Kate's Corner

We couldn't resist this face! So here we are with our second pup (yes we are crazy) our 4 month old lab mix...Holly. We adopted her through a local rescue Paws and Prayers...She is SOOOO stinkin' sweet. Sawyer and Holly seem to be getting along pretty well.

Sorry about my grumpy christmas post. Feeling better today! :-)

Are the holidays over yet? I am already dying a slow painful death! Christmas is ridiculous! Yesterday, while getting my hair cut, a conversation with the guy washing my hair when something like this? Him: Are you ready for Christmas? Me: Yeah (Blah, blah, blah, Why even bother?) him: What are you doing for Christmas? Me: I have to work, so we are keeping it low key Him: My wife works at a nursing home, I understand me: I work at a hospital, so I know how that goes. Him: Well hopefully you work on a happy floor like maternity me: (are you freaking kidding me!) Well, maternity isn't always a happy floor Well...that shut him up. But as we all know, all too well, maternity isn't always a happy floor. The holidays aren't always a happy time...especially for those who have suffered a great loss. People are oblivious! Hell...I am sure at some point I was oblivious too. Last year in my happy preggo state, Christmas day was pretty fantastically happy for me as well. But guess what,

I will never forget these precious words written across the bottom of our u/s last year, December 17 2008. One year ago today we were at the doctor finding out the sex of the baby, and it was Tim's birthday! So we were super excited. We weren't 100% for sure if we were going to find out, but I thought...what a great birthday present, right? It's a girl! We were beaming! The u/s tech typed on the bottom Happy Birthday Daddy. It seemed official...we were parents to this little creature, growing inside of my ever so growing belly. We told everyone we couldn't tell the sex, we wanted to surprise everyone on Christmas (no one thought I could hold such a secret!). So we bought chocolate it's a girl candy cigars wrapped in pink foil. We made the big announcement wrapping them ever so carefully for the family to open together. Those were special moments I will cherish and hold close to my heart forever. This year, things are not as we hoped or dreamed. But I am going to mak

It's amazing how a sweet little girl, merely 24 weeks gestation stole my heart. It's amazing how much love I have for a daughter who I haven't held, touched, seen, or smelled her sweet skin for almost a year. It's amazing my love for her will never fade, never wither, or never grow old. I will always remember the way you felt in my arms, your tiny body warm and close to mine.I will always remember your beautiful tiny features, a perfect mix between a mother and father. I will always love you my sweet Zoelle. I am thankful for you, and although I know you aren't with me here on Earth, I know I will see you and hold you again. There is not a day that goes by that I don't think of you, love you and miss you. You are our sweet daugther, and I will never forget you. I am a mother, to you. As your 1st birthday approaches, by heart is heavy. I promise to honor you and celebrate you. Hopefully one day, you will have a brother or sister, and I promise to tell them the s

I feel like a hen who just laid over 2 dozen eggs! 28 eggs to be exact, we retrieved on Thursday. Today we got the news that 21 out of the 28 fertilized, 14 were frozen and 7 are still growing! I am so relieved to know I WILL NEVER have to take follistm again! Whew! So how am I feeling? Well, for the most part the cycle went without problems. My estrogen level stayed well controlled and my ovaries, although large and in-charge from my multiple follicles, were hanging in there. However, the day before my retrieval my estrogen took on a mind of it's own and reached almost 6000! Really high. It almost tripled in one day (I am thinking mainly from my trigger shot to ovulate). As of now, I am in a significant amount of pain, my stomach is huge and I am experiencing a good amount of nausea. The vicodin takes the edge off, but I am really uncomfortable. As for a transfer, well, it's up in the air. We may transfer soon, we may wait until I am feeling better. Honestly, I am thinking the