Tres Jolie
a blog for stuff that is very jolie
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It seems like I’m always saying that “I just can’t believe people now days” or mentioning my growing lack of faith in society. I may or may not have also been a little Scroogey this year to top it off. Spoiler Alert: I have been. But just when you think you’ve figured it out you get a sweet message on your Facebook from a retired soldier in New Jersey. No, really.
During my first semester of college at Southeastern Louisiana University I strategically scheduled my kinesiology early in the morning with a super long break until the rest of my classes. This way I could roll onto campus in my pjs, shower after class and head to the Union for lunch. Obviously the go-getter attitude employers are expecting.
We didn’t have co-ed showers and since our classes were so early we rarely locked our lockers. I had actually locked mine on this specific day. After getting out of swim class (I know, I know. Go-getter to the max) we noticed that our locks had been cut and everyone’s lockers were open. I was a waitress at the time (insert cliche’ here) and had a decent amount of cash that was stolen along with my checkbook (A Precious Moment’s checkbook to be exact) and my jewelry. In my jewelry that was thieved was my class ring. That was the last day I saw it…………….until yesterday.
On my way to Houston last weekend I got a message on Facebook from a gentleman who told me that he bought a bag of used jewelry and there was a class ring inside with my name on it. Thank the Lord that I
havehad a unique first and last name and he was able to find me on Facebook with my highschool & full name. Thanks technology.When I replied to inform him that it was in fact me I also told him that it was stolen from me almost 11 years ago. I thought I would never see that thing again. Ironically, I was just telling Paul a few weeks ago that I wanted to order one from the same company and keep to give to our kids. Well, this kind man sent me back my long lost ring along with a little note that stated:
“Enjoy this ring once again. Happy Birthday & Happy Holidays.”
Um, hello faith in society. Welcome back.
So if you’re feeling a little hum-buggish this year just know that there actually ARE some decent people out there. Maybe only in New Jersey, but they’re out there.
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Here I go again on my own. Going down the only road I’ve ever known. Like a twister I was born………………….. Ok, ok. So this is NOT the only road I’ve ever known and I am most certainly NOT going down it alone. I just cant resist from singing that song anytime I hear the words “Here I go again.”
On my own.As we end November and come into month 17th of our trying to conceive journey I can’t help but think of all the ups and downs we have experienced recently. I wouldn’t compare it to a roller coaster simply because in our house roller coasters are a blast and only last roughly 2.4 minutes. Not this journey. No fun and not fast. Would I change it if I could though? Probably not. I know that the Big Man Upstairs (we capitalize that, right?) has His own plans and His own will and I wouldn’t want to mess with that. What if this is just a small piece of the master plan? A journey that is meant to teach us to appreciate our little (soon to be) miracle? What if this leads us to helping others that have been through similar situations? This, somehow, was meant to be.
From the ages of 12-19 I knew everything. I knew I was going to be married by 21. Have my first child at 23 and my second at 25. Two boys to be exact and if I was going to have a third (a girl) I would have her by 27. All 2 years apart. HA! I laugh at that girl now. Who did she think she was trying to PLAN her future? If I only knew then what I know now I wouldn’t have been so pompous. Silly girl. (Yes I am aware of the time lapse between 19 and when I got married at 26. I went through a punk rock, player by trade, marriage is for the birds kind of phase. Just excuse that naive time period please.) Now here I am just a few weeks from my 29th birthday, after being married just under 3 years and still no little one. Funny how things work out isn’t it??
If you know anything about this journey or have been following along, then you know of all our Clomid Chaos. Either way, here is a quick breakdown followed by the newest of new news.
After our ectopic pregnancy in October of 2009 my body stopped ovulating. My regular OBGYN told me that she would only do 3 rounds of fertility treatments before sending me to the fertility specialist. This is how it’s gone:
Third try: 150mg - DING DING DING. We have a winner.
(CAUTION: Words like intercourse and cycle ahead……….Read on at your own risk)
There it was. A positive LH test the morning of a day in which we shared a hotel room with some friends. Two beds, one room, two couples. Never the less this was business. My best friend Farrah reminded me that this was a job. Our job. It meant business and we needed to do the deed. Alas we did but to no avail it wasn’t in the oh so famous “window” or better yet they just missed the bus. However, something happened similar to last month and I started my cycle AGAIN on my own. I know that may mean nothing to most females but to a woman who feels like her body has let everyone down- I was more than thrilled. 31 days, on the dot. Like clockwork.
Now that this has happened two months in a row and I finally ovulated this last month I can pretty much pin point when (assuming I do) I will ovulate in December. (Ready for the zinger??) And when I do, Paul will be in New York. That’s right ladies and gentleman: This process is mocking me. All is well however as I talked to my Doctor who couldn’t have been happier. She was thrilled with all of the new developments and we discussed my options. With the advice of my OBGYN and discussions with my husband, we decided to take this month OFF of the Clomid in order to determine if my body can pull it off on its own. Paul will be gone anyhow so if it doesn’t - then nothing was missed and we know to go back to the 150mg in January. The Doc even stated that she NEVER, EVER prescribes a fertility treatment to a patient more than 3 times in ANY situation………….but for me, for me she has a “feeling”. She is breaking her own rules because she too knows that THIS is the time.
So stay tuned and know that I appreciate all of your kind words and encouragement. Prayers and good ju-ju are still need more than ever and I adore all of you for sending them our way!!!
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I found this little jem while looking through our friends ACL pictures from this year and had to put it out there. No one is really sure what is going on here or why we are making these faces and to be honest I don’t remember much of this photo either. Good times.
While I was contemplating text to include above the picture I had thought about using “Soul Mates” to get the point across. I didn’t for one reason only: I don’t believe in soul mates. Honestly.
I believe in love. True love. I know I might catch some flack from this but I find it somewhat shallow to assume that there is only ONE person for each of us in this world. There are billions of people on this planet and you found your “soul mate”? In your home town? In your highschool? I know it might be on clearance, but I’m not buying it.
I am not saying that I don’t think that The Mister and Me are meant to be together. I’m simply saying that God puts you in contact with every single person on this earth for a reason. He put me with Paul to love, be loved and experience the unconditional, madly, deeply, head-over-heels love that I hope each of you have experienced or will experience. But what if something happened to one of us? Am I supposed to believe that was it? There went my soul mate? You’re destined to be alone and never find another partner to share a similar love with? I would want nothing more than for him to find someone who cherished him and comforted him if something ever happened to me. I would want him to love again.
So, I guess the bottom line is: I believe in love. I believe in having ONE true love, yes. But I don’t believe there is ONLY one person for each heart in this world. Enjoy the time with the one you do love and know that everything is meant to be.
I intended on posting this in order to share a photo and now I’ve shared my beliefs. What are yours??
