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Amanda's Diary Entries Diary Navigation: Choose A Diary Entry -------------------- Latest Entry: 12/1/08 -------------------- 11/23/08 11/16/08 11/5/08 11/2/08 10/29/08 10/26/08 10/18/08 10/13/08 10/2/08 9/23/08 9/18/08 9/12/08 8/27/08, Entry 2 8/27/08, Entry 1 8/24/08 8/13/08 8/9/08 7/29/08 6/20/08, Entry 2 6/20/08, Entry 1 5/26/08 5/23/08 5/9/08 5/1/08 4/23/08 4/4/08 3/13/08 2/23/08 1/26/08 1/25/08 1/23/08 1/20/08 11/26/07 11/2/07 10/31/07 10/24/07 10/20/07 9/25/07 9/18/07 9/13/07 9/12/07 8/26/07 8/22/07 8/11/07 8/4/07 7/22/07 7/1/07 7/1/07 6/25/07 6/25/07 6/25/07 6/8/07 6/2/07 5/9/07 4/30/07 4/19/07 4/15/07 4/9/07 4/2/07 2/12/07 1/23/07 1/17/07 1/1/07 12/27/06 12/18/06 12/8/06 11/25/06 11/13/06 11/7/06 11/1/06 10/16/06 10/14/06 10/13/06 10/9/06 10/5/06 9/22/06 9/18/06 9/13/06 9/5/06 9/1/06 8/25/06 8/21/06 8/17/06 8/11/06 8/7/06, Entry 2 8/7/06, Entry 1 8/1/06 7/26/06 7/25/06 7/24/06 7/23/06 7/17/06 7/13/06 7/9/06 7/7/06 7/6/06 6/27/06 6/19/06 -------------------- Amanda's Introduction

Eating cookies and typing away... 8.26

August 26, 2007

I have an abnormal love for sweets... like not a sweet tooth, but a sweet body, cause it all overwhelms me.  I kid you not...  Anyhow, I bought sugar cookies for dh, because it's one of the few sweets he loves (opposites attract, really) and now that he's asleep I'm chowing down... with two pups waiting at my feet to catch any and all crumbs that may fall, if I let them...

So... last week was nutso, but this week almost tops it...  (and please, read on cause there does come a point where a ttc inuendo comes in)

First off, I work with people who have special needs (developmentally disabled and mentally ill dual diagnosed).  And please none of that "it takes a special person to deal with special people" because I generally just turn it around to you and say, yup I'm special for being your friend... it's all relative, it's a job, and really, I learn more from them about me and my life than I think I could ever teach them.  Oh, and they're *most of the time* more uplifting in their spirit than anyone I know, so it just helps keep you happy and well rounded, all together...

Anyhow, these stories are NOT about those clients :)  These stories are about how it takes a stupid person to deal with special people :)

Wednesday one of my clients took a chair and launched it through the lunch room, across a table, narrowly missing someone... then ran up the ramp knocking over someone, and sat back in his seat.  Abnormal, and somewhat confusing... but regardless I couldn't ask him what had happened because he is an autistic guy who speaks in jibberish.  Sometimes he's understandable but other times he repeats what I say over and over and nothing makes sense.  Regardless, when he's not being aggressive he's one of my favorites...  (read on)

Friday... same client, same time, threw his chair into the table, ran to the sink in the lunchroom, grabbed the drain and threw it across the lunch room, then proceeded to take off running, knocking folks over, back upstairs to his seat yet again.  I called his case manager and explained what was going on, and he said he'd be out to talk with him.  I returned upstairs to have this client run at me, obviously aggitated, grab a metal rod and begin swinging at my head as though I was a pinata and he was a hungry guy looking for candy.

Also... Thursday, there were monsterously horrific storms here.  I left work and was driving home when a tree came up out of the ground, and fell five feet in front of my car.  (why the car wasn't moving is beyond me). 

The storms got worse and worse and the area began flooding, etc.  There were several tornado's (or tornadic activity) within five miles of us... and beyond being frustrated with traffic (flooding, lights out, and the hospital around the corner being evacuated) we experienced nothing.

So, all in all my point here is this... I am blessed.  I am blessed sometimes more than I realize, but I know in my heart that God loves me and wants everything to be perfect, within HIS time... but, that's not always easy to deal with. However, that's my cross to bear... and I appreciate the encouraging words on my ttmb (bridget and shannon and anne in the pm). 

I don't know what the future holds.  I really don't... it could be adoption, it could be IUI, it could be the child-less life.  Only time will tell... but as for the near future, dh has an appt with his pcp to get a referal to a urologist on Sept. 10.  I'm praying and asking for prayer from others as to what direction to go.  After we see if the male issues are able to be fixed... should we retry clomid/metformin, or go and finish the hsg and IUI?

Either way, I'm pretty dang free on my end for at least a month!!  YAY.  And... I have to tell you a funny story (to me it is).  I have ALWAYS ALWAYS loved mullato (sp?) babies... I just think they're so unique and beautiful and just, wow.  So much so that my mom was sure that I would marry a black man based on my strong desire to have a mixed child.  (I wouldn't have married any man based on the color of their skin, I married my dh because of who he is, not what he looked like).  Anyhow... my mom found out that a friend of the family is pregnant with a mullato baby and my mom seems to think that she (the mother to be) isn't sure what she's going to do... so my mom is praying we can adopt that child. 

Mind you, that's a REALLY far stretch... because my mom has no idea what the mom to be is thinking/feeling, etc.  Regardless... just funny to hear my mom tell me that she thinks we're going to get the baby I've always wanted... when all the while she doesn't have a clue.  :)

Take it easy guys... and thanks again for the awesome encouragement...

Amanda