Doctor Update...

Well, I called the nurse this morning and her words were "severely anemic." I've struggled with anemia on and off my whole life so this wasn't a shocker. It was a relief to hear that I passed the 1 hour glucose test. It made me feel terrible so I was dreading the thought of the 3 hour and dreading even more the possibility of gestational diabetes.
So I get to take a prescription iron pill every day and have my blood redrawn in a month. Between you and me I'm really bad at remembering to take pills. I can easily remember to give myself an injection every day but even during IF treatments it was always hard for me to remember to take the oral medications. Maybe I will make JW responsible for reminding me to take my iron....that way at least I can blame it on someone else if I forget.

So now I'm nervous...

When we got home from work today JW checked the messages. There was a message from Dr. D's nurse asking me to call her. Gee, I wish she'd called my cell phone. JW asked if I was going to call her back. I told him that they won't be at the office at 6:45pm and this didn't seem like an on-call doctor type thing.
Last Thursday I had my 1 hour glucose tolerance test. Dr. D told me that they would only call me if I failed the test or was anemic....either way now I'm nervous.
The 1 hour glucose test made me feel awful so I'm dreading that she might say I need to take the 3 hour test and of course I'm dreading the threat of gestational diabetes even more.
And of course I'm just going to feel like a bad baby mama if I'm anemic.

Of course I'll be calling Dr. D's office first thing tomorrow morning!!

(Chris, if you read this before tomorrow's update don't tell mom. I don't want her to worry for nothing.)

What's in a name.... (updated)

I told JW last night that he only has 11 Saturdays until the baby arrives....thinking about it like that made me realize how fast the time is going to pass...especially since my weeks will be filled with work, grad school and finding a new job. JW's response was, "I guess we should pick a name." The name game has been difficult for us. We never really talked about names during the whole struggle to get pregnant. It hurt my heart to try to name a baby that didn't seem like it would ever be real. So, no names were really discussed until the beta in September. Since then we've narrowed the list down....sort of.

If this baby is a boy, then his name will be Noah. I've loved the name Noah forever and it is the only name JW and I both like for a boy. (Side note: I also really like Nathan and Graham but JW wouldn't really go for either of those)
The girl name is where the real problems begin. We had it pretty much narrowed down to Parker or Meryn. We can't agree on how to spell Meryn though.....here are the options generated by us and our family members:

Meryn
Merin
Marin
Maren

Maren got on the list in the first place because we heard it in a movie and liked it. I assumed at the time that it was spelt Merin....Erin with an M on it. Later I saw online a girl who named her baby "Maren" and I said, "She named her baby Merin but look how she spelled it." JW replied, "That's how it is spelled." Oh.
Then I was looking for bedding and saw a bedding set named Meryn....loved the spelling (didn't care for the bedding). And so the debate began...and continues.

Then lately JW brought up Olivia. And there is something about Olivia that is growing on me despite its popularity.

So, sisters in blogland, what do you think?? Leave a comment and let me know.
(And since my real life sister reads this blog as well you can chime in and vote too although I know you like the spelling Marin.)

Oh, and the middle name for a girl will be Leigh if we use Parker or Merin. Lee is JW's middle name. We won't use Leigh for Olivia though....we would use Peyton (or maybe Payton) which is JW's grandfather's name.

UPDATE: I promise not be offended at all by any of your opinions (even if you say you hate all the names and you hate me too) as long as you promise not be offended if we pick something besides what you suggest :)

Is it just me???

Crazy things happen to me sometimes. I used to think these types of things happen to everyone...but now I'm starting to wonder if it is just me. Here's my example from today:

Today I was suppose to start a new class in my master's program. The class is suppose to meet every Wednesday from March 12-May 7 from 4:30-10:30. Yes. You read that right--6 hours each night. I registered for the class when I signed up for spring classes in December. I haven't really thought about it since. So, today I got online to double check where exactly the class was meeting and the computer was telling me the class didn't exist. Hmmm....so I called the Educational Leadership department at the university I attend. The secretary informs me that I was indeed enrolled in the class but that the class met from Jan 16-March 5!!!

WHAT???

Now, I begin TOTALLY freaking out. Did I write down the wrong dates? Am I that stupid? Did they change the class and not tell me? Did they tell me and I somehow missed it??
I already paid!! I paid with a student loan so I not only paid for a class I never went to but I have to pay interest too!! I never showed up so it looks like I dropped...but now it is going to show up as an F on my transcript!!!! So, of course when I freak out I also start crying hysterically. (This condition has been slightly aggrevated over the past year and a half due to the hormone fluctuations in my body thanks to clomid, gonal-f, infertility in general and now pregnancy).
Not taking the class this semester means that I won't have 18 hours in my graduate program by the summer. It means that I won't be able to take the Texas principal certification exam this summer which might be crucial in finding a new job. It means that I'm going to be behind in my coursework.
I call JW and tell him all about how stupid I am and how I'm a bad wife and I've just wasted all this money at a time when we are trying to get control over our finances.

Did I mention that I'm having this breakdown at work????

Anyway, after much hysterical crying I finally get in touch with my advisor. The class dates were indeed changed. The university should've notified me but sometimes that doesn't happen (WHAT??). But PRAISE THE LORD because the advisor was totally able to "fix" it.
Here's the "fix:"
1) I'm going to get an incomplete instead of an F.
2) She's going to talk to the department chair about self-paced study with either the actual professor or with the department chair himself.
3) I won't have to pay anymore money!!

The great thing about the self-paced study is that I've heard from several people that this class is one of the easiest in the program.....and if I've taken classes from the department chair before and he isn't a tough professor at all. So, this could actually wind up for the best....because I will probably be able to complete the course before the baby arrives, stay on track in my course plan and not have to sit in an uncomfortable plastic chair for 6 hours each night!!
WOOHOO!! Thank you, Jesus!!

The other kind of cool part in all this is that I hang out with two high school girls from church every Wednesday. I was really worrying about how this class was going to affect the time I have left to invest in these girls before we move. And now it looks like I'll probably still be able to hang out and disciple them on Wednesday evenings because I won't have class afterall. YIPPEE!!

So all is well that ends well but let me tell you that it was a very stressful 45 minutes trying to figure it all out. Do things like this happen to other people too?? Or is it just me??

Softball comments...

JW plays on a softball team with some guys we knew in college. Tonight I went to his game and one of the guys pointed at my belly and said, "That's new." JW replies, "Actually it's been cooking for quite a while."

We're in the 3rd trimester now so I guess the bump is pretty obvious!!!

Silly girl....

So last night I was on my way home from church and I called JW to see what he wanted to do about dinner. I didn't really feel like cooking since it was already 8:30ish. Anyway, he's asking me what fast food places I'll drive past on the way home so I start listed them out. He says, "Taco Bueno sounds good. I want the nachos from there with the steak." I told him they don't have those kind of nachos at Bueno and that he's thinking about the nachos at Rosa's. As I'm telling him this I swing into the Bueno and glance at the drive thru menu to be sure.
I confirm that I'm correct but instead of backing up I just decide to drive around....but there is a car at the window so now I'm stuck in the drive thru lane. I'm still on the phone with JW and I start laughing hysterically as I'm telling him what I did.
So he tells me, "Since your there just order" but I have to explain that the drive thru is kind of L shaped and I've gone around the curve and I can't possibly back up around the curve because backing up isn't really my thing....which my husband already knows but it just makes him laugh harder.
So, as I'm pulling out of the Bueno JW says that Wendy's sounds good....so Wendy's it was.

We must be crazy....

We must be crazy. I posted awhile back about JW's firm closing. This has kind of been a trying time for us. And he was offered a great job this week!!! It has great hours, its family friendly and a great professional opportunity for JW. The only drawback is that it is 50+ miles from where we live.

So, WE'RE MOVING. Now, I know lots of people move and maybe this isn't a big deal except....JW starts his new job next week. I work for a school district and am under contract through June 6. So, we'll be staying put through the end of the school year.

Our baby is due June 7th. So, we'll be in our current location through the baby's arrival.....And then we'll have about 11-12 weeks between when the baby arrives and when I'll need to start my new job (which I haven't found yet). (See title of entry)So, I'm going to pack up our house and move with an infant...(See title of entry)..

...assuming that we can sell our house. If we can't sell our house then we'll leave all the furniture so it looks nice for potential buyers and take our necessities to my parents house and live with them until our house sells. Yes, I said living with my parents. (See title of entry)

The new job is closer to my parents, my sister and her family, JW's brother and his wife so that will be nice. Several of our college friends live in that area as well. But we are sad about leaving our current house, our friends here and our church.

I'm trying my best not to stress about the whole selling a house, finding a job, having a baby all at the same time thing. But I'm really starting to think that we may be crazy.

I'm telling my current job next week that I'm not going to resign my contract. I'm dreading this because I feel like I'm letting them down and I don't deal well with disappointing other people. My principal was already freaking out about me having a baby this summer and not being around to handle certain issues....I hope she doesn't straight pass out when I mention we're moving.
Wish me luck!