Horrible Dream

I had a horrible dream last night. I don't remember all of it, but there are certain images that are still in my head.

RE Appointment: The Updated Plan

We heard back from our fertility doctor. A plan has been decided.

RE Appointment: What do we do now?

My head exploded this morning. I grew an egg and ovulated all on my own.

32 Months

Dear Gus,

Today you are 32 months old. You are slowly approaching the big 3. We've already transitioned you from a crib to a big boy toddler bed, and Daddy and I are talking about giving you a new room with a big, big boy bed. You attended a birthday party last weekend, and beautifully rocked a kilt. You were so excited when I finished sewing it, that I have a video of you wearing it over your polar bear pajamas and doing big spins. Grandpa Steve came down for a weekend and it was so great to see the two of you bonding. So much so, that we've used "breakfast with Grandpa" as a piece of leverage to keep you on track with potty training.

Potty training is going okay, especially since we came up with a new strategy: sticker charts. Since we started a few weeks ago you've already earned a trip to the bouncy place. Now, you are working towards "camping stuff". If you don't change your mind before you fill up your chart, your heart right now is set on your "very own flashlight". I can just picture you turning it on and off, on and off, on and off, over and over and over.

Daddy and I need to reign in your TV watching. You frequently come home after school and ask to watch it, or ask to watch it before breakfast. Last night I was successful in redirecting you by asking if you wanted to read a book. You promptly picked up your Clifford dictionary. We almost got through letter G before Daddy started tickling you and we did that instead.

I love how Daddy wanted dancing to be part of your bedtime routine. You have the best dance moves, and I love it when you tell us to dance, including what dance moves we should do. You've also started singing a lot more. Daddy told me that yesterday on the drive home from school the two of you sang the entire time.

At the same time that I love that you are turning into a little boy, I hate that the time is going by so quickly. You are, ever so slowly, learning how to ride you strider bike. You love to play outside. You have begun loving to do things as a family. The other week Daddy asked if you wanted to go for a family walk. You leapt off the couch and yelled, "Family Walk!" as you ran to get your shoes. You don't do very well taking family walks, as you want to run the entire time. You think you are a really big boy because we sometimes let you pee standing up. You also think you are a really big boy because you try your hardest to not use the wall or the rail when going up the stairs.

Every day it seems that you have mastered something new and wonderful that turns you more and more into a little boy instead of the baby that I brought home. Regardless of how old you get, you will always be by sweetie Gus.


I love you,
Mama

What does a cure mean to you?

I emailed the man Jon met at the pool. It was a very brief email, because I wasn’t sure what type of information, connection, support he was looking for. He emailed me back a very long email that I’ve only read once. I will need to read it at least one more time before I actually respond.

Diabetics at the pool

Jon met someone at the pool last night. Jon recognized an insulin pod on this person's arm and they talked for a little bit. Apparently, he is in his early 30's and was diagnosed with Type 1.5 about 4 months ago. This man seemed interested to know that I was involved in Minimed's clinical trial and gave Jon his contact information to pass along to me.

What's in my head and heart

I, apparently, have a lot on my mind. I'm sure several of these could be their own posts, but a bullet-list is all I have right now.

Heavy Heart

My heart is heavy today. I think a large part of it is the weather (gray and rainy all week) and the lack of sleep (Gus has been falling asleep late, waking in the night and getting up early all week), but another part is that I'm sewing a kilt for Gus.

Failing at March of Dimes

I feel terrible that we've not raised more money for March of Dimes this year. Our first year walking (2011), we didn't really do any fundraising, we made a donation to some friends of ours and crashed the walk...we weren't even registered.

Last year, we got the whole family involved. We used Gus' fundraising page and were able to donate almost $400 to the March of Dimes.

This year, with the walk a month away, counting our $100 donation, we're raised $20. That's it. $20 to help save babies so that they can be born healthy and go home with their families. I know the walk is still a month away, but the economy is crappy and people don't have lots of extra money around to donate to every thing that comes their way. I know that any money donated will be greatly appreciated, but I guess I had higher hopes this year that Gus would be able to donate over $500.

Easter 2013

This Easter has been.....unusual. Jon and I hosted Easter this year, something we haven't done before. Usually my eldest sister, whom we live closest to, invites us to spend Easter with her family. This year, though, she and her family were just coming home from a spring break vacation, so we were on our own. My dad, though, asked if he could come down for the weekend. Despite Jon's travel schedule, we agreed. We don't get to visit my family very often, so to have my Dad come down to spend time with us, and Gus, really meant a lot.