worry about). So I came back a month later, but there was no change in the cyst. After further evaluation, it was diagnosed as a dermoid cyst, which would unfortunately have to be surgically removed because it can cause issues. That was very difficult to hear because we were about to start trying again, and now would have to postpone TTC for about 3 more months. I scheduled the surgery for the first week of January, and spent the holidays depressed over being no closer to having a baby and being terrified of having my first surgery ever.

The surgery to remove the cyst was done laparoscopically, which is a minimally invasive method that only left 2 little scars on my tummy. It wasn’t as bad as I was expecting, and I had no issues with the anesthesia (which was my biggest fear). The best part was finding out afterwards that they didn’t need to remove the ovary itself, which was a big fear going into it. So…the surgery was on a Wednesday. That Friday, I got a call from my doctor’s nurse telling me he wanted to see me first thing Monday morning. This was weird because I had a follow-up appt already scheduled with him for the following week. I tried not to worry too much, as I tend to assume the worst in situations. Come Monday morning, we braved an historical Southern snowstorm to make it to the doctor’s office (my wonderful husband came with me). When the doctor walked in the exam room, I was expecting him to just do the follow-up exam, but instead he wanted to discuss some lab results with me. It turned out that the mass on my ovary was not a cyst; it was a tumor. I was shocked. He talked briefly about how my prognosis seemed good, how we caught it so early, how lucky I was because ovarian cancer is often caught too late for treatment to be effective (because symptoms don‘t show up until it‘s spread), how surgery would probably be all that was needed to heal me (probably no chemo or radiation), and how he had a great oncologist who would take good care of me. My first thought? “So THAT’s why I lost the pregnancy.” (I’ll explain more later). After that, all I could think was cancer, cancer, cancer. Walking back out into the waiting area to my nervous husband, I couldn’t talk yet because I knew I’d lose it. So I just held his hand and we made it to the parking lot before I broke down and told him. He was so wonderful and supportive, and we both instantly realized that little Punkin was our messenger from God to let me know that this potentially life-threatening thing was inside me.

So, fast-forwarding through some boring details, I saw my oncologist, had my first CT scan, got some blood work, scheduled another surgery for mid-February, and did more research on the tumor. I had a “borderline tumor,” which is considered malignant. However, after the results came back from the second surgery (which was a more involved procedure leading to a more difficult recovery and an additional 5 scars on my poor tummy)- during which they removed my left ovary and sample tissue from various areas to check for spreading- it was determined that it did not spread beyond the tumor itself. Even better news was that my right ovary was very healthy, and did not need to be removed (this was a possibility going in to the surgery). The best news was when I was talking to my oncologist during my post-op, and I flat out asked her if what I had had was actually cancer, and said no. She said that had the tumor been left alone, it had the “potential to become cancerous.” It was not benign, but not cancer- hence the term Borderline Tumor. The bad part is that there is a slight chance of recurrence in the other ovary, so at some point I will need to have a full hysterectomy (taking out everything is the only way to eliminate the risk of recurrence). My oncologist actually flat-out said that if I didn’t plan on ever getting pregnant, they would have done the hysterectomy now. She would like me to get my pregnancies out of the way as fast as possible so we can do the surgery in the next few years, and in the meantime I’ll get regular ultrasounds to make sure there are no new tumors.

So, per doctor’s orders, it’s time again to jump on the TTC roller coaster! Except for that other surgery I need to have…the one I have been putting off for about 13 years now…having my wisdom teeth out, lol. Yep- 3rd surgery this year. I bet my health insurance LOVES me, lol. SO, that will be in a couple of weeks. After that, we’ll be free to get PG again. Which explains why I have been stressing out like no other. Aside from another cancer-like diagnosis, I don’t know if anything is more terrifying that the prospect of getting PG again. Losing Angel is something I will never fully get over, and although Punkin saved my life, the loss of the pregnancy was completely devastating. Yet here we are, once again poised to jump into the abyss of the unknown. Will we finally get a healthy pregnancy? I want so badly to enter this third leap of faith with optimism, but it is SO hard. But I do believe that everything happens for a reason. Having witnessed God’s miracles through Punkin, it’s hard to believe anything else. That’s probably the most incredible thing that has come out of all I’ve been through over the last 9 months- what a true miracle it is that the tumor was caught so early. For the timing to be just perfect enough that it was visible, but early enough that it hadn’t spread. Think about it- if I had not gotten PG with Punkin, there would have been no need to have an ultrasound. No ultrasound means the tumor goes undiscovered, allowing it to grow and become cancerous, spreading and not only threatening my fertility but my life. Had the pregnancy been a viable one, they would have gone on assuming it was a cyst as originally thought, and thus left alone and allowed to grow and potentially spread- OR if it was correctly diagnosed, I would have potentially had to face the decision of having to terminate the pregnancy to save my own life by having surgery. So the only way it could have played out to ensure my health and my fertility was as it did. The tremendous blessing God sent me by way of my brief pregnancy with Punkin literally saved my life. And knowing that He is looking out for me, I am ready to take this leap of faith and try again. Who knows what will happen next, or how long it will take to happen- but come what may, I’m ready. I think J .