...and now it's done. After a teary-eyed, anxious wait, we were led into the conference room as a group, given our speeches and finally our packages. Now I have to figure out how to decipher Legalese and get that waiver mailed in... the sooner they get it the sooner the stupid 7-day recission period passes (Why would I rescind? I have stuff to do with my money! Giveittome!) and I can get my severance check. The check (or the bulk of it anyway) will then be returned to the auto finance company in exchange for the title to my car. Free and clear, baby- WOOT!
Thanks to this layoff, no more car payment. I get to pay off some debt. I get to get a new job. I get to start a new adventure with my Beloved. BRING IT!!
After about 30 minutes they finally released us and we traded our badges for our info packets. Good times. We then caravanned on over to IHOP and made then earn their paycheck. They gave awesome service to us, especially considering we were a huge party of oh about at least 50, lots of separate checks. Extra tip for putting up with our rowdiness. :) Yummy breakfast, more good times. We then (more tears) split and went our own separate ways, many or us keeping in touch on Facebook.
For now, I look forward to my upcoming 5-day weekend before starting a new adventure.
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Saturday, June 20, 2009
Pickles and Ice Cream
...what else for a preggo mama on a too-hot, summer day? I ate them separately, of course, but they went down so. GOOD! A little too good, if you ask me. ;)
After puking for two weeks- starting with every couple of days or so then moving to daily, a possible breakthrough has been reached in the m/s department. Discovered accidentally Friday morning, the practice was deliberately used for Friday night and the results were indeed reproduced. Hmmm... It's definitely counterintuitive, but not eating (or drinking!) anything at night seems to calm the tummy down for the morning so I can get a halfway-decent breakfast down. My guess is that the digestion, already slowed down enough by hormones, slows down even more (naturally) while I sleep. Anymore explanation of this theory would not only be too technical, it would be TMI. Trust me. So far onlyone one-half of a phenergan has been needed.
Cravings, so far:
Pickles
Ice Cream (trite, I know but they're soooooo good!)
Tomatoes
Salsa (Pace or restaraunt)
Guacamole (briefly)
Ramen Noodles (thank goodness they make a low-sodium version of this stuff! mmmmmmm...)
Pasta
Macaroni and Cheese
Potatoes (Baked, mashed or fried)
Dinner tonight? Lord only knows. And it's getting late! argh.
I still can't get over that we actually heard the heartbeat Thursday. That. Totally. Rocked. Oh, and did I mention that little Snowflake nearly quadrupled her/his size? WOOT!
After puking for two weeks- starting with every couple of days or so then moving to daily, a possible breakthrough has been reached in the m/s department. Discovered accidentally Friday morning, the practice was deliberately used for Friday night and the results were indeed reproduced. Hmmm... It's definitely counterintuitive, but not eating (or drinking!) anything at night seems to calm the tummy down for the morning so I can get a halfway-decent breakfast down. My guess is that the digestion, already slowed down enough by hormones, slows down even more (naturally) while I sleep. Anymore explanation of this theory would not only be too technical, it would be TMI. Trust me. So far only
Cravings, so far:
Pickles
Ice Cream (trite, I know but they're soooooo good!)
Tomatoes
Salsa (Pace or restaraunt)
Guacamole (briefly)
Ramen Noodles (thank goodness they make a low-sodium version of this stuff! mmmmmmm...)
Pasta
Macaroni and Cheese
Potatoes (Baked, mashed or fried)
Dinner tonight? Lord only knows. And it's getting late! argh.
I still can't get over that we actually heard the heartbeat Thursday. That. Totally. Rocked. Oh, and did I mention that little Snowflake nearly quadrupled her/his size? WOOT!
Friday, June 19, 2009
I'm Back! :)
I know it's been a long while since I posted- almost a month. Yikes! But... I do have a little list of excuses.. C'mon! You know you wanna hear 'em!
So, without much further ado, I give you:
Top 10 Excuses For Not Blogging Enough Lately
10. Fatigue
9. Laziness
8. The dog ate my computer
7. The cat scratched up my back-up hard drive after #8
6. The neighbor's dog shattered my window and I had to move quickly to keep heat from entering our house
5. Sore Boobs
4. Vomiting
3. Doctor's appointment
2. Stress
And the #1 Excuse for not blogging enough lately is...
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During the wee, wee (get it?) hours of the morning of May 21, AF was still MIA. Unusual. A little backstory here: My chart showed a possible O-related thermal shift a little later than the date that was actually flagged as O, so I allowed for that to possibly be O and waited it out a few extra days. Still no AF. So there I sat, test saturated with my two-hour-old "FMU," watching the dye move across. A skinny line immediately appeared in the "test" area, before the dye even made it over to the "control" area. "Nah," I thought to myself, "that's just the test developing.. it'll be gone here in a minute."
I set the test down on the counter and finished up. I looked at the test again (so much for waiting a minute) and there they both were- both lines sitting brightly in all their glory. Holy Sh*t! Shocked, I cradled my forehead in my hand, took a breath and stood up. I looked over at the test again. Even brighter. Wow. Still stunned, I washed my hands, grabbed the test and headed back to bed. Except, I couldn't get to sleep. Imagine that.
Keith was slightly awake and stirred when I got back into bed and set the test on the nightstand. "How you doing," Keith's sweet voice rang out. "Not too bad," I replied. "I'm pregnant."
"Are you serious?"
"Yup," I replied, taking the test to show him while using my phone as a flashlight.
"Oh wow. I can see that one from here!"
Needless to say the excited pair did not sleep for the next two hours. A doctor's appointment was scheduled the next day for the next week. At my first sono I would measure 5-6 w, with only a gestational sac showing. HCG was 19k. A week later a baby showed, measuring 6w1d- 5mm CRL, HB of 150!
Two weeks later (yesterday) the little bean we have nicknamed Snowflake now measures about 8w3d with a HB of about 167, CRL was 19mm. S/he nearly quadrupled his/her size in two weeks!! The doc said everything looked good on the u/s. M/S was kicking my butt and I had tried pretty much all the natural treatments so it was on to the phenergan, which I was convinced helped me hold down my lunch yesterday. Haven't needed it since then, so we'll see.
Because of our previous experiences, I had been sooo afraid to make an announcement on here about this, out of fear that Snowflake would fly off to Heaven as did the others. We're not out of the woods yet of course, but we're getting there and things are still looking good. I am now past the point of both previous losses. *crosses fingers on both hands* Needless to say we're praying it stays that way and Snowflake continues to grow and thrive until we meet him/her in January. Who knows, I just may have a Super Bowl baby!
So, without much further ado, I give you:
Top 10 Excuses For Not Blogging Enough Lately
10. Fatigue
9. Laziness
8. The dog ate my computer
7. The cat scratched up my back-up hard drive after #8
6. The neighbor's dog shattered my window and I had to move quickly to keep heat from entering our house
5. Sore Boobs
4. Vomiting
3. Doctor's appointment
2. Stress
And the #1 Excuse for not blogging enough lately is...
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TWO PINK LINES!!!
During the wee, wee (get it?) hours of the morning of May 21, AF was still MIA. Unusual. A little backstory here: My chart showed a possible O-related thermal shift a little later than the date that was actually flagged as O, so I allowed for that to possibly be O and waited it out a few extra days. Still no AF. So there I sat, test saturated with my two-hour-old "FMU," watching the dye move across. A skinny line immediately appeared in the "test" area, before the dye even made it over to the "control" area. "Nah," I thought to myself, "that's just the test developing.. it'll be gone here in a minute."
I set the test down on the counter and finished up. I looked at the test again (so much for waiting a minute) and there they both were- both lines sitting brightly in all their glory. Holy Sh*t! Shocked, I cradled my forehead in my hand, took a breath and stood up. I looked over at the test again. Even brighter. Wow. Still stunned, I washed my hands, grabbed the test and headed back to bed. Except, I couldn't get to sleep. Imagine that.
Keith was slightly awake and stirred when I got back into bed and set the test on the nightstand. "How you doing," Keith's sweet voice rang out. "Not too bad," I replied. "I'm pregnant."
"Are you serious?"
"Yup," I replied, taking the test to show him while using my phone as a flashlight.
"Oh wow. I can see that one from here!"
Needless to say the excited pair did not sleep for the next two hours. A doctor's appointment was scheduled the next day for the next week. At my first sono I would measure 5-6 w, with only a gestational sac showing. HCG was 19k. A week later a baby showed, measuring 6w1d- 5mm CRL, HB of 150!
Two weeks later (yesterday) the little bean we have nicknamed Snowflake now measures about 8w3d with a HB of about 167, CRL was 19mm. S/he nearly quadrupled his/her size in two weeks!! The doc said everything looked good on the u/s. M/S was kicking my butt and I had tried pretty much all the natural treatments so it was on to the phenergan, which I was convinced helped me hold down my lunch yesterday. Haven't needed it since then, so we'll see.
Because of our previous experiences, I had been sooo afraid to make an announcement on here about this, out of fear that Snowflake would fly off to Heaven as did the others. We're not out of the woods yet of course, but we're getting there and things are still looking good. I am now past the point of both previous losses. *crosses fingers on both hands* Needless to say we're praying it stays that way and Snowflake continues to grow and thrive until we meet him/her in January. Who knows, I just may have a Super Bowl baby!
Sunday, May 24, 2009
10 Years Later...
...here I am. Exactly 10 years ago I graduated from James W. Martin High School in Arlington, TX. I had an awesome summer working at Six Flags and basically racking in the $$. Only to have it drained that next fall by a monstrosity known as college. It was a definite culture shock.
In high school we had get-togethers known as pep rallies. We even got together after school to decorate our little section of hallway for homecoming. The band even trotted through our hallways on Fridays when there was a football game that night. Even if I wasn't going to the game (which was pretty rare) I was pumped. I was in student council, orchestra (for a while), and on the yearbook staff for my senior year. I loved every minute of it. This plus going to the games nearly every Friday night, doing my homework with the TV on (yup!), working a part-time job and much, much more... I still made straight-A's. I was very active both physically and mentally and loved every minute of being at that place.
Then, enter fall 1999. I started college. I was on student government and in a couple of other activities. However, this college didn't even have a football team, let alone any spirit. I had a few buddies, but not alot of close friends from college. In fact, if you look at my Facebook, I have tons and tons of buddies from high school, message-boarding, my current job and Six Flags, but absolutely none solely from college. I had to earn every penny so I had to work, constantly, to make my ends meet- and that was with a portion of the tuition and living at home (better than no help, though.. living at home helped A BUNCH. I'm not bashing that one bit)! At least I enjoyed my job at Six Flags and my extracurricular activities- that helped keep me sane. As for college itself, I have no desire to repeat it. I wasn't happy there, and my grades showed it.
Finally, in 2004 I graduated with a BA in Public Relations. Miraculously. With the way I cried on the night of my high school graduation, both mom and I thought I would need a canoe for my college graduation. Boy were we wrong! LOL It was more like, "halle-freakin'-lujah it's about time (in my head)!" I was never more glad to leave a place. Awful professors (a few, not all). Ugly buildings. No environment (it's been referred to as a commuter school for a reason...).
I found my job with the auto finance company and just short of a year later (right after Hurricane Katrina), I met my awesome, wonderful, gorgeous, handsome husband, Keith. A true match made in Heaven.
We went through the next few years getting to know each other, getting engaged, then married and went on our honeymoon. Then I had my knee surgery. Blech. It was over quickly, though and I was back to myself within a few months. Thank goodness! We hit a few speedbumps along the way to where we are now, but we are making it. Recently, in January, we learned of an upcoming layoff in June. All the jobs and agencies keep saying, "call us when it's two weeks out..." basically too late! ARGH!
We don't know where this crazy road (crazy life, crazy world!) is going to take us next, but we do know one thing- we will get through our tough times together. There's a reason God has put us together and given us the speed bumps he has, we just have yet to figure it out.
Hopefully, the next 10 years will be a little smoother, or at least more fun for us. While I have sadly become more cynical and type-a now than I was in high school, life is too short to bemoan every little detail and wallow in self-pity and worry about every little thing. One lesson I have learned is to trust God every step of the way, and He will guide you.
In high school we had get-togethers known as pep rallies. We even got together after school to decorate our little section of hallway for homecoming. The band even trotted through our hallways on Fridays when there was a football game that night. Even if I wasn't going to the game (which was pretty rare) I was pumped. I was in student council, orchestra (for a while), and on the yearbook staff for my senior year. I loved every minute of it. This plus going to the games nearly every Friday night, doing my homework with the TV on (yup!), working a part-time job and much, much more... I still made straight-A's. I was very active both physically and mentally and loved every minute of being at that place.
Then, enter fall 1999. I started college. I was on student government and in a couple of other activities. However, this college didn't even have a football team, let alone any spirit. I had a few buddies, but not alot of close friends from college. In fact, if you look at my Facebook, I have tons and tons of buddies from high school, message-boarding, my current job and Six Flags, but absolutely none solely from college. I had to earn every penny so I had to work, constantly, to make my ends meet- and that was with a portion of the tuition and living at home (better than no help, though.. living at home helped A BUNCH. I'm not bashing that one bit)! At least I enjoyed my job at Six Flags and my extracurricular activities- that helped keep me sane. As for college itself, I have no desire to repeat it. I wasn't happy there, and my grades showed it.
Finally, in 2004 I graduated with a BA in Public Relations. Miraculously. With the way I cried on the night of my high school graduation, both mom and I thought I would need a canoe for my college graduation. Boy were we wrong! LOL It was more like, "halle-freakin'-lujah it's about time (in my head)!" I was never more glad to leave a place. Awful professors (a few, not all). Ugly buildings. No environment (it's been referred to as a commuter school for a reason...).
I found my job with the auto finance company and just short of a year later (right after Hurricane Katrina), I met my awesome, wonderful, gorgeous, handsome husband, Keith. A true match made in Heaven.
We went through the next few years getting to know each other, getting engaged, then married and went on our honeymoon. Then I had my knee surgery. Blech. It was over quickly, though and I was back to myself within a few months. Thank goodness! We hit a few speedbumps along the way to where we are now, but we are making it. Recently, in January, we learned of an upcoming layoff in June. All the jobs and agencies keep saying, "call us when it's two weeks out..." basically too late! ARGH!
We don't know where this crazy road (crazy life, crazy world!) is going to take us next, but we do know one thing- we will get through our tough times together. There's a reason God has put us together and given us the speed bumps he has, we just have yet to figure it out.
Hopefully, the next 10 years will be a little smoother, or at least more fun for us. While I have sadly become more cynical and type-a now than I was in high school, life is too short to bemoan every little detail and wallow in self-pity and worry about every little thing. One lesson I have learned is to trust God every step of the way, and He will guide you.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Wow... What a week!
...or is it what a day? I don't know! LOL
Where do I start? This morning some dude(ette?) in a Lexus refused to let me over in front of him/her to get on the highway. Why do Lexus drivers seem to think they own the road? My apologies if this statement offends anyone, namely good Lexus drivers. ::shrugs:: So anyway I showed him/her who was boss... and hopefully a lesson that you can't push people around- I forced my way in front of them. However they had the nerve to honk so I don't think they got the point. I could tell they were being malicious by the way they were driving alongside me which is why I did it. Asshole. End rant, off to the next note...
Job interview. Yes, I had one today... woohoo! It went very well, so hopefully I will hear something toward the end of next month. YAY! However, that interview was after what was the building hunt and lunch from Hell. Yeah. Keith and I tried to go to KFC for lunch today and take them up on free food but ended up sitting around doing nothing for 40 minutes. We get faster service at a sit-down restaraunt, busy or not! UGH! Soooooo... I went to my interview without lunch. Getting to the interview did not go without a hitch. There are apparently three buildings at this location (this company has two different locations in the same city.. lol). I followed the signage on the property to get there and wouldn't you know I would pick the wrong one. Go figure. I only found out I was at the wrong building when I *ran* up there because I was running behind schedule (not exactly late, though... long story LOL). Then I had to *run* back to my car to drive around to the *correct* building.
I grabbed lunch (Big N Tasty) and headed back to work. Then went to give blood. BP was 106/70 (Dr. B- EAT YOUR HEART OUT!!) and I did my thing. Nothing to report here.
Going home from work got me a hole in my back bumper caused by a lady driving some clown car and not paying attention. Needless to say we now have her insurance info and she (or her insurance company) will be paying for a new bumper on my car. Good thing it's plastic at least. *sigh* Her car, er, clown-mobile, was jacked up. Front bumper, hood and front-passenger fender crumpled and her headlight on that side was pushed back (but not broken). Red fluid was pouring out from underneath the car (tranny fluid?!). (Hey, the car BLED! lol) Thing's probably totaled. Yikes for her... at least it's not my insurance rates going up. Although it is an option for us, I will *NOT* file no-fault. (a big HELL NO and LOL on that one) Lesson here? If someone is in front of you and you are both looking to make a right turn, watch that person in front of you, and if you are going to look over your shoulder, make sure you apply your brakes first. *SIGH*
And to end this on a positive note, Keith and I went to dinner at Ralph and Kacoo's for my b-day. Gooooooood food, but spendy. Maybe we'll eat there more often when we're millionaires. ;) After that we took a brief, relaxing drive through the country and enjoyed what scenery we could see.
Where do I start? This morning some dude(ette?) in a Lexus refused to let me over in front of him/her to get on the highway. Why do Lexus drivers seem to think they own the road? My apologies if this statement offends anyone, namely good Lexus drivers. ::shrugs:: So anyway I showed him/her who was boss... and hopefully a lesson that you can't push people around- I forced my way in front of them. However they had the nerve to honk so I don't think they got the point. I could tell they were being malicious by the way they were driving alongside me which is why I did it. Asshole. End rant, off to the next note...
Job interview. Yes, I had one today... woohoo! It went very well, so hopefully I will hear something toward the end of next month. YAY! However, that interview was after what was the building hunt and lunch from Hell. Yeah. Keith and I tried to go to KFC for lunch today and take them up on free food but ended up sitting around doing nothing for 40 minutes. We get faster service at a sit-down restaraunt, busy or not! UGH! Soooooo... I went to my interview without lunch. Getting to the interview did not go without a hitch. There are apparently three buildings at this location (this company has two different locations in the same city.. lol). I followed the signage on the property to get there and wouldn't you know I would pick the wrong one. Go figure. I only found out I was at the wrong building when I *ran* up there because I was running behind schedule (not exactly late, though... long story LOL). Then I had to *run* back to my car to drive around to the *correct* building.
I grabbed lunch (Big N Tasty) and headed back to work. Then went to give blood. BP was 106/70 (Dr. B- EAT YOUR HEART OUT!!) and I did my thing. Nothing to report here.
Going home from work got me a hole in my back bumper caused by a lady driving some clown car and not paying attention. Needless to say we now have her insurance info and she (or her insurance company) will be paying for a new bumper on my car. Good thing it's plastic at least. *sigh* Her car, er, clown-mobile, was jacked up. Front bumper, hood and front-passenger fender crumpled and her headlight on that side was pushed back (but not broken). Red fluid was pouring out from underneath the car (tranny fluid?!). (Hey, the car BLED! lol) Thing's probably totaled. Yikes for her... at least it's not my insurance rates going up. Although it is an option for us, I will *NOT* file no-fault. (a big HELL NO and LOL on that one) Lesson here? If someone is in front of you and you are both looking to make a right turn, watch that person in front of you, and if you are going to look over your shoulder, make sure you apply your brakes first. *SIGH*
And to end this on a positive note, Keith and I went to dinner at Ralph and Kacoo's for my b-day. Gooooooood food, but spendy. Maybe we'll eat there more often when we're millionaires. ;) After that we took a brief, relaxing drive through the country and enjoyed what scenery we could see.
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