So, we have had quite the changes happen recently.
I went to go get our taxes done and while I was there I got to talking to the man who was doing our taxes, who happened to be the owner. It came up that we had been looking for a job, and so I asked if he knew of any, and he said that he had been looking for someone that he could train so that he could retire. So, he met with Geren a couple of times, and voila! Geren is now an accountant!
We feel like God is so aware of us and our needs and is completely in control of our lives. I think back to when we had both graduated BYU and we knew it was time to move on. I remember feeling stressed because we didn't know where we were going to go, and what we were going to do. Geren's brother gave us the opportunity to come and work for his plumbing business. That has been a blessing to our lives, and plumbing is very handy to know how to do! In the long run, though, G realized that he wanted to do something that wouldn't be as physically taxing. We had been looking for a job for awhile, and nothing was working. Even though we had our doubts, we just kept feeling like when the timing was right, something would work out. The great thing is, the owner's had been praying for someone as well, and they feel like G is that answer. Miracle!
In my mind I like to think of Joseph (and the coat of many colors... that Joseph) when he finally reveals to his brothers who he really is, he tells them to not be mad at themselves that they sent him to Egypt, because he realizes that God sent him there. That is how we feel, that God sent us here and directs our lives.
So, there you go. It has been 2 weeks now, and so far, we both love the new job. I always think he looks so handsome going to work in his collared shirts. ;)
In other news, My sister in law and I are headed up to BYU Womens Conference next week! And I am so excited!!! It will be a kid-free trip. I am not sure I have ever had one of those before. Have I? (no, I don't think I have). It will be a very much needed break.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
What's that you say?
You want an update and TONS of pictures? Well, okay then!
A month ago, we got to go to Iowa for spring break to visit my parents house. It was so great to see the family, especially after a very long 19 hour drive!
On the way there both Quincey and I developed yucky colds. So, finally on Wednesday we went to the dr to get checked. Quincey had bronchitis, Maiya had double ear infections and bronchitis, and I had pneumonia. Too bad we didn't go earlier, but we just kept thinking it would go away. Oh well, if you have to be sick, it might as well be where your mommy can take care of you. (bad thing is, we gave her the bronchitis too :( sorry!)
But other than that minor set back, we had a very enjoyable time! We got to go to Nauvoo, and visit the Swedeberg museum where I picked up a Swedish cookbook and some lingonberries ;) We got to see where my mom and dad work. Got to watch movies, and go to the children museum! The kids loved hanging out with Aunt Brianna, and Uncle Brad. And they loved their ferret Claudio.
(as evidenced by the following photo)
A month ago, we got to go to Iowa for spring break to visit my parents house. It was so great to see the family, especially after a very long 19 hour drive!
On the way there both Quincey and I developed yucky colds. So, finally on Wednesday we went to the dr to get checked. Quincey had bronchitis, Maiya had double ear infections and bronchitis, and I had pneumonia. Too bad we didn't go earlier, but we just kept thinking it would go away. Oh well, if you have to be sick, it might as well be where your mommy can take care of you. (bad thing is, we gave her the bronchitis too :( sorry!)
But other than that minor set back, we had a very enjoyable time! We got to go to Nauvoo, and visit the Swedeberg museum where I picked up a Swedish cookbook and some lingonberries ;) We got to see where my mom and dad work. Got to watch movies, and go to the children museum! The kids loved hanging out with Aunt Brianna, and Uncle Brad. And they loved their ferret Claudio.
(as evidenced by the following photo)
Maiya crawled into Claudio's cage, all by herself!
On the way back we decided to break the trip up a little better. We went a little bit longer route, but we got to go see some church sites. We saw, Far West. We stopped at Liberty Jail, and then we got to stop by Geren's sister Marche's house in Oklahoma. The kids got to play while we had great conversation, and gave a great place to stay before the last stretch home. (next time, we will have to stay longer) :)
We also stopped at the Aquarium in Albuquerque, and finally made it home! Whew! What a great trip. Hope to go again real soon!
Maiya and Izzie :)
At the Children's Museum
Waitress Maiya
She got very good tips!
Making the Pizza
Number 10? Number 10? Your Pizza is ready.
Pilot Quincey
Dress up time!
Ice Cream time!
(yes, Quincey? Do you have a Question?)
Aunt Brianna<3 eating our favorite flavor.. bubble gum ice cream :)
Geren eating bubble gum ice cream, but not enjoying it as much as Bri and I
Maiya chose Cotton candy to match her shirt. :)
Far West
(can you tell Quincey has learned to pose?)
Liberty Jail
Entry door at the Liberty Jail
Albuquerque Aquarium
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Chronic Losers Resort to Chocolate
So, as you could tell by my last post, it was a little bit of a rough weekend for me. But, I wanted to share with you what helped me to get through it.......
TADA!
I made Molten Lava Cakes. They were so good. And by the way, I am saving all my pennies for this cookbook.
(because all of my efforts to win one in a giveaway have failed.) :(
You see, there are some people in this world who always win drawings and stuff. I have met one, we were at an event together, and she explained how if there is a drawing she will always win, she just has good luck... her whole entire life. And she really did win a prize beating hundreds of people! Anyway, i am the opposite of her, if the drawing was between me and another person, the other person would win. Oh well, we all have our trials in life...... but I still got my lava cakes ;)
TADA!
You see, there are some people in this world who always win drawings and stuff. I have met one, we were at an event together, and she explained how if there is a drawing she will always win, she just has good luck... her whole entire life. And she really did win a prize beating hundreds of people! Anyway, i am the opposite of her, if the drawing was between me and another person, the other person would win. Oh well, we all have our trials in life...... but I still got my lava cakes ;)
Sunday, March 6, 2011
One Year Ago
It has been a year since my whole Molar Pregnancy crap went down. For some reason it has been on my mind a little more lately and I am dealing with the whole tragedy more now because I am at a place where I am more able to. I wanted to record a few more details about it and I think I am ready to vent a little bit about how it has been dealing with it.
I was 8 weeks along when I woke up in a pool of blood. I had been so incredibly sick the month before, throwing up many times a day. I was aware that my belly was growing really fast. I also had been spotting throughout. I had a blessing when I found out that I was pregnant saying that the baby would be healthy and that I would have special experiences with this pregnancy, and that I should write them down in a journal to share with the baby. You can imagine how that made it harder to let go and believe when I found out it never was a baby at all, but a tumor of rapid growing placental tissue. But, in time, I was able to come to terms with that.
When I miscarried, on a Friday morning, I went to my midwife and she took some blood just to make sure all of the hormones were going down like they should. Geren took me to IHOP and we mourned the loss but the midwives said we could try again as soon as we felt ready, and we were glad about that. The next morning, I called the mid-wife and said that I was still as sick as ever. Her theory was that I was pregnant with twins and that I lost one of them. That gave us hope again. She also mentioned that it could be a Molar Pregnancy... I looked it up, and I remember telling Geren, "Lets hope it's not that because you have to wait a year before you can try again!" Little did I know that that was the least of my worries. She told me to go get another blood test, and so I did. That evening I passed TONS of blood clots so much so that we gave up hope that there was still a baby in there and leaned toward the MP. The next morning, Sunday, I got a call from my midwife saying that my hcg hormone was off the charts (1, 570,000) and that it was definitely a MP.
The doctor here was too afraid to do the D&C because it is a much riskier surgery than with a normal pregnancy because it is more difficult to stop the bleeding, so I was flown to Albuquerque. The doctor warned me that if they couldn't stop the bleeding they would do a hysterectomy, everything went fine.
They told me it was a very slim chance that i would have to do chemotherapy, only 30% have to. But I had to! For 4 months. So, what I thought was going to be a 12 month wait became a 16 month wait. My feelings about trying again are, I think, similar to anyone who has had an abnormal pregnancy. I am anxious, but it is scary.
I was at Deseret Book yesterday, and was browsing the grieving section, because I have been more interested in trying to find some comforting literature, but there isn't any specifically on MP's. I decided to read a book called 'Gone too Soon'. I realize that it was about miscarriages and stillborn births, but the emotional impact that I had is similar, so I thought I would give it a try. While there is no official doctrine of the church stating that miscarried babies or stillborn babies will be resurrected and they will be apart of our family in heaven, many LDS members believe this. The author of the book believes in this, and suggested evidence to support this belief.
Reading this book made me a little angry! I had to go through similar emotions as any other pregnant woman who loses their baby, but I don't get to have the comforting hope that I will be able to see the baby again, because it never was a baby! I just think it's not really fair. (yes, I am sounding like a 2 year old).
When I have explained to people what a Molar Pregnancy is, (the egg has no DNA in it and when it is fertilized it creates a tumor of the placental tissues), I have gotten some responses like, " Oh, well, that makes it easier to know that it never was a baby." But, it really doesn't.
Time has gone really fast though, and I am so thankful for the health that I have enjoyed since then. And may I just say that I have learned a lot from this experience, and it has helped me to feel closer to friends, family, and to God.
I was 8 weeks along when I woke up in a pool of blood. I had been so incredibly sick the month before, throwing up many times a day. I was aware that my belly was growing really fast. I also had been spotting throughout. I had a blessing when I found out that I was pregnant saying that the baby would be healthy and that I would have special experiences with this pregnancy, and that I should write them down in a journal to share with the baby. You can imagine how that made it harder to let go and believe when I found out it never was a baby at all, but a tumor of rapid growing placental tissue. But, in time, I was able to come to terms with that.
When I miscarried, on a Friday morning, I went to my midwife and she took some blood just to make sure all of the hormones were going down like they should. Geren took me to IHOP and we mourned the loss but the midwives said we could try again as soon as we felt ready, and we were glad about that. The next morning, I called the mid-wife and said that I was still as sick as ever. Her theory was that I was pregnant with twins and that I lost one of them. That gave us hope again. She also mentioned that it could be a Molar Pregnancy... I looked it up, and I remember telling Geren, "Lets hope it's not that because you have to wait a year before you can try again!" Little did I know that that was the least of my worries. She told me to go get another blood test, and so I did. That evening I passed TONS of blood clots so much so that we gave up hope that there was still a baby in there and leaned toward the MP. The next morning, Sunday, I got a call from my midwife saying that my hcg hormone was off the charts (1, 570,000) and that it was definitely a MP.
The doctor here was too afraid to do the D&C because it is a much riskier surgery than with a normal pregnancy because it is more difficult to stop the bleeding, so I was flown to Albuquerque. The doctor warned me that if they couldn't stop the bleeding they would do a hysterectomy, everything went fine.
They told me it was a very slim chance that i would have to do chemotherapy, only 30% have to. But I had to! For 4 months. So, what I thought was going to be a 12 month wait became a 16 month wait. My feelings about trying again are, I think, similar to anyone who has had an abnormal pregnancy. I am anxious, but it is scary.
I was at Deseret Book yesterday, and was browsing the grieving section, because I have been more interested in trying to find some comforting literature, but there isn't any specifically on MP's. I decided to read a book called 'Gone too Soon'. I realize that it was about miscarriages and stillborn births, but the emotional impact that I had is similar, so I thought I would give it a try. While there is no official doctrine of the church stating that miscarried babies or stillborn babies will be resurrected and they will be apart of our family in heaven, many LDS members believe this. The author of the book believes in this, and suggested evidence to support this belief.
Reading this book made me a little angry! I had to go through similar emotions as any other pregnant woman who loses their baby, but I don't get to have the comforting hope that I will be able to see the baby again, because it never was a baby! I just think it's not really fair. (yes, I am sounding like a 2 year old).
When I have explained to people what a Molar Pregnancy is, (the egg has no DNA in it and when it is fertilized it creates a tumor of the placental tissues), I have gotten some responses like, " Oh, well, that makes it easier to know that it never was a baby." But, it really doesn't.
Time has gone really fast though, and I am so thankful for the health that I have enjoyed since then. And may I just say that I have learned a lot from this experience, and it has helped me to feel closer to friends, family, and to God.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Silly AND Pretty
This is how I found Maiya the other day. The hat and outfit are her own idea ;)
And here is the little model shooting me some poses. My little girl is growing up!
Friday, February 25, 2011
New Project!
I have found a fun way to keep up my Swedish and combine it with my love for cooking. I have been converting Swedish recipes into English. I decided to turn the recipes into a blog, so that I can keep the recipes documented. I call it Swenglish Kitchen. You can find it here at www.swenglishkitchen.blogspot.com
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Quincey's first talk in primary!
Quincey was assigned his first talk in Primary at church. He was so excited, and he did a really good job! I recorded it on my ipod, so it is in 2 separate sections. My little boy is sure growing up!
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