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**As of November 9, 2009, please find me at my new home below.**

I mentioned in the past about wanting to move to Word.Press. No hard feelings to Blog.ger, but since I am not sure who IRL is reading this, I don't want to openly hurt anyone's feelings. That being said, I will have some posts and pages that are password protected - this could be because of the content of the posts, and it could also be because I am posting pics of my little man. (Recently a couple of fellow bloggers found their pictures on various websites and even commercially reproduced in another country!) So Miles is going to be protected if I can help it. I want to still participate in ICLW so when that time comes around, those posts will not require a password. (This was one of the main reasons I didn't go totally private).

So for the super secret decoder pen....ahem... code, please email me at kimbosue2 AT hotmail DOT com.

This blog will remain open. The link is still tied to lots of IF blogs, groups, and websites. I hope someone can read through my journey and find hope and strength and know that there is a light at the end of the IF tunnel. Prayer is the key! I love all my IF girlies I met along the way, and I hope to keep your friendships going forward during this next chapter of Mommyhood.

Just for a quick reference... There are pages at the top of the new site: Just Me, My Family (pw protected), Weekly Pics (pw protected), Bucket List, Password?

**This info has been added as text to the top of the blog as a reminder when I move next week.**

Why

1. Why does it feel like all of my internal organs are revolting on me? I am already having to remove 1 of the beasts....
2. Why does my left ovary hurt? And hurt more when I stand?
3. Why am I getting flashbacks of round ligament pain?
4. Why am I even thinking about round ligament pain?
5. Why did the ER nurse say "That doesn't matter" when I told her I hadn't had a cycle since July 2008... because I am BFing? Don't all medical books say as much? Isn't that a "benefit" of breastfeeding?
6. Why can I not give away Miles' clothes that are too small for him?
7. Why can I not give away the gear that he has outgrown?
8. Why do I stare longingly at pregnant bellies?
9. Why do I weigh more now than I did before I got pregnant?**
10. Why am I eating so many calories? For the milk production...**
11. Why can't I lose weight while BF'ing? Probably isn't recommended...**

**updated to add

Halloweenie...

Another exciting weekend in the household...

Friday was my day off and we did some household chores and ran some errands. That evening we drove to Sweeny, TX to see my boss's son's HS football team play (even though the son isn't playing due to a torn ACL). It was the closest remaining district game to where we live (in relation to where SHE lives in the sticks...) so we went. Kinda chilly willy, but Milesy was all camo'd up and ready for some footbaaaaalll...

About the time we were getting ready to leave, I started getting that not-so-fun-feeling-again. By the time we got home, I was in serious pain. It took all I had to nurse Miles before bedtime. I had taken a couple Tyle.nol and they weren't kicking it. I told Dean I was going to bed because sometimes I can get comfortable enough to fall asleep and the pain goes away throughout the night. This time....not so much. About 12:45 I got up (Dean was trying to finish a movie and still up in the living room) and I told him it was WAY bad this time. I was crying and just UGH. He took my temp and I didn't have any fever, but he felt it and said it felt kinda hard and swollen. "Gotta go," he says. So I changed out of my Christ.mas light flannel pj pants (I am in the spirit ALREADY!) and packed up Miles. Luckily, he stayed asleep in the car seat all snuggled up with a blankey. Off to the ER we go...

There is an ER 2 minutes from us and I was the only patient so that cut down the time in half. 3 hours later* I had a urine test, blood work, and an ultrasound (Didn't expect one of those so soon) of my right kidney, pancreas, liver and gall bladder. Doc says there is 1 giant stone in there. When it moves in front of the bile duct, that's when the pain happens. 2 times in 2 weeks...me thinks 2009 is the year of the removal now. She suggested to have it removed so now I'm hunting for surgeon. A friend from HS (on FB) recommended one that she works with, but he's out of network for BCBS insurance. Anyone else in the Houston area have a general surgeron or laproscopic guy/gal they recommend?

*3 hours Miles slept quiet as a mouse in his car seat, oblivious to what was going on with Mommy.....UNTIL.........the discharge nurse. She comes in all loud and with the loudest voice I have ever heard screams "HOW OLD IS THE LITTLE ONE?" (yes, all caps for emphasis) "6 months. and he's been sleeping the entire time." "OH. THAT'S GREAT THAT HE HAS BEEN ASLEEP LIKE THAT IN HIS CAR......." "WWWAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH" "..........SEAT." Really? 4:15 in the morning and he's awake thanks to that biatch. Oh well, I nursed him when I got home and he went right back down. She had given me a script for Vico.din, but after 5 hours (2 at home, 3 there) the pain was subsiding so I just went right to bed myself.

Slept late on Halloween due to above drama. Made the rounds (more about that crap later) to see the fam and visit Mom's church's fall festival (pics tomorrow - bad Mommy for not downloading them!) of Miles' 1st apple bobbing....or grabbing as it may be. Trick or Treated with his buddy Drew and passed out candy to some neighborhood kiddos...

Here's his first punkin'...

And his first costume....Miles the racecar driver... More pics tomorrow including Maddie the Ballerina!!! :)

Bullet Wednesday

Another bullet kind of day...

• Sitter called in yesterday. Her oldest had been throwing up all night and wasn't sure why. Said it was our call if we sent Miles over or not. Well with all this flu hoopla going on, no thank you. So Dean watched him the first half of the day and I came home in the afternoon to work from home and watch him.
• Dean couldn't really get him to take his morning nap and I couldn't get him to take his afternoon nap. He would fall asleep on me and I would hold him for 20-30 minutes before trying to lay him down. The minute I put him down, he would be up on his elbows and head up looking at me and smiling from ear to ear. We were watching the news before Daddy went to band - around dinner time - and suddenly he wants to nap! But he does look like an angel, doesn't he?
  

• UGH - speaking of sitter, we still don't know if she's going to be staying with us or not. I hate to look for someone just to have to tell them "just kidding." Why won't my mom just quit her job already?! Or Mean Aunt Betty? :0)
• My favorite (and only) cashmere sweater is not handling the milk jugs very well. I am still wearing it anyway, but when I put it on this morning, I don't remember it being so, ahem...short. Then I noticed the jugs were looking lower than usual - BAH - NURSING BRAS! I already had my hair and makeup done and didn't want to pull a turtleneck over all that, so I had to ask sleepy Dean to help me with the straps - pull them up at least a little bit more anyway...
• Another reason for the bra assistance, was because of this awful, terrible, no good, very bad CRICK in my back. I couldn't have reached over my shoulder to do it if I wanted to! I slept hard last night, so I guess I was in a bad position all.night.long.
• We carved our silly face pumpkin last night - pics on the camera at home of course! Miles wasn't too interested since he couldn't put his hand in the mush. I was afraid he would swallow a seed. HA - then my pumpkin would grow a pumpkin in his belly. Or maybe not...
• Slow day at the office when you've only got emails from baby.center, gym.boree, Mean Aunt Betty, with only 1 work related, all day and you've been here 4 hours already....
• Gossip queens at the office are bitches. Know the facts before you open your mouths. Just because you are the one to report something "anonymously" to the ethics.line, doesn't mean you can flap your trap once action has been taken.

IS IT THURSDAY YET?!!!!!!!! (It's my "Friday" this week....)

Happy, Happy BDay to ME!

What a crazy fun weekend! Friday night my friends Shannon, Shayla and her boyfriend lover man friend Todd, came over. Deano whipped up some margaritas (I had red wine of course) and grilled 2 chickens, squash and zuchinni. The food was fab and of course turned into a drunk fest. Luckilly Mr. Miles was in bed before everybody got crazy. It was like old times - we even played "I Never..."

Saturday I didn't feel like much of anything, even though it was my birthday. I played with Miles a lot and took a nap with him. Didn't even get out of my pj's and take a shower till 5:00! Then we loaded up and met Shannon, T&D, Shayla and her ahem...friend, sister and BIL @ Backyard.Cafe for dinner*. The food was awesome, the wine was flowing, the cake* and presents were amazing! Then we drove over to T&D's new digs - a 3 story townhouse/condo thingy near the.Heights. It fits them perfectly, but no thank you. 12 foot ceilings makes those stairs EXTRA long...

Sunday I spent most of the day making a baby shower cake. It's my 2nd paid order. It's for my neighbor - she's co-hosting a baby shower at her work for 2 chicks having babies. One of them doesn't know what she's having so it had to be gender neutral. Round 2 on the sheep cake... I had intended on putting the 2nd sheep on the side like last time, but this time I actually centered the top cake correctly (HA) so there wasn't enough room for his butt...



Boo Boo played with my cake pans while I was baking...too cute!


Also speaking of cakes...we did the "Cake.for.the.Cure" again at work. They provide a 1/4 sheet cake and icing and we bring the "embellishments." Our theme was "PEAS find a cure." I made the peans and pod at home out of fondant...Then we only had 20 minutes to decorate it. "Challenges" this year were the cake was extra sticky and the icing extra thick. Oh and they didn't give us a spatula (I had brought a small one) or piping bags for writing (I had brought one). They said the "challenges" were in comparison to the challenges those fighting breast cancer face...



Sunday evening we went to Mom and Dad's for birthday dinner - again. Dad grilled steaks and we had salad and baked taters. Mom made me a cake with a pic of me, Miles, and Maddie on it.*

Miles had squash, applesauce, and pineapples for the 1st time this weekend. Yes, I know we didn't follow the rules for 1 new food every 3 days. But Dean didn't know I had given him applesauce Friday and then he gave him pineapples Saturday. Sunday I told him to bring something he's had before because of the 2 new things so close together. So he brought bananas - good he's had these for weeks now - but then he brought squash for the veggie! UGH - we were at Grammy's so we didn't have a choice. However, they thawed out WAY watery. Like too much to even be able to get on a spoon. Totally not what they looked like in the blender. He was still hungry after the chicken and bananas so we thickened them up with some Daddy's plain potato. New food #4 for the weekend! (However he did have the squished insides of a few french fries a long time ago - before we even officially started solids...)

Monday brought total UGH-NESS...
#1. It's raining yet again in H-town. (Isn't it funny how we complained all summer of how dry it was and now we are complaining its too wet) But I am driving myself to work now that the DRAMA.VAN is out of my life so my 350Z gets a little nervous when it rains this much. Houston is not known for its good drainage system. And Zoe is only about 8 inches off the ground....
#2. Not until I got out of the car did I realize that BOTH of my heel tips have rubbed or broken off. Now its like I am walking on nails - seriously can see the silver nail of the heel...as I walked through the parking garage I could tell they sounded different. When I got to my desk I looked at them and the entire tip is gone and I am now slowly breaking off bits of the plastic part that surrounds the heel nail thingy. Can't take them to the shoe repair place because they are just made by "George" and I am embarrassed to get them fixed considering their cost. (Holler if you know where I got them!) So now new shoes are on the agenda.
#3. Left my Pampers.coupons at home and DESPERATELY (like have 4 left TOTAL in the diaper bag or the house) need to pick some up on the way home. Now I have to go home first. BAH...
#4. During pumping session #1 this morning, one side wasn't sucking correctly. Or at all I should say. I couldn't wiggle all the parts enough to get it to start working so I switched it to just pump 1 side, then the other. Turned into a 30 minute session. UGH. Just when I had convinced myself to BF another 3 months and my pump gives up the ghost? NOOOOOOOOO! Luckily I had the manual in the bag so I took a peek at the troubleshooting section. Come to find out that the rubber thingy that goes inside the flange/inside the bottle was torn. This rubber thingy is crucial to the suction. Good thing I have some spare parts at the office. Hope this next session is better...

*totally forgot to take pictures of all of these things...

sorry it's so long - hope you're still reading.....have a great week!

Destiny

32 years ago today, I was born to be Miles' mommy....

Damn You!

Damn you gall.stones!

UGH - I had a gall.bladder attack this morning around 2:30AM. When I got up in my sleepiness, I took 2 T.ums instead of 2 Ty.lenol. This didn't help my pain any (obviously) so I was squirmy wormy/in the fetal position until 4:30...coincidentally Miles' nursing time before work. I would have skipped it to squirm some more, but then I remembered I didn't take Ty.lenol after all, just heartburn medication, DUMB.ASS.... UGH - get up, take better med, feed Miles, both of us cuddle and fall asleep in the "nursing.papasan.chair" (that I just can't let go of). I don't know how I fell asleep like that because my shit was still killing me. I put him back to bed, emailed my work peeps, and resumed the fetal position.

By the time I woke up at 7:30, the pain had subsided. I got up, pumped, showered and made it to work by 9:15. It is actually fall-like weather here in the Lone.Star.State - 53 degrees and GORGEOUS blue skies - not a cloud in the sky (at least that I can see from my 2nd-story-cubicle-window-blocked-by-the-world's-largest-crepe-myrtle-and-5-story-parking-garage.) I so don't want to be sitting here... I could be playing with BooBoo or organizing a cabinet or something (don't ask)...

Anyway, back to the gall.stone saga. I have known I have had them since 2006 when my old PCP ordered an u/s. Flash to 2007, new PCP, (didn't like old one in the least bit) and she said I should have it taken care of before getting PG. Really lady...I am going to be 30 this (that) year. I don't have time for surgery, recovery time, etc, etc. I wanted a baby before I was in menopause! So I opted to put that aside and work on TTC, knowing that if I had an attack while PG, there would be nothing they could do about it.

So now I have had my 2nd attack since Miles was born. BLECH. You don't need your gall.bladder, or at least can live without it. So mine is being removed in 2010!