A Few Blog Firsts...Thanks Becky and Meg!

Two really exciting blog related things went down yesterday.

I won my first giveaway!  Uhm, Hello Starbucks gift card from the sweet, fellow Starbucks addict, Becky. If she really is the Java Mama like her blog title proclaims, then I MUST be her sister from another mister because I  possibly, very likely definitely qualify for a Starbucks intervention.  Especially during holiday season.

The most amaze thing about winning, you ask?  I NEVER, hardly ever, well, okay maybe once before, have ever entered a giveaway.  Probably because I get all nervous with rafflecopter entries.  Like, how do you tweet that you entered a giveaway?  "Oh heeeey! I just entered a giveaway on Becky's blog!"  Would that have been right?  #Somebodypleasehelpme #twitterphobe  So yes, this was likely the second one I'd ever entered and I probably only had two entries.  One for being a follower.  Another for commenting.  But, yeah, I won.  And the email I received from Becky yesterday was like Santa coming down my chimney 22 days early! Thanks again, Becky!

As if that wasn't enough, I was nominated for the Liebster Award by the ever-so-sweet, new mama of two, Meg, at Staying home with Scarlett---though technically she's Staying Home with Scarlett & Poppy, now!  I was a little giddy, as I am new to this blog gig and it amazes me that people actually read my ramblings.  I've had several other blogs but this go around, I'm really enjoying actually being a part of the blogger community...reading, posting comments, hopping around, linking-up.

Unfortunately, I can't fulfill all the requirements of the Leibster award.  Womp womp.
 

This award is given to new or up and coming bloggers (which I am) who have less than 200 followers (which I do)...the award is then passed along to other bloggers in the same category to help spread the word and support one another.  

This is wear I run in to a pickle.  I do not have 11 qualified bloggers to pass this award on to.  All of you guys have gone and gotten all popular on my ass with 200+ followers, psssht.   I love all the blogs I read and legit read EVERY blog in my reader.  I am not one to follow someone just for the sake of following.  And so it's gonna take some time for me to pass this on.  But it's incentive to get out there and find some quality reads of people like me who are just strarting to share their voice.  

So, although I have to respectfully decline, I figured I'd at least share 11 random/fun facts and answer the questions that Meg was thoughtful enough to come up with! 

11 Things About Me:

1. I found the perfect leggings yesterday and I don't ever want to take them off.  Like, seriously, never ever.  

2. I am deathly afraid of lightening.  

3.  My best friend's name is also Katie, just like me.  Just Katie.  Not Katherine or Kathleen.  

4.  I was a vegetarian for 11 years.  I could totally do without meat, except bacon and pork roll, of course.

5.  I love to sing and dance, though wouldn't consider myself good at either. I can be found rocking out in my car at a red light with my daughter fist pumping in the back.

6. I feel it is more socially acceptable to do #5 while still having Jersey plates on  my car.  When I have to finally give them up, like tomorrow, and get my Ohio tags, my red light dance party days might be numbered.  Emphasis on *might*.

7. My husband was in the Marines- when he was in Iraq in 2003 I wrote him a letter every night that he was gone.

8. I am a cleaning and organizing fanatic. Completely OCD like Sleeping with the Enemy- all my labels have to face the same way and my closet is color coordinated.

9. I stay up way too late every night playing on my iPhone while I'm in bed.  I scroll though my day in pictures, just staring at my silly girl and watching videos I've taken of her because I miss her when she's sleeping.  Then I wake up and countdown to nap time because I'm exhausted and need a break.  

10.  I got engaged in a cemetery--- you can read about that here---the same cemetery that is now under 24 hour security b/c Whitney Houston is laid to rest there. 

11.  In less than 72 hours I will pregnant until proven otherwise.  My Frozen Embryo Transfer is scheduled for Thursday at 12:30. 

11 Questions From Meg 

1. What is your biggest guilty pleasure? Expensive jeans and hand bags.  Oh yeah, and cookies, cakes, candy etc.

2. If you could travel to one place in time, where would you go? Probably the late 1800's- early 1900's...simpler times...like Little House on the Prairie.

3. Can you tell me about one of your favorite blogs?   Well duh, Meg's blog, of course!  She is definitely a favorite...love reading about moms raising little girls like me. 

4. Did you buy a Powerball ticket for the $550 million jackpot?! No! Though I did beg my husband to stop at the store on his way home from work.

5. What are your top name choices for your next baby or pet?!  (I probably won't steal them!;) If it's a girl, I am not sure.  I was so certain of Elena's name and it is still one of the best choices I've ever made. Naming a second girl will be tough.  For a boy, our top contender the first time around was Luca or Rocco.  

6. Are your holiday cards ordered?!  Is your tree up??! OMG! NO!  Don't remind me.  I am usually so on top of this.  But this year I wasn't totally happy with our pics so I am stalling.  Must get on it though.  And no, no tree :(  We are staying with family for the month of December so decided not to decorate in Ohio since we won't be there.  We'll hopefully get to trim the tree with several family and friends in NJ, though. 

7. What's one thing you love about where you are from? What's not to love about NJ??? The Jersey shore, of course and the fact that I can get in my car and drive to the beach, to the city, or to the country all within an hour. 

8. What is one of your biggest pet peeves? Rude people.  Like if you don't hold the door for me or if you don't give me the hand wave if I graciously let you cut me off...I will audibly sigh, preferably loud enough for you to hear.  Or give you the finger if I'm in my car.  It's so much easier to be nice, people!

9. What is a favorite someecard that you've found??  

10. Recommend a favorite children's book.  (From your childhood or that your kids like.) Pat the Bunny.  A classic favorite of mine and my toddler's.  We're also big on Night Night Little Pookie these days.  I read it about 3 times each night.  I love all of Sandra Boynton's books. 

11. Where is your favorite place to shop online? Anywhere that has free shipping and free returns! 

Thanks again, Becky and Meg! 

So What! Wednesday

 
 

This week I am saying So What! if...

• I think you're a tool if you haven't gone over to Erin's blog to donate to sweet Isaac. 

• I had to add this "so what" to apologize for the formatting on this post...WHY won't it give me spaces?  HELP!

• I'm bummed we aren't putting up our Christmas decorations this year since we're leaving Friday to spend the month in NJ. 

• I do things as I parent I said I never would.  You wanna walk around the house eating a meatball?  Go for it, kid!  Whatever works.

• I stay up way too late stalking fertility forums now that I'm in the thick of my FET.

• I get ridiculous satisfaction when Elena asks for more of her breakfast, lunch, or dinner.  I love when she's being a good eater.

• I spent yesterday's almost 3 hour nap neglecting everything I needed to do and instead typed up a nerdy travel checklist for Elena, Paul, myself.  And the dog.

• I've been a slacker with my Turbo Fire workouts and logging on MFP.  It's the holidays.

• I'm a boogie nazi.  I cannot exercise self control when it comes to seeing a boogie in Elena's nose.  I have to go after it immediately.  At this point she actually sticks the boogie sucker up her own nose.

• I fear I'm also a toothbrush nazi.  Girlfriend hates brushing her teeth.  I've tried EVERYTHING!

• I can't get into any of the music shows out there.  I was an American Idol girl.

• Getting an email or comment from one of my blogger girl crushes makes my day.

• I wake up excited for my morning coffee.  Even though it's decaf.

• I always think even though should be one word. 

• I know Elena is gonna flip her shit and cry hysterically when I put her on Santa's lap.

• I'm kind of excited for that photo op.  #meanmommy

Happy Wednesday! Excited to see what you're so what-ing this week!

Isaac Strong

I've been sitting here staring blankly at the computer for the last 17 minutes.  Searching for a way to start this post and put words to how I am feeling.  How I've felt since reading about Isaac last night on Erin's blog. 

Initially, and obviously, I was filled with sadness.  I mean, reading about anyone fighting Cancer is sad.  But reading about a 6 year old, bright-eyed, Lego-loving, son, brother, grandson, nephew, and friend who is being prepared by his parents to meet Jesus because he likely will lose his battle to Cancer?  That is utter, devastating sadness. The kind I just cannot wrap my brain around. 

I also felt admiration and inspiration.  Admiration for Erin, who initiated this call to help.  Her own blogger APB.  Utilizing her voice and her blog as a platform to bring people together to rally around this sweet little boy.  How many MORE people are saying and thinking and praying the name Isaac right. this. very. second because of that blog post.  The power of the Internet, people.  It is for real.  

And how could we all not be inspired.  Look at this sweet face.  Oh, Isaac, you have no idea how far your story and smile will reach, sweet boy.  You have touched lives. 

I clicked over and read Isaac's story.  I literally fell to my knees within minutes of reading his mother's words, quoting Coldplay's Yellow:

"Isaac, for you I'd bleed myself dry." 

They say there is no greater love than the love a mother has for her child.  I can attest to this now.  As a mother.  I get it.  I can literally feel my own heart physically aching just imagining something happening to my child. 

Please be moved enough to click Erin's widget and donate.  I mean, seriously...if all 3,000+ followers of LIY donated $5?  The equivalent of a drink at Starbucks?  We are talking substantial financial relief.  And though money won't cure Isaac of his cancer, it will help make life easier for his family.  It will alleviate some of their financial burden. 

Carve out 5 minutes of your time to sit in the quiet, offering up your prayers to God.  If all of the praying people who follow LIY said a prayer for Isaac, we'd be storming Heaven with Isaac's name for sure.  I believe in the power of prayer.  And yes, I DO believe in miracles.  

There is something powerful and great in the works here.  It's crazy how things happen.  One thought, so small, catches momentum and catapults forward to become a movement.  A call to help from one voice has become masses shouting Isaac Strong. 

Thanksgiving- Done & Done

Linking up with Becky to show and tell our Turkey Day...

With Thanksgiving 2012 in the rear view mirror, I can proudly put a check next to learn to cook a turkey and eat my weight in stuffing and sweet potatoes.  In one sitting.  On multiple occasions.  #leftovers #itswhatsfordinner

Operation Host Thanksgiving in Ohio was a success.  Also a success?  Me gaining the 5 pounds I worked so hard to lose.  All in 4 days.  Damn you, pumpkin pie.  So, it is probably safe to say that I'll be wearing leggings and yoga pants for the foreseeable future.

It was all worth it, though.  The stress of planning, the back and forth to the grocery store because I forgot something I needed {like 5 times}, the lbs I packed on.  All of it.  To be able to sit around the table with people I love, eating good food, laughing, telling stories, reminiscing, giving thanks to Our Father for all of our blessings? That, my friends, is the good life.   And I am grateful.

Elena and her Great Aunt Nancy

Me and my amazing Aunt Charlene...my mom's sister

Elena and her Great Uncle Charlie...Mom's baby bro

As it is on all holidays, the absence of my parents was amplified.  Particularly the absence of my mother, who has only been gone 5 years.  It would be easy for me to forget the holidays now that they are both gone.  They certainly don't feel the same without them.  But it is important for me to carry on with our family traditions, especially now that I have a daughter of my own.  Keeping with tradition helps to keep my parents' legacy alive.  When I reflect on the holidays we shared and the things we did that separated those days from any ordinary day it makes my heart smile.  I want to create those same memories for my child.

And so, when I woke up on Thursday morning before the sun was up, I imagined my mother on dozens of Thanksgivings before me, doing the same.  Setting up shop in the kitchen to chop and boil and baste the morning away, filling the house with comforting and familiar scents.  Preparing to lay out a feast for the people I love.

I took one of her framed pictures and placed it on the counter so she could keep a watchful eye over me in the kitchen.  I talked to her as I prepared the stuffing and just ached for her to be there with me.  In that moment, I gave thanks that, though her time with me was not enough, every second of it was so full and rich with love. And full of tradition.

In keeping with tradition, I stuffed and cooked a turkey just like my Mom, thanks to my aunt who came to visit.  I made potato candy and I stuffed dates just like we have done every year that I can remember.  I kept my mashed potatoes just a little bit lumpy 'cause that's how I like them.  I made green bean casserole, even though it isn't my favorite and kind of grosses me out.  I rocked the candied sweet potatoes and almost shed a tear when they were gone.  Yes!  They are *that* good!  I introduced a new recipe- corn casserole- that wasn't half bad.  I even made my Mom's famous Christmas Morning Monkey Bread, though I can never perfect it like she did.  We rounded out the meal with cranberry sauce and 2 homemade pies--one pumpkin, one apple--baked by my uncle.  It was damn near perfect.

Our Feast

Monkey Bread for breakfast

We acknowledged the people who are no longer with us and gave thanks to the Lord, asking Him to help us do the next best thing in our lives.  It was truly a day to give thanks. 

We said good bye to our family last night {Saturday}.  Our family that so graciously made the long drive from NJ and MD to spend the holiday with us.  It was truly a wonderful time and felt so good to have familiar faces in this new home of ours.  It felt a little more like home today when I woke up---I suppose now that my aunts and uncles and cousin had come and left a little of their love behind.  Elena enjoyed every second of the attention she got.  And my family just ate her up.  I loved sitting back and watching them interact.  She is at such a fun and remarkable age.  Everyone got quite a few laughs from her.

Miller Lites for all!

How else would one eat mashed potatoes?

Unfortunately, I did a terrible job documenting the holiday and our time together.  Probably not one single shot of all of us together.  In fact, probably not even one of half of us together.  Hosting has it's obligations and those seemed to trump manning the camera.  I did manage a few grainy cell phone shots of my first Thanksgiving spread.  And a few of Elena loving up her great aunts and uncles and cousin.  Next time I host, I'll make a point to delegate camera duty.  It beats dish duty!

Hope you all had a fabulous Thanksgiving!

This is how we make babies

I actually started my first blog in 2008 to document the beginning of our journey with infertility.  It was a private blog with no followers.  Equal Parts Hope and Faith.  It was really just an online journal to document the pain and frustration that burdened my heart. I deleted it a while back.  All of that emotion and information and research.  I wish I hadn't, but I can be hasty like that on rare occasion. 

I had another blog I started when I learned I was pregnant for the first time, back in February 2010.  I documented everything.  Cycle days.  Protocol.  Doctor appointments.  It was the first space I wrote the words- "I'm Pregnant." 

And then on St. Patrick's Day I learned my pregnancy was no longer viable.  And was told to go home and wait to miscarry.  So I did.  With a hole in my heart.  I never wrote about the miscarriage.  I ended up having to have a D&C on April 6, 2010.  It was a day that breaks my heart over and over.  My baby was a little boy.  He would have been two this month.  I quit blogging while I tried to heal the hole in my heart.  Again, I wish I hadn't.  For me, writing is healing and I should have given a voice to those emotions. 

When I began preparing for my 5th fertility treatment (4 IVF cycles + 1 FET), I decided that I was not going to blog about it.  I can be superstitious and felt that maybe I was jinxing myself, prematurely getting my hopes up.  Sharing too much of what might not be mine to keep.  Ridiculously juvenile thinking in hindsight.  I get that now.

It was a difficult cycle.  I developed severe OHSS and was on bed rest.  I was  pregnant with multiples and lost Baby A at 9 weeks.  Our second angel.  They actually suspect I was pregnant with triplets but the third sac was empty so it was never confirmed. 

I wish that I had blogged during that time.  I wish that I had the foresight to know that this pregnancy was real and would last and would be the one to finally make me a mother.  But I didn't.  I took pictures of my belly every week, documenting a pregnancy I didn't believe was real, but I didn't write about it. I am grateful for those pictures but sad that I didn't capture my pregnancy with words the way I had always dreamed I would. I didn't write in any of the pregnancy journals I received as gifts.  Didn't fill in the pregnancy calendar identical to the one I had been so detailed with for my first pregnancy.  I couldn't shake the feeling that this baby was not guaranteed to be mine until I held her in my arms. 

I suppose that is what happens when you become comfortable and accepting of the struggle.  And I don't mean just infertility.  I have always been a glass half full type of girl despite the hardships I've endured.  But I carefully balance that with always waiting for the other shoe to drop. 

So although I'm not ready to delve into the complexity and severity of our infertility, I do feel that I am ready to make a home for parts of it on this blog.  And I am certainly open to discussing or answering questions if you'd like to direct them to me in an email. 

So that brings me to today.  Where I get to share that we are working on Baby #2.  It sure isn't happening the fun old-fashioned way, but I've grieved that loss already.  It still stings from time to time, but I am ever grateful to modern medicine and all that has enabled Paul and I to become parents.

We have 4 frozen embryos from our last IVF cycle (the one that gave us our miracle, Elena) that are sitting on ice in NJ waiting for us.  We have decided that since we will be home in NJ for the month of December, we will coordinate a Frozen Embryo Transfer with our trip so we can cycle with our beloved fertility clinic. 

I am nervous and anxious and scared and uncertain.  Translation- I am down right panicked.  But excited, hopeful, and positive at the same time.

So yes, friends, this is happening right now.  This is how we make babies. 

Baby making cocktail sprawled out on my mother-in-law's bed...scandalous! 

If you decide that you don't want to follow along as I document this go-around, I understand.  But I'm making no apologies and no hasty blog-deleting decisions, no matter what the outcome.

 I realize that, although infertility doesn't define me or my husband, it is a huge part of our lives.  One that I feel needs to be included and incorporated throughout this blog of mine, as it is still painful and real and present, even now that I have a child. 

Once Upon a Dime is here to stay. 

Shiny and New

So here's why I'm loving blogging...

It's become an outlet to just share things---Big things & little things.  Even if no one is interested or cares to read about them.  It's sort of like transcribing the voice of my inner monologue, but with less cursing and some censoring of my weirdness.

It's cathartic.  Once Elena goes to bed,  I'm lonely.  Paul is generally out of town 4 nights a week, so  catching up and commenting on blogs, and sharing what's been going on during our days and in my mind keeps me busy.  Less lonely.  Awww, yea for cyber friends. 

I'm loving how it's allowed me to connect with others who inspire me, make me laugh, pique my curiosity, and make me want to put on something other than yoga pants everyday.  I vow to post an #ootd  before my blogging days are over.  Hold me to it.

It's introduced me to fellow Ohio bloggers, whom I'm really hoping I get to meet this weekend, and who won't judge me because I'm the RBN {Resident Blog Newb} with only 37 followers.

It's capturing our story.  Which is really what this is all about to me.  I struggle daily with my intentions here.  Some days my posts are fluff, and I'm disappointed.  Some days they delve deep, and I wonder if it's normal or okay to share so much with complete strangers---things that even in real life people don't know.  Other days, they serve as a running record of our life....simple, boring, fun, and challenging as it may be.

I want to look back here as a way to remember the details.  The stories behind the pictures.  I want to challenge myself to be more creative, more honest, more committed to something that makes me feel good.  Writing makes me feel good.

You know what else makes me feel good?  Pretty blog designs.  I'm envious of all the creative people out there who are saavy enough to pimp their own blogs.  I tried that a few times.  I failed.  Though I did finally learn how to add page tabs and thought I was  a genius.

So guess what I'm doing?  Going all shiny and new.  Getting a pretty new design here at Once Upon a Dime.  

At first, I felt sort of silly at first paying for a blog design since I don't have a substantial following and wasn't sure how invested I was in keeping up with my piece of the internet.  And then I realized how foolish that sounded.  Regardless of my following, regardless of how long I wind up blogging or how often, this is my space.  It should reflect my style.  It should make me feel good when I click "View Blog."

I purchased a pre-made blog template from Designer Blogs.  I may just be the most indecisive person on the planet, so to even decide on a design and commit to it,  is huge.  I figure, I'm still quite green when it comes to all the blogosphere know-how, so something custom can wait until I'm a little more seasoned. 

I'm super excited and can't wait to see how it turns out.  Stay tuned!

And because every post needs a picture, here are my two babies...

Professional road-trippers: Lainey and Lola

USMC Birthday & My favorite Veteran

In keeping with tradition, we celebrated the Marine Corp birthday in the city of brotherly love.

Philadelphia.

Birthplace of the USMC. 

We've gone to Cookie's Tavern for the past several years to gather with hundreds of others to celebrate.  

Cookie's Tavern- 10th & Oregon

 

 

 

 

 

Most importantly, gathered with our favorite Marines. 

And favorite Marine wives.

My girl, Jess.  She was my rock when the boys were deployed.  I wouldn't have survived without her love, friendship and support.  I love this woman. 

I really don't think that there is anything sweeter than seeing those you love in their happy place.  This is my husband's happy place.  

These are my husband's happy people.  

 

When they get together, it's as if they haven't missed a beat.  Even if it's been a year since they've seen one another.  They crack beers and tell stories.  Rib on each other and laugh.  My goodness, do they laugh.  At one point, Paul told me his cheeks were aching from laughing so much.  My cheeks hurt from laughing at him laughing. 

I'm happy to be the sober driver.  So he can go and share this time and tradition with his buddies brothers.  I'm fine to stand back and nurse a 22 ounce just watch .  Soaking up the happiness and catching the contagious laughter.  

And I love that it's become a tradition and something we look forward to every year.  Something that he looks forward to sharing with me, with Elena---she went while she was in my belly two years ago, and as a little thing at 6 months old last year.  And now this year, she wowed everyone with how big she's gotten, and of course her cuteness and sass.

Best buddies

It was truly a great day.  The weather was perfect.  The company was perfect.  And even my never-naps-in-a-stroller child was perfect.  She actually fell asleep right at her nap time, despite the revving Harley's, the raucous band, and the hundreds of drunk people all around her.  Ahhh-may-zing. 

 

So grateful to be able to celebrate such a special day with my special hero.  

I honor him today, as we observe Veteran's Day, and all the other brave men and women who have served our great country.   I stand in awe of their selfless bravery and courage every single day.  

Semper Fidelis