I left you guys hanging with my last post when I shared the tragic news that we had 2 more miscarriages, bringing the grand total up to 4.
Needless to say, it’s been a hard few years. Losing 4 babies is not something anyone should go through. Really, no one should ever even lose one. After losing our fourth baby in July, we were raw. Raw and broken. After every miscarriage we’ve had, we have had the need to take a break from actively trying to conceive. We needed time to heal, process, grieve. The same was true for baby #4. August came and went in a sort of haze.
So when September arrived, it hit us in the face with real life and a bunch of surprises. On September 3, David was laid off. Did NOT see that one coming. The investors decided to pull the plug on his project and let go of 40 people. (Praise the Lord, he was able to find another job in less than 2 months.)
Two days later, early morning of September 5, I decided to take yet another pregnancy test… because, you know, it’s what I do. I’m a pro at peeing on a stick. I could Olympic medal in stick peeing. Ick… that would be a gross competition to watch. But also because it had been roughly 5 weeks since our miscarriage and I hadn’t gotten my period yet. Not that that was unusual for my messed up body. Also because, we were set to leave on vacation 4 days later and I wanted to know for sure if I could safely drink on said vacation.
I know. I know. I haven’t posted in 9 months. You guys have been incredibly kind and patient with me. This year has been kicking my butt. And a crap ton has happened. Like, A LOT. I’ve thought about blogging again for a long time, but it has just been too hard. If you remember, before my break I had been sharing about my personal life, and more specifically, about our journey with infertility. (If you want to check those out, this is part 1, part 2, and part 3, and part 4.) And I knew what the next post would be about following my last post about my tumor. And I didn’t want to write it. I didn’t. So I haven’t. For a long time. But now it is time. It is time to share. It is time to heal. It is time to rip off the bandaid and share about even more heartbreak.
Just a warning: this post is going to be fast and hard. There is a lot to share and I just don’t have it in me to linger on the details. So here we go.
Guys! Guys. I haven’t posted in 3 months. And I kinda hate myself for it. But I also hate that I don’t really mind either. I miss blogging, I really do. So why have I been so absent? Well… put simply… 2015 has been kicking my butt. Like hard. I think life has steel-toed boots on right now. I don’t really want to be a Debbie Downer but I’m going to get real. You’ll understand the title soon. Here comes part 4 of our infertility journey. You can check out part 1, part 2, and part 3 here.
So when our story left off, I had been diagnosed with Hashimoto’s Thyroiditis, an autoimmune disease where my immune system attacks my thyroid when I eat gluten. So I went gluten free. I was hoping and praying to get pregnant. I was determined to find a new doctor, which was especially scary after miscarriage #2. And, in general, I was feeling loads better.
That brings us to October 2014. I had found a new OBGYN who specialized in infertility. I was going through a process of having many tests to get a better handle on the cause of our struggles to get pregnant. During one of my many, MANY tests I was diagnosed with PCOS, polycystic ovarian syndrome. Basically, because of my wack-a-doo hormones my ovaries become covered in cysts, thus not allowing me to ovulate regularly. THUS not being able to get pregnant. This combined with my chronically low progesterone were the root of our problem. But then we discovered another problem. During that ultrasound where I was diagnosed with PCOS the tech noticed a large mass on my right ovary. After talking to my doctor, we found that many times these masses resolve themselves so we decided to keep an eye on it for 6 weeks and then check it out again.
Well, the 6 weeks came and went and it was time to check in on my little cyst. Well, I guess it wasn’t so little. It was the size of a golfball. This second ultrasound found that the cyst wasn’t in fact a cyst. It was a tumor. A dermoid teratoma to be exact. A teratoma that had grown to the size of a lime. And the only way to get rid of it was surgery.
(P.S. I almost called this “multi-porpoise furniture” to be silly but I didn’t want you guys to think I only buy furniture if it has dolphins on it. That would be weird. I haven’t done that since my Lisa Frank days.)
In my opinion, furnishing a house can be stressful. I’m a worry wart so I’m always over-thinking my furniture purchases. I don’t want to get a piece that is going to be seen as “trendy” and I’ll hate in a year or two. And I worry that it would be a “one hit wonder”. You know… the kind that you only find one use for and you can only use it in that one way. What if I change my mind? What if I want to move it?
USE #1- Well, as a Bookcase…
So when I actually do get new furniture, I always look for it to be multi-purpose and versatile. I want that baby to be able to hold just about anything and go anywhere! And I want fit with our style. Because if it fits our style, it will go with all the other pieces we love as well. And if it is versatile and fits our style, that piece is in it for the long haul.
Remember my Sauder tall bookcase I showed you a few months ago? It is a perfect example of a multi-purpose piece. We put it in our master bedroom and filled it with books. But then we started our giant replace-ALL-the-floors project and all the books got boxed for the time being. So then it took on a new use…
I have something to confess… I have been doing a really poor job at managing my time as far as the blog goes. I have no doubt that I’ve lost some readers because of it. But I’m not in this for numbers. I’m all about the benjamins, people……. Just kidding. Any blogger will tell you NOT to get into blogging if you want to make loads of moolah. I write for myself. And for all you wonderful friends who have stuck around and wait for word of my crazy antics. You guys rock. I have another confession… I’m really sick and tired of apologizing for not posting. So I’m going to do it once and for all now. And this apology is going to cover all past lack of posting and any future lack of posting. So you better enjoy it…………………..
I’M SOOOO SORRY I KEPT YOU WAITING TO READ THE MAJESTIC WORDS THAT CONSTANTLY FLOW FROM MY BRILLIANT MIND. I’LL NEVER DO IT AGAIN! (I’ll totally do it again… Sorry.)
Ok. Now that that is done, let’s get on to the meat and potatoes of this post… the hardwood floors!! Are you guys sick of them yet? I swear I’m almost done sharing about them. They’ve been installed for about 3 months now. HA! I think it’s time I wrap these suckers up.
Installing hardwoods is a really intimidating prospect if you have never done it before. But it really isn’t hard at all! Time consuming? Yes. Hard? No. Like I told you in a previous post, we decided to do a floating installation. And in my last post, I showed you how we prepped for the floors and left you with a picture of our very own in-home highway. So now we are up to the biggie… installation.
Installation began pretty early one morning. All in all, we laid roughly 800 square feet of hardwood in 6 spaces of our home (master bedroom, hallway, kitchen, living room, dining room, laundry closet). And we did it all in about 8 days. And that was going at a somewhat leisurely pace. I’m absolutely sure the professionals could have it done in 2-3 days… tops. But being novice floor layers, it took us a bit longer.