Nothing like sweating...

Sweating is good for you, or so the lady on the exercise dvd keeps telling me. I'm going to agree with her for now. I started Weight Watchers last Friday, and tomorrow is my weigh in day. That scale had better moved down. I've been on a plateau for 2 months, and it is driving me crazy. I decided to shake things up some, so I decided that I'm going to try WW. I'm really loving it so far, but I also haven't stepped on a scale since Monday. I really, really, really want to get to my second goal. I think that would feel so awesome. I also decided that I'm going to work out even if I do hurt, or even if I start hurting, after I'm done. I've worked out 4 days this week, and I've found out that Tylenol before the workout starts seems to help. I don't hurt as much. Yeah, that gallbladder thing, *note the sarcasm* is really what is causing the pain.

I called my primary doctor yesterday because he has had my test results since Monday afternoon. He wasn't concerned at all with any of my results. He looked them over, and he didn't see any reason to refer me to anybody because I have ZERO symptoms of having a gallbladder attack. The only thing I have going on is the pain in my groin and hip area, and he didn't think that was caused from the gallbladder. Imagine that, a doctor who actually believes that there is something else going on down there besides my stupid gallbladder. To be on the safe side though, I get to go and see a surgeon now. I should know who and when that appointment is going to be with next week. I'm getting really tired of seeing the doctor. I jokingly keep saying that I would like them to remove any non-vital organ at this time. Surely one of them is the culprit or culprits for the on again and off again pain I've been experiencing. I'm pretty sure my family would agree with me.

Hubster has been working insane hours. He hasn't made it home before 8 PM any night this week and last night it was 11. He had to leave early this morning too. I talked to him for a few minutes before he left. I felt bad for him. He is so tired.

Getting Old Sucks...

Went today and had an ultrasound on my gallbladder. The doctor's office called me back within two hours of being done. I have another partial diagnosis. This time I have gallstones. She is forwarding my ct scan and ultrasound test over to my primary doctor. He will determine where I go from here. I don't know if that means surgery to remove the gallbladder or what, but I still don't think the gallbladder would make me feel like my insides need to fall out.

I do have to go back to visit Dr. M on the 21. I have to go in on the 18th for an ultrasound to check the size of my cysts. All of that sounds like oodles of fun to me.

Have a partial diagnosis...

I got the results back from the ct scan on Thursday. She doesn't seem to think that I'm going to need a hysterectomy after all even though last week she was adamant that I was going to be having one. I guess that is okay even though I still think there is something wrong in that area, but I can't argue with tests. I can only go with my gut feeling on this one, and my gut is telling me that there is something not right.

The ct scan shows I have something called spondyloisthesis. It causes your back to hurt. http://www.medicinenet.com/spondylolisthesis/article.htm that explains what it is. The thing that irks me is that my back has hurt for 15 years easily. Never before has it hurt in my front. The sharp pains are still there, and it still aches. Just thankfully not everyday. I can take tylenol to help with the inflammation in my back, but it doesn't touch the front pain. I asked them if I was going to have to live like this the rest of my life because I need to know. They weren't very forthcoming. I now have an ultrasound scheduled on Monday for a scan of my gallbladder to check for gallstones. I'm expecting that to come back just fine. After they get the results back on the gallbladder issue, they will set up a follow-up appointment with Dr. M. I'm going to assume at this point, that I'm not going to want to hear what she has to say.

CT Scan...

was today. That was an interesting experience. That was much better than a MRI any day of the week except for the nasty tasting crap I had to drink. I'm hoping that I hear back from my doctor at the end of the week.

I still hurt, but I start to get nervous about everything turning out normal. How strange is that? I hurt, and I know I hurt. I want to know that there is a reason that I hurt, and that she can fix the reason I hurt. My biggest concern is that she will tell me things are normal, and that there really isn't any thing to fix.

Until they give me the results, I will be in a wait and see pattern.

I have lots to do to get ready for KG's birthday party. I haven't even decided what birthday cake I want to make for her. I need to hurry up and decide though because I don't have a lot of time left to make it. I'm torn between two different designs. I'm going to go with the easiest of the two though.

This is Throwing me for a Loop...

I really didn't expect it to. I'm turning to the one thing that I shouldn't....FOOD. I don't even want to do my weigh in on Monday because I know it isn't going to be pretty. I'm making terrible food choices, and I'm eating to much. This is really not good. I need to purge the house of all sweets and things not good for you...PRONTO. I'm debating about rather or not to do WW in person just so I have some accountability. I know exactly what I'm doing wrong, but I continue to sabotage myself, and I don't know why.

I was wanting to have the hysterectomy, but now I'm getting worried about it. I have no idea how I'm going to manage it. From every thing I've seen, I can expect to be in the hospital from 1 to 5 days. Oh boy, what am I going to do with the girls. Then I have a 2 to 3 week recovery period where I can't do much of anything. I could try and make it until school is out, but I'm not sure if I can or not. The pain is getting to be intolerable. I have to go Monday to pick up my contrast for the ct Scan on Wednesday morning. I was supposed to do it today, but Hubster is on call at work. He ran off with my one and only set of van keys, and I'm really not happy with him at the moment. I know it was an accident, but there is a reason why we have a place to hang keys by the door. It is not to keep them in your pocket.

So, right now I'm mad. I'm disgusted with myself. I'm tired. I'm aching in my sides. I'm just all around not very happy with my lot in life. Yes, I know there are worse things going on in the world right now, and frankly, I don't really care. This is going on in my life at this moment. I'm still trying to wrap my brain around this surgery coming up, and I'm not doing a very good job of it.

4 Years Ago...

today, I gave birth to Princess KG. I still remember when it dawned on me that we were going to have one of those famous re-deployment babies. We were done with having kids after the boys were in school, and here I was pregnant with number 3. I was riding on the train going to meet my brother, and I was having a hard time not being sick. My mom asked me if I was okay, and I blurted out I was pregnant. I hadn't even told Hubster yet. I think I lived on crackers and 7-UP for a good 5 months. I was so sick with her. This is also when I got lucky and found the best OB/GYN in the world. She is truly one of the best out there. Not many OB's do every thing in their power to deliver their own patients. She truly has a wonderful bedside manner, and it doesn't matter to me if I might have to sit in her office and wait an hour to see her. I know that I'm waiting because she doesn't rush through her patients. She will sit and talk to you. Now back to the story of KG and her birth. It was quite an adventure. I never got sick with the boys. I was sick as a dog with KG. I had morning/noon/evening sickness for 9.5 months until the day she was born. Dr. M had to give me meds for the queasiness. I lost 22 pounds while pregnant with her. Hubster wasn't in town for the big ultrasound. He was sure we were having another boy because he just didn't make girls. Dr. M. had to get on the phone and tell him that yes, we were having a little girl. He kept saying that we were lying. I still don't think he believed us until he saw KG when she was born. The day of her birth though was another story. She was supposed to have been born on the 16th of March, but the hospital didn't have room for us. They told us to keep calling every two hours or so, and maybe a room would open up for us. We did this for 2 days. Finally on the 17th around 5 PM a room became available. They told us to hurry in because if a woman in labor beat us there, they would give the room to her. We got a really big room, and we had some great nurses. My doctor came in around 8 AM to check me and break my water. Then told me she would see me around lunch to deliver a baby. She was going to church. I told her that she wouldn't make it to church because once my water breaks, the fun begins. It is nice to know that I was right. She never made it to church. She didn't even make it back to her house. KG was born a little after 10 that morning. Here she is 4 years later a joy to have in this house. She is looking forward to today. Today is all about her. We are going out to eat for her birthday with her very favorite Aunt Margaret and Uncle Gregg. I got her a shirt that says Birthday Girl on it that she can wear. I have to make her birthday cake later on today. Going to see how well I can do this. I also have to go and get part of her birthday present. She will get the rest of it at her "kid" birthday party that will take place next Sunday the 27th. I'm not aware of very many 4 year olds that want clothes and shoes for their birthday, but those were some of her requests.

I got up to take some melatonin, and I noticed BG was still awake. She had a banana sitting beside her. She told me that she was hungry, and that she got one for KG too. The thing is that KG is asleep, so the peeled banana was sitting on KG's pillow. How sweet is that? BG went downstairs by herself in the dark, crawled up on the cabinet, and got bananas for herself and her sister. That is what I call sisterly love. Those girls are priceless, and I'm very lucky to get to stay at home with them. There are days that I have to remind myself of that.

The World Goes Around and Around and Around...

The title doesn't have any thing to do with this post. I just wanted to put it on here. Yes, I'm goofy that way.

Hubster took the kids (all 4 of them) fishing today with one of his good Seabee friends. They seem to have had fun. I had a doctor's appointment with the OB/GYN. Those are always fun, but I'm done with not knowing which day I'm going to be in pain and what days I'm not. Thankfully (I guess you can say that.) today was one of those days where I was in lots of pain. To the point, where I was wanting to cry. I could accurately describe to her just what I was feeling. This has allowed us to finally, after nearly 9 months of this pain, to come to the conclusion that I need to have a hysterocetmy. She wants me to have a CT scan first to make sure that there isn't something else causing the pain, but if not, then I'm going to be having surgery. Who wants to come help me for 2 to 3 weeks with the kids when I do have the surgery? Doesn't that sound like oodles and loads of fun? At least now I know that I have some relief in the near future.

On a happier note, a few weeks ago our neighbor boy, from here on out known as Jordan, went with my boys to TnT lock in at church. This is an Awana thing. They asked him to go with him. On the way over, he informed me that he had never been to church before. Never even been inside a church. He really enjoyed it, and we told him that he could come with us again. He didn't get to go on Sunday, but he did go with us this past Wednesday to Awanas. He loved it. He wanted to go with us last Sunday. He went to Sunday school and children's church Sunday morning with the boys, and on Sunday night he went to what we call "big" church. In other words, he went to the main sanctuary to hear our pastor speak. We were sitting at supper on Sunday night, and he tells us that when Pastor started preaching, that he thought, "Dude, you don't have to yell. We can hear you." Then he realized that he was excited about what he was preaching, and that he had a microphone. Hubster and I busted out laughing. Pastor is going to get a kick out of this. Jordan wanted to know if we had church on Wednesday night because he knew that he didn't have Awanas. We told him yes, that Wednesday is going to be "big" church. He said he couldn't wait to go and hear Pastor preach again. That makes me so happy to hear him say that. Guess he is going to church with us now.

Seabee Ball 2011

Some of my very favorite wives in the world. For some reason we get tagged as the trouble makers. I have no idea why that would be. We never got into trouble. We just always have a good time where ever we happen to be.



Hubster and I during the Ball.



My very dear friend FD who I happened to meet in the LAX airport before our hubbies first deployment. I still thank God every day for that chance meeting because I have what I consider one of my very dear friends because of it. She is truly what is defined as a Seabee Sister.



Hubster and I before we left the house.

It was Seabee Ball time in our neck of the woods. Let me first say that this was probably the very BEST ball that I have ever been to. The committee did a fantastic job. My hat is off to them. Hubster and I had a ball, literally. I can't remember the last time I danced. Well, I can. Let me just say it was around 14 years ago. I remember how much I love it. It always amazes me how quickly that you just pick right back up where you left off with some of the wives that have been in the trenches with you. It was like that you saw them last week and not six months ago. We really had a great time, and I'm so glad that we went.

The Weeks that Were...

Hubster made it home on Saturday. His class ended Friday at lunch, but he wasn't allowed to leave until Saturday. He was able to get on an earlier flight though. AA had to get permission to let him go standby, but he got on it. When he got home, we went ball gown shopping. That was fun. NOT. I hate shopping for dresses or clothes period. The only good thing that came out of it was that the dress is the exact size that I was wearing 14 years ago, and I never thought I would see the day that I wore that size again. I wasn't expecting to be able to wear a size that small. Yea Me! Hubster picked out the dress because I was having a hard time deciding. He liked this one the best on me, so that is what I got. We are debating on rather or not to spend the night at the hotel that the ball is being held at or not. I want to in a way, but I think that has more to do that I would love an evening away from the kids than anything else. I'm the one that has to deal with them 24/7. I don't want to spend any more money than we already have for this thing. Plus, we found some really cool cabins that I want to stay at in April. I can't do both. I don't have a sitter that will cooperate with that one. :)

We made plans with some friends of ours for a couples night out in April. I'm looking forward to that too. It is sad that we get so busy that we had to plan for a date in April.

New Month...

I can't believe that March is already here. It just amazes me. I was watching Glenn Beck yesterday while I was prepping supper, and KB wants to know why all of these bad things are happening. For those of you that are not aware of it, which shouldn't be that many since I don't make it a secret, we are a church going family. We are there just about every time the door is open. I explain to him that I believe, as does our pastor, that we are looking at the return of Jesus soon. It is really awe inspiring and exciting at the same time. He tells me that he can't wait to see Jesus. That gave me a warm fuzzy.

Hubster got to go and see his grandma this weekend. He went up to see her Friday night, and he went back to Hueneme on Sunday. He had a good time, and that makes me happy. I took the girls to the zoo on Saturday with another Seabee wife and her little boy. We had such a good time. BG keeps asking to go and see the lions. I should have just bit the bullet and bought the season pass. Then we could go whenever we wanted to. The boys didn't want to go with me, so they went with Grandma instead. She said they were excellent.

Tonight is Ladies Fellowship at church. Need to get supper prepped for everybody, and I have to make my finger food. Wonder if salad is considered a finger food? We have plates and forks there. I would prefer to fix that instead of something else. I must say that I make a really good salad with feta cheese, dried cranberries, and pecans.

Hubster is due home on Saturday, and I'm ready to see him. He asked to if he could go home on Friday because class will be done at noon, but he can't . They even had 2 flights out of LAX that would have worked.