It's The Little Things That Mean The Most

A phone call or text from a friend...a kiss good night...a picture...a hand-drawn picture from a student, made with love...an evening at home with cereal for dinner...watching football with the family...sitting around the table talking about old times, sitting in the middle of the hall having a pow-wow with my friends at work...it's the little things that mean the most.


It's the little things that mean the most. 
The past two weeks have been beyond stressful.  It began with the passing of Grandpa Taylor.  We all knew it was only a matter of time, but no one knew it would be that quick.  Still mourning this great loss, we are blessed to know that Grandpa is no longer in pain.  Funny, we didn't get the message until Tuesday morning, but I started having major morning sickness Monday night...all through the night...and all morning Tuesday.  Now, if you know anything about my pregnancy thus far, it's been pretty much a dream...not much morning sickness to speak of.  So, I just knew, as soon as we got that message, Grandpa Taylor was just letting me know that he was watching over Little T.  I felt very much at peace at that moment.  I still believe that is the reason for my sickness that night.
It's the little things that mean the most 


It's the little things that mean the most.
Coming back to work last week was busy and stressful for both Kyle and I.  Along with the normal business, we were both trying to catch up from being gone.  I guess if we weren't both such perfectionists, we wouldn't be stressed.  But, both of our jobs are important to us and we always aim to do them at 100%.  That is just who we are.  Yet in all of the hustle and bustle of the week, we somehow found time to relax and just enjoy and evening or two together talking over dinner.  What a stress relief!
It's the little things that mean the most.


It's the little things
We were so excited to both have this entire weekend at home!  Saturday morning, we went and ate breakfast at our normal place (Texas Traditions) and got groceries.  It was great!  Then Kyle asked if I wanted to go baby furniture shopping...ummm...YES!!  Now, I went into this knowing how particular I am, but also knowing I was planning on going garage sale shopping for baby furniture.  But, we both fell in love with a certain set and ended up buying it!  It definitely made this baby thing more real!

We got the crib, long dresser & hutch, not the 5 drawer stand up on the right.
It's the little things that mean the most.


It's the little things that mean the most.  Today was our NT scan and bloodwork, so of course I was a nervous wreck all day worrying.  I really thought 3:30 would never come.  But, it came and we got great results!  We have a healthy, wiggly Little Turkey coming August 10th!  I got a little nervous when I found out that an epidural could possibly be tricky due to my back surgery...but she said it should be ok.  I guess if not, I won't have any choice but to take the pain!  We're going to hope not! lol!
Here's a picture of our sweet Little Turkey from today.  S/He was flipping all over the place and then when she wanted him/her to move, it was naptime...can you say hard headed already?!?! lol!  After all was said and done, she did end up getting some pretty good shots.
It's the little things that mean the most.

So, if you are feeling stressed or blue, please just take minute, stop and look around you, and remember...it's the little things that mean the most.

11 Weeks

We went in for our 11 week appointment on Wednesday.  Of course, I was a nervouse wreck, but everything was great!  Little T was wiggling all around and even waved for the camera!  S/he must know that s/he is coming into a camera happy family and getting ready!
The heartbeat was 150bpm.  I have to say again, it is just an amazing sound...nothing else quite like it!

Little T was waving for the camera!

Our Journey

Kyle and I have been married for eight years...and I love him more now than ever!  Seven years ago I was diagnosed with PCOS (Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome) and was told that if I wanted to have kids, I needed to do it then.  And so, the endless rounds of medication began...clomid, femara...all without success.  About another year had passed and I got a job teaching in Katy, so we put aside all the meds while we house shopped and made the move from college life to the real world.  Wow!  What a difference!
A couple of months into my new teaching job, I had to have back surgery...which of course led to a longer postponement of having children.  Finally I was well enough again and I had found a wonderful new doctor.  She again started me on clomid then later femara...again, all without success.  So, we decided to continue with more aggressive treatments with an RE.  We went through several rounds of treatments with him, including injections and IUI's.  After about 5 failed IUI cycles, we decided it was time to stop.  So emotional, but I knew I couldn't go through the stress any longer.
Fast forward a couple of years...I've lost 100 plus pounds and ready to try it again, but just for a few months and we were moving on to adoption.
Now, with all we've been through in the past seven years, you can imagine my skepticism when my doctor (whom I still adore) recommends going back on clomid.  Ummm....it hasn't worked all of the other times, I thought, "Why start back at square one?  Let's get more aggressive." But I reluctantly agreed to it.  I already knew it wouldn't work, so I just figured I would entertain the doctor and gradually work my way through all of the failed cycles again.  Fast forward to the end of October, and of course, it didn't work.  So here we go again.  We decided this was it.  One last try and we were moving on to adoption, after all, look at all the beautiful children that need good homes.  So, with one last round of medication bringing us into November we just relaxed and kind of joked around with it.
Imagine our amazement and surprise when on Thanksgiving Day we were pregnant!  What a true joy and blessing.  We had mountains to be thankful for!  Everything at this point seemed so surreal.  I just couldn't believe this was happening after seven long and stressful years...could it be true?  So many tears of joy shed that day!  I couldn't wait for our first doctor appointment...which was so long away...December 14th.  Ok, if I thought Thanksgiving Day was the best day of my life, I had no idea what was in store for me at the doctor's office when I heard that amazing little heart beat!  Simply amazing! 
Tomorrow is my 11 week appointment.  It's been a rollercoaster the last few weeks and I ended up with shingles and a staph infection on my face...ick!  So, I am praying that we get a new picture tomorrow and a clean bill of health!

This is our story. It's been quite an adventure, but I love who I've been on this adventure with and wouldn't have it any other way.  My family and friends have been my rock throughout it all!