What a crazy few months it has been... I re-read my last post a few days ago and can't help but laugh. More things have come to fruition than I had in mind when I last caressed the keys in an effort to share random tidbits of my life with you. My best friend is a big inspiration for me getting back on the blogging horse. She is an insanely busy mother of four (five if you count her soon to be hubby, LOL. He knows I love him) who works six days a week at a bustling coastal deli, and is in the throes of planning her September wedding. With all of that she managed to find time to post so why the fuck haven't I? I can come up with all sorts of lame ass excuses, but it's just that: lame.
First, my teeth are complete! I now have all the teeth I should and it looks as natural as it did before I lost them. I will have to find an old picture to post for comparison, but that will be in a later post. Let's just say for now that I am so pleased with the results; now I just need to retrain myself on smiling... For so long there were no teeth so my full smile is quite out of practice. I'm sure it's like riding a bike and in a couple months it'll be like there never was a lapse.
Next! Collin and I somehow managed to complete our first half marathon (13.1 miles) in April. The feeling of accomplishment was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I was so exhausted mentally and physically and emotionally raw that I started bawling the moment I crossed that finish line. It was a beautiful course and the weather was about as good as it gets. It would have been nice had the sun stayed hidden the whole time, but it was still amazing.
My ten year high school reunion was at the beginning of June. I was amazed at how much everyone still looks more or less the same. It was great to see and catch up with so many people face to face. I know with the advent of FB why don't I keep in better touch? Because I am lazy and there are times, much like this blog, where I go weeks without TRULY looking at and digesting what is on there.
I decided to make the reunion interesting by fracturing my right foot on the first night. I went to the bonfire, and while on our way down from the car to the actual fire I stepped weird on a rock, my foot turned out like a plane banking to the right and I swore I had felt a "pop". I thought that I had just tweaked the tendon (I did something similar to the same foot during the half around mile three but was able to finish), so I proceeded to STAND on the beach for about an hour and a half or so. Then when K, Collin, and I were all quite cold we decided to head up to the car. Walking up from the beach was almost impossible. It just hurt that much. I drove (yep, stubborn me drove with an excruciatingly painful right foot) to Safeway where we got some snacks, and then Collin drove back to K's in laws' house where we were staying. After maneuvering up the stairs to the house, I stretched out on the couch with my foot out and elevated. There was no swelling, no serious bruising, and I could wiggle my toes. We ate and then went to bed. Every movement and even the lightest touch from the bedding on my foot was extremely uncomfortable. So as I lay there I told Collin I think I might need to go to the ER, but me being me wanted to wait until morning because I was tired and I wasn't sure what my copay was for ER visits. Plus, it might feel better once I sleep... Yea...
The next morning arrived with me having only lightly slept because every shift I made to be comfortable woke me up to a fresh wave of pain. Collin asked if I wanted to go to the ER now, and I told him I wanted to eat and shower first. Yes, I know. None of this should be shocking other than the fact I was willing to go to the doctor without actually having lost a limb. After a stint in the waiting room I walked back to the x-ray lab so they could take a couple pictures, and by golly if there wasn't a nice little displaced fracture in my right fifth metatarsal (the bone running between my pinky toe and my ankle). They wrapped it, gave me a special shoe, and some crutches and sent me on my way. I then got to explain to all who had seen me the night before that I had apparently fractured my foot upon ARRIVING at the bonfire. Good times. Yay for first broken bones.
The part of all of these past three events that makes them even more significant:
On April 21st (one week BEFORE our first half marathon) I peed in a stick at four something in the morning, and was given a pink little plus sign. Only about thirteen months earlier than we were thinking, but Collin and I are happily expecting our first child. We just learned on Monday that we are having a girl, and we could not be any happier. She is due December 19th, but I am hoping for either the 13th (it's on a Friday, and has always been a good omen for me) or the 21st (so she can be a solstice baby). Everything looked FANTASTIC on the anatomy scan.
This was not general knowledge until we had the all clear so I am comfortable sharing it now: When I went in for my prenatal blood screenings (they take about ten vials of blood) some of my protein levels were lower than they should have been, which can be an indicator of issues with the baby up to and including chromosomal defects and potential miscarriage. When perinatology contacted me I mentioned that I was horribly sick with a sinus infection when my blood was drawn, but they said that would have no effect on the protein levels (I'm not a medical professional but I thought this was wrong) and that with the levels as they were the baby's risk of trisomy 13 & 18 was 1 in 103. We had to go in for a special ultrasound at about 14 weeks I think it was, and they measured the fluid at the back of the baby's neck. After this the odds shifted to 1 in 1,940. Much better. The doctor wanted me to go in for a second blood screening just for the protein in question around week 16. The results form that one came back perfect. All levels normal and the odds of issues got even better, roughly 1 in 27,000. I'd say that is fucking awesome. They still had me come back for my anatomy scan because their ultrasound at perinatology is much more sensitive. The baby's growth was measured and she is perfectly on target for where we are in the pregnancy. We officially graduated from perinatolgy and can continue all other growth scans with my normal OB. Who, by the way, is so awesome I will have to do an entirely separate post just about him and his greatness!
At this point I feel I have rambled on enough for one post. I know it doesn't make up for over five months, but I am going to try.
I think I am going to eat some cheerios and watch something or play Candy Crush (stupid game...).
