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First and foremost, I am a Christian woman: I love Jesus! In this blog you will find stories of trying to conceive with PCOS, MTHFR, Poor egg quality, a unicornuate uteterus, and too many babies in heaven. It is a good thing God is the ultimate healer! Here you will find praise! and you may also find venting (I'm not perfect...) and you will find other stories of my crazy life. All the while through this journey I am holding on to scripture & hoping to one day be a mother here on Earth (waiting on God & His perfect timing...why am I so impatient?) But in the meantime, here you will find me: Jessica, loving wife, hopeful heart of a mother, and faithful friend.

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All writing in this blog is unedited and 100% from what I am feeling at the time. By continuing to read it means that you will take my vents with a grain of salt. You will choose to not take offense. And most of all, if you know me in real life you will either choose to stop reading or keep the knowledge of this blog quiet, and privately allow me to know you are reading. I only share this information with close friends. I do not share this with facebook for a purpose: it is meant to be semi-private. Not "public" knowledge in the sense of the majority of those in real life knowing about it. If you can accept all that has been stated, sit back, grab a box of tissues, and be prepared to endure the rocky road of trying to conceive while trying to get out of the shadows of infertility.

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Monday, July 18, 2011

SERIOUSLY?!?!?!

Ok so I had in mind a post today about my little bean that I should have delivered by now. It's my due date, so happy birthday little bean. BUT last night was insane at work.

Residents climbing out of bed. Alarms going off for no apparent reason. One resident is depressed and said she wished Jesus would take her, that she would just die because of the pain. I got peed on. Oh and so did my phone. Fell out of my pocket and into the toilet.

Seriously. You can't make this stuff up. So I reached in, with a glove on, and got my phone. Figured the damage was already done so I rinsed it off with water in the sink, took off the cover and washed it. Then I proceeded to sanitize it before going to dry it off with a blow dryer. Currently it is a bag of rice, but totally NOT working. So now we have to file a claim that will cost us 99 buckeroos. Joy.

So today I have no baby and no smartphone. I have dreams of a child, James's old phone, and sadness because it is to hot to have timed intercourse one more time for a "What the heck?" attempt to conceive.

Oh boy....I am ready for life to lighten up a bit.

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