As I think back to these last three months of Bentley's life, I have to sigh and be thankful that it has only been three months. Bentley has kept his mommy and daddy on their toes for these last months.
Some of the highs that I can write about are that he has two teeth, rolls over, sits up, can crawl, can pull himself up on his own, can stand on his own (for a split second), will walk along holding onto furniture, can turn pages in a book, can hold his own bottle, laughs and loves to play with daddy, recognizes mommy's car horn when she comes to pick him, sleeps through the night (as long as he is feeling good), listens well, holds his spoons, loves to chew on everything, says Momma and is working on Dada. One of his favorite pass times is to chase the dogs; oh the irony!
Some of the lows that we have experienced over these last three months Big B has had 4 ear infections, been diagnosed with GERDs, three allergic reactions (red benadryll, omnicef and strawberries), have been to urgent care too many times to want to count, completed round one with the dermatologist, and allergists. Through allergy testing we know that he is allergic to: egg, milk, dogs and mildly to: soy, wheat, and whey. We have been through over 5 different types of lotion and his skin is still dry.
I have gone back and forth in my own head as to how come I have not diligently taken pictures of him each month. I have wondered and thought about what that means about me as a mom and what is Bentley going to miss out from not having these pictures. We take pictures often of him, but I have not done a "monthly" picture thing and I do not think that I will be either any time soon, just because I have accepted that it is not me. We tried making our own baby food and to no real avail was I successful. Big B has eaten carrots and is now onto peas. We are stressed and questioning what his skin is trying to communicate to us. We sometimes feel like we are being overly concerned, but we have learned to trust our parental instincts.
When most people talk to us about what is going on they are "sadden" by our story. There are times when we are overwhelmed with everything that we have been blessed with in our son. I have developed a new passion for reading and following various "pray for ###;" babies that are preemies. I follow their stories diligently and pray constantly for them. Each time I read those stories I praise God for the health of our son, insurance to take care of him, and the peace knowing that God will carry us through it all.
After we tried over 4 different formulas we have finally found one in Neocate at a cheap $45 a can; but PRAISE THE LORD our insurance covers it all!!
When our Bentley smiles, laughs, climbs, and plays: the sleepless nights, thrown up on clothes, and lows are all worth it. Scott and I are settling into being God-honoring parents trying to continuously love Bentley the way that God has called us to.
Weighs:16.6 lbs
Length:27in
Diaper Size: size 3
Clothes: 6-9 months
New Places Big B has Been to: Sea World(Family Fun), Train Museum(Trip with Daddy), Casino (Mommy ate at the Buffet), Cabazon (Shopping with Mommy)
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Saturday, January 19, 2013
1/4 of a year old Today
At first I did not think that I was going to blog about Bentley, but as I sit and think about how much has changed since he was born I think that I should. He is 1/4 of a year old today January 20, 2013 at 10:20 pm. Over these last three months Scott and I have been overwhelmed with the joy that his little spirit brings. He started eating right away with no problems. He slept like his momma until he had his first allergic reaction to formula and since then we are trying to get him back to that pattern again.
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| 1st Halloween |
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Thanksgiving 2012 |
- Weight: 13 lbs
- Height: 24 inches
- New Skills: putting his hands in his mouth, recognizing Scott and I's voices and faces, knowing what his bottle means, rolling over, notices the trees blowing outside the window, wants to look at the tv and sometimes cries when he does not get to watch it, coos, laughs, and opens his mouth for momma kisses
- Diaper size: 1 since the day he was born :)
- Clothes size: newborn (only the day he came home from the hospital), 3 month are getting a little tight and it depends on the shirt, and 6 month pants folded over once (they are long enough for him though)
- New Allergies: Baby Formula, Vitamin D supplement
- Favorite pass time: Cooing and smiling at mommy and daddy on their bed
- Places we have Gone as a Family: Downtown Disney and Balboa Pier
Friday, September 21, 2012
Patience, Rest, and His Timing
Starting back on Sept 6th; I started to feel contractions. They were not too painful, but were uncomfortable and I could feel the baby dropping and adding pressure to me. Breathing, relaxing, and teaching through them that day required a bit of work, BUT I did it. Most of my colleagues at work who knew what I was going through were confident that the baby was coming that weekend. The contractions progressed and increased in sharpness and timing. On Sunday I started timing the contractions and they were about 5 minutes apart...so we went into labor and delivery.
We were monitored, checked, and told that there would be no baby today; BUT they did confidently tell me that I would probably not make it to October. They put me off work for two days which was so difficult to relax on the couch and not work. Scott was great and stayed home with me for both days. The doctor predicted that I would have my baby within a few days of my first baby shower on Sept 19th or 20th. The contractions have not really stopped since Thursday when they began.
I had a doctor's appointment on Sept 19th. I went in thinking that the doctor would tell me that I was progressing more and that the baby would be ready to come out...BUT...NOPE!!! When I was checked in at the doctor's my blood pressure was really high and was not coming down despite my attempts to relax. I proceeded with my appointment and the doctor was extremely concerned about how swollen my feet and legs were. She told me that in the interest of my health and the babies health that I would need to go to labor and delivery for further monitoring of the baby and I to make sure that I did not have toxemia or preclampsyia.
Before I went to be monitored she told me that I was going to need to stop working. She told me that my swelling and blood pressure were high because of the amount of movement that I do in my regular school day. She asked me if I sat down for most of my day...I honestly had to tell her that I would not teach from my desk everyday. So I was going to need to stop working right away.
While I was monitored the nurse told me that the contractions that I am feeling regularly are because I am dehydrated. I was confused on how I could be dehydrated...I drank 80 ounces of water a day and a gatorade at minimum in the day. Maybe it was the amount of sweat that I did daily that was making me dehydrated.
I stressfully went back to my classroom to set up for my Thursday and Friday sub days. My first choice long term sub was waiting on a final clearance to happen. I wanted to cry because this was not the way that I wanted to leave my classroom. I wanted to leave the students because I was going to have the baby, NOT to be put on BED REST. I am officially on bed rest from my doctor because she wants my swelling to go down and for my blood pressure to get regulated. I go back to the doctor's on Tuesday and I am hoping that she will let me be able to do some stuff at home within reason so that I am not just able to walk to the restroom and kitchen.
What I have learned in this pregnancy
...patience...I have been told that patience is a virtue. I regularly practice patience with my students, but do not actually practice patience in my life. I am an impatient person when it comes to things that I cannot control in my life. I am going to be refined in this virtue over the next few weeks.
....rest...Over the summer I recommitted to taking a sabbath each Sunday resting and not doing any work. Most of the summer I took naps on the days that I was able to and did not feel bad about it. I am now being forced to rest and I am learning that I need to find peace in bed rest.
...timing...I have absolutely no control on the timing that everything has taken place. Scott and I did not plan out this pregnancy and were wonderfully surprised to find out that I was pregnant. I also learning that our wonderful surprise will make their appearance in their own timing too. There will be nothing that I can do to speed up or slow down this timing. I know who is in control of my life, but I might not be submitting to HIS timing.
Having patience in God's timing will help me to rest during this time that I wait for our baby.
We were monitored, checked, and told that there would be no baby today; BUT they did confidently tell me that I would probably not make it to October. They put me off work for two days which was so difficult to relax on the couch and not work. Scott was great and stayed home with me for both days. The doctor predicted that I would have my baby within a few days of my first baby shower on Sept 19th or 20th. The contractions have not really stopped since Thursday when they began.
I had a doctor's appointment on Sept 19th. I went in thinking that the doctor would tell me that I was progressing more and that the baby would be ready to come out...BUT...NOPE!!! When I was checked in at the doctor's my blood pressure was really high and was not coming down despite my attempts to relax. I proceeded with my appointment and the doctor was extremely concerned about how swollen my feet and legs were. She told me that in the interest of my health and the babies health that I would need to go to labor and delivery for further monitoring of the baby and I to make sure that I did not have toxemia or preclampsyia.
Before I went to be monitored she told me that I was going to need to stop working. She told me that my swelling and blood pressure were high because of the amount of movement that I do in my regular school day. She asked me if I sat down for most of my day...I honestly had to tell her that I would not teach from my desk everyday. So I was going to need to stop working right away.
While I was monitored the nurse told me that the contractions that I am feeling regularly are because I am dehydrated. I was confused on how I could be dehydrated...I drank 80 ounces of water a day and a gatorade at minimum in the day. Maybe it was the amount of sweat that I did daily that was making me dehydrated.
I stressfully went back to my classroom to set up for my Thursday and Friday sub days. My first choice long term sub was waiting on a final clearance to happen. I wanted to cry because this was not the way that I wanted to leave my classroom. I wanted to leave the students because I was going to have the baby, NOT to be put on BED REST. I am officially on bed rest from my doctor because she wants my swelling to go down and for my blood pressure to get regulated. I go back to the doctor's on Tuesday and I am hoping that she will let me be able to do some stuff at home within reason so that I am not just able to walk to the restroom and kitchen.
What I have learned in this pregnancy
...patience...I have been told that patience is a virtue. I regularly practice patience with my students, but do not actually practice patience in my life. I am an impatient person when it comes to things that I cannot control in my life. I am going to be refined in this virtue over the next few weeks.
....rest...Over the summer I recommitted to taking a sabbath each Sunday resting and not doing any work. Most of the summer I took naps on the days that I was able to and did not feel bad about it. I am now being forced to rest and I am learning that I need to find peace in bed rest.
...timing...I have absolutely no control on the timing that everything has taken place. Scott and I did not plan out this pregnancy and were wonderfully surprised to find out that I was pregnant. I also learning that our wonderful surprise will make their appearance in their own timing too. There will be nothing that I can do to speed up or slow down this timing. I know who is in control of my life, but I might not be submitting to HIS timing.
Having patience in God's timing will help me to rest during this time that I wait for our baby.
Friday, August 31, 2012
How are you and the Baby Mrs. Rollins?
Last year I took on the challenge of teaching an intervention class for the lowest 30 freshman in the entire school at Arlington. I had them for a class period of Algebra and an intervention class period also, back to back. This class I volunteered for and knew that at times would be challenging to teach, BUT this was exactly the class that was needed to transition out our Pre-Algebra class.
Fast forward my block kids at the end of the year know that I am pregnant and were definitely involved in the rumor has it wondering about me being pregnant. By the end of the school year 12 out of the 30's math skills were raised to grade level and they passed Algebra 1, ready for Geometry the next year.
Now to the awesome blessing that these students have been to me in the last 5 days. 1st period begins and one of my successful students enrolled in Geometry and will have me again for another year of math :) This student named A, asks how my summer is, how I am feeling, and how the baby is AND not only knows the math but confidently is helping his peers remember the math too. Later during 2nd a student comes by and waves high on their way to their next class. Then 3rd period I have 3 students again who were successful who are also confidently helping their peers with the math, who ask how the baby is and such. Then two girls came in my room at lunch to check on me, the baby and see if the doctor slipped and told me the gender yet. Then told me that they told their teacher that they were the reason why they did not pass Algebra 1 last year and that they were going to be successful this year. Then after school one of the students to extract more patience out of me than I knew I had comes by to ask how I am, if the baby is doing good, and if the freshman are being good to me (otherwise he would rough them up...LOL). I would never tell him yes, but I said that I was doing good and for him to have a good day. Day 1 major blessing knowing that at least these 7 students I had touched in some way over the course of our 2 hours we spent together everyday. The next day another unsuccessful student came by to check up on me, see how the baby was doing and ask if the baby was still growing nice and big. He told me about his success with police explorers over the summer and then headed off to class. Again my student came in after school to check on me, how I was feeling, and if the baby was good that day. I told him yes, he told me he was not going to ditch any of his classes this year (he was a frequent ditcher last year and was regularly MIA). Then came Wednesday which was an off day, but one that included being checked on by some block kids again during the day. Thursday I am visited by a new block student...baby and me checked on and wondering if the doctor slipped or not to tell me the gender. They tell me how their summer was and how their mom and them cant wait for me to have the baby so they can by me an outfit. Then I am off to the lunch football rally and one of my students who worked hard comes over and greets me with the BIGGEST smile I have ever seen on his face, gives me a side hug, and asks if I am going to the football game that night. I tell him yes...he proudly says that he is starting and number 40 (so for me to look out for him). He tells me that his math class is EASY so far :) :) My after school visitor comes back to see how the baby is again and now this makes it 3 out of 4 days, and he asks to get to come back in my room and if I miss my favorite student? I smile and tell him to have a good after noon and he tells me the same and not to work too hard. Now to Friday I have another student who comes in and gives me a hug, BIG smile and asks how the baby is doing.
As most people in education know an intervention course normally means more patience out of the teacher and more behavior problems. Their were many more spent in prayer over those seats for the students who needed more grace and peace each day. Over the summer Scott asked me if I would ever teach a block class again? Honestly after the school year I was really leaning towards NO because I felt as though I did not really help any of them grow or mature. However after this week I know in the lives of at over half of that class that I DID MAKE A HUGE DIFFERENCE in their lives. I made this difference and could tell by them going out of their way each day to check on me and the baby. Scott was shocked every night as I told him which block student came and visited me each day.
This group of students will be forever treasured in my heart and were used to remind me why I went into teaching students. Not only to teach them math, BUT to also change their lives forever. I am excited to see what will happen with this group over the next three years as they blossom and grow. As I write this down I did tear up thinking about week 1 with the block kids.
Now to answer the question...yes I would teach a block class again!!!
Fast forward my block kids at the end of the year know that I am pregnant and were definitely involved in the rumor has it wondering about me being pregnant. By the end of the school year 12 out of the 30's math skills were raised to grade level and they passed Algebra 1, ready for Geometry the next year.
Now to the awesome blessing that these students have been to me in the last 5 days. 1st period begins and one of my successful students enrolled in Geometry and will have me again for another year of math :) This student named A, asks how my summer is, how I am feeling, and how the baby is AND not only knows the math but confidently is helping his peers remember the math too. Later during 2nd a student comes by and waves high on their way to their next class. Then 3rd period I have 3 students again who were successful who are also confidently helping their peers with the math, who ask how the baby is and such. Then two girls came in my room at lunch to check on me, the baby and see if the doctor slipped and told me the gender yet. Then told me that they told their teacher that they were the reason why they did not pass Algebra 1 last year and that they were going to be successful this year. Then after school one of the students to extract more patience out of me than I knew I had comes by to ask how I am, if the baby is doing good, and if the freshman are being good to me (otherwise he would rough them up...LOL). I would never tell him yes, but I said that I was doing good and for him to have a good day. Day 1 major blessing knowing that at least these 7 students I had touched in some way over the course of our 2 hours we spent together everyday. The next day another unsuccessful student came by to check up on me, see how the baby was doing and ask if the baby was still growing nice and big. He told me about his success with police explorers over the summer and then headed off to class. Again my student came in after school to check on me, how I was feeling, and if the baby was good that day. I told him yes, he told me he was not going to ditch any of his classes this year (he was a frequent ditcher last year and was regularly MIA). Then came Wednesday which was an off day, but one that included being checked on by some block kids again during the day. Thursday I am visited by a new block student...baby and me checked on and wondering if the doctor slipped or not to tell me the gender. They tell me how their summer was and how their mom and them cant wait for me to have the baby so they can by me an outfit. Then I am off to the lunch football rally and one of my students who worked hard comes over and greets me with the BIGGEST smile I have ever seen on his face, gives me a side hug, and asks if I am going to the football game that night. I tell him yes...he proudly says that he is starting and number 40 (so for me to look out for him). He tells me that his math class is EASY so far :) :) My after school visitor comes back to see how the baby is again and now this makes it 3 out of 4 days, and he asks to get to come back in my room and if I miss my favorite student? I smile and tell him to have a good after noon and he tells me the same and not to work too hard. Now to Friday I have another student who comes in and gives me a hug, BIG smile and asks how the baby is doing.
As most people in education know an intervention course normally means more patience out of the teacher and more behavior problems. Their were many more spent in prayer over those seats for the students who needed more grace and peace each day. Over the summer Scott asked me if I would ever teach a block class again? Honestly after the school year I was really leaning towards NO because I felt as though I did not really help any of them grow or mature. However after this week I know in the lives of at over half of that class that I DID MAKE A HUGE DIFFERENCE in their lives. I made this difference and could tell by them going out of their way each day to check on me and the baby. Scott was shocked every night as I told him which block student came and visited me each day.
This group of students will be forever treasured in my heart and were used to remind me why I went into teaching students. Not only to teach them math, BUT to also change their lives forever. I am excited to see what will happen with this group over the next three years as they blossom and grow. As I write this down I did tear up thinking about week 1 with the block kids.
Now to answer the question...yes I would teach a block class again!!!
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Kick Count
One of the things that I look forward to every doctor's appointment is hearing our baby's heart beat. My midwife was so sweet when she was using the Doppler...she said OH MY...You do not have any problem doing a kick count each day. I told her know that I feel the baby move all the time. She commented that our baby is so active and has a strong heart beat (which has been try all pregnancy). She told me that sometimes women are so busy in life that they do not take time to know their baby's movement patterns. I am grateful and blessed that my husband has helped teach me over the last 4 years of marriage that slowing down in life is good to enjoy the blessings that God has in store for me each day. Glad that I am not too busy to be tuned in with the blessing that is growing inside of me.
Our kiddos pattern:
Kicks on my bladder about 10 minutes after I have wake up in the morning (regardless of what time that is). In about 30 minutes after that our baby flips until I eat breakfast. Then for the next hour or so there are consistent movements until 10. At this time is nap time for our baby. This nap normally is until about noon when our kiddo flips until I eat lunch, then comes tag back and forth on the sides of my stomach until 2. The baby naps again until about 4ish. The baby moves depending on my activity level (lots of stuff = lots of movement, relaxed = very little movements), until about 8. Then a quick cat nap until 9:30...that is when our kiddo has a last minute burst of energy to get rid of before I go to bed. The baby is so on time, I most of the time do not even look at a clock, but know that it is 9:30 because of the babies movements. Then 10 hits and it is mommy's bedtime. I continue to sleep peacefully through the night and RARELY wake up (less than 7 times all pregnancy have I gotten up in the middle of the night :). Scott tells me that the baby moves during the night because when he wakes up in the middle of the night he always places his hand on my belly to feel our little one.
Our kiddos pattern:
Kicks on my bladder about 10 minutes after I have wake up in the morning (regardless of what time that is). In about 30 minutes after that our baby flips until I eat breakfast. Then for the next hour or so there are consistent movements until 10. At this time is nap time for our baby. This nap normally is until about noon when our kiddo flips until I eat lunch, then comes tag back and forth on the sides of my stomach until 2. The baby naps again until about 4ish. The baby moves depending on my activity level (lots of stuff = lots of movement, relaxed = very little movements), until about 8. Then a quick cat nap until 9:30...that is when our kiddo has a last minute burst of energy to get rid of before I go to bed. The baby is so on time, I most of the time do not even look at a clock, but know that it is 9:30 because of the babies movements. Then 10 hits and it is mommy's bedtime. I continue to sleep peacefully through the night and RARELY wake up (less than 7 times all pregnancy have I gotten up in the middle of the night :). Scott tells me that the baby moves during the night because when he wakes up in the middle of the night he always places his hand on my belly to feel our little one.
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
4th of July
4th of July came and I had a hard day! I felt overwhelmed and not wanting to deal with reality. It hit me that this was my last 4th of July with just SCOTT! We would never again be by ourselves for a holiday. There was 99% excitement in me, BUT the 1% of me was upset. After a long talk with Scott I figured out the problem...THIS WAS NOT MY TIMING!!!
God's timing was going on and I could not stop it at all. The fact that I did not get to plan my pregnancy I did not like, BUT the fact that we are starting our family. We feel very blessed knowing that everything is going well in our pregnancy. We believe that God truly answered the desire of our hearts without us having to ask for it. With all of this in mind the 1% quickly dwindled out of my mind when I sat and thought about who was really in control.
Scott loved me through all of it and continually pointed me to God's sovereignty. He helped calm the fear and anxiety that I had and pointed me to truth that I knew deep down inside. Blessed by him daily!!!
Problem...might be TMI
Three days later (after my mom went to the doctor's with me), I thought that possibly something was wrong I
leaked out some fluid and began freaking out. The Internet is a
blessing and a curse because there is so much information out there.
After stressing out for a while I decided to call Kaiser's advice
nurse. I talked to the nurse was told to change my clothes and wait an
hour. I called Scott and told him and he came home. (I laid in bed,
prayed, cried, and poured out my heart to God...while listening to
praise and worship songs starring at a past sonogram) After the second
longest hour of our lives past there was nothing so we decided not to go
in and wait until the morning. BUT, when I woke up there was still
more fluid. I called back and she told me that I was probably fine, but
since I was a first time mom that if I wanted to come in and put my
mind at ease that it was fine with them. Scott and I tried to put our
minds at ease, BUT just could not...We decided that after going to
birthday donuts for my dad that we would go in. We told my parents what
was going on and I was slightly relieved when my mom suggested going in
too. Better to be safe than sorry! We FINALLY got into Kaiser and went
to Labor and Delivery. The nurse who greeted us...took our info. Then
were put in a room, I put on a gown and then waited. Eventually a
nurse came in and told me what they would do to figure out what the
fluid was that was coming out. The put on a baby monitor and blood
pressure cuff on me. My blood pressure was high (no kidding the stress
of worrying about our baby was intense). Hearing the babies heartbeat
was music to ours ears and brought peace to our hearts! The nurses came
in all excited to see us and say are we ready to have a baby today...we
would tell them how far along I was and they nicely said "Oh no we
don't want to meet your baby yet!" We were monitored for an hour and
then they ran test on us. They concluded that the baby is pushing on my
bladder and squeezing out pee. That was the fluid I felt...(SUCH
RELIEF FOR BOTH OF US!!!!!!)
Steady Progress and Growth :)
In
late April I went to wearing maternity clothes and other "fat"
clothes. Life was moving along smoothly and I started feeling as though
I was a "huge" pregnant woman. My back began to hurt and I wore a back
brace for the next three weeks. Everything was still going smoothly in
the pregnancy and the baby was growing. I woke up one day with my
shoulder in PAIN! This pain was paralyzing...my right arm Scott prayed
every night that our baby would have 10 fingers, toes and would be
healthy.
The time would come in late May for our 5 month sonogram. We were so excited, nervous, and anxious to go. We went and Scott got to see our baby in full swing. Our bundle of joy continues to be an active baby who posed for the camera. Scott loved watching the baby somersault, flip, turn, yawn, turn, and everything else. I was majorly bummed because the technician would not show me the screen and Scott ignored her instructions and stood right behind her to watch. Scott's excitement in his eyes while he watched the screen was priceless. He loved telling me all about what he saw and such. The baby flipped to face us before the technician could get a shot of the spine so we would have to go back. Doctor's called within three days to say that we had to reschedule an appointment and have more sonograms taken. We were not sad at all because that meant more shots of our baby.
In June I went back to the doctor's (Scott sadly had to work, but my mom was ECSTATIC to get to go with me). She told us that everything was fine with the baby and that the baby was healthy. The baby's heartbeat was approximately 150 (which makes my mom thinks its a boy).
The time would come in late May for our 5 month sonogram. We were so excited, nervous, and anxious to go. We went and Scott got to see our baby in full swing. Our bundle of joy continues to be an active baby who posed for the camera. Scott loved watching the baby somersault, flip, turn, yawn, turn, and everything else. I was majorly bummed because the technician would not show me the screen and Scott ignored her instructions and stood right behind her to watch. Scott's excitement in his eyes while he watched the screen was priceless. He loved telling me all about what he saw and such. The baby flipped to face us before the technician could get a shot of the spine so we would have to go back. Doctor's called within three days to say that we had to reschedule an appointment and have more sonograms taken. We were not sad at all because that meant more shots of our baby.
In June I went back to the doctor's (Scott sadly had to work, but my mom was ECSTATIC to get to go with me). She told us that everything was fine with the baby and that the baby was healthy. The baby's heartbeat was approximately 150 (which makes my mom thinks its a boy).
Rumor Has It...
At Easter my cousin told me that I was the topic of
conversation with several students on campus. They continuously were
asking him if I was pregnant or not. It was mainly my 6th period who
saw me leave with excitement for a doctor's appointment that my husband
was picking me up for. I had not been sick at all really so they had a
hunch. After spring break I kept one of my students after class and
asked her about the questioning of my cousin. She was very embarrassed,
but excited at the same time to know the truth. She asked me and I
told her yes. That is pretty much where the Mrs. Rollins is pregnant
stopped for the next two weeks (or so I thought). I told my TA and he
was so excited and shocked at the same time. Three days later two
students approached me at the end of 4th and asked why I was eating so
much in class. They then asked if the rumor was true...It was fun
turning it back on them and I responded what rumor?!?!? One student
finally asked if I was pregnant or not. I told them yes and their
classmates who were lingering after the bell all cheered. The next day a
student came in and told me that her sister told her and congrats.
Then the class all started whispering and they all cheered and said
congrats. That day the rest of my 6th period asked and then the
argument of who "knew" first began between all of the classes. My 6th
period claims to know first because I told them about my doctor's
appointment. Last to know was my block class...they had the most
questions and reactions of all my classes. My students asked questions
for about 40 minutes until their curiosity was satisfied. Now all of my
students knew and it was a matter of time before others knew. The
rumor wheel went around AHS from mid April until the end of the school
year. Former students would come in for "tutoring" just to chat and ask
how life was and then ask if I was pregnant or not. They then would
say congrats and asked how I was feeling. Most students were quiet
irritated that we were not going to find out the sex of the baby.
I am actually going to be a MOMMY!!!
After that it feels as though nothing exciting occurred in the
pregnancy over the next month. I continued to grow and go to doctor's
appointments with Scott by my side. We both decided that we did not
want to know the sex of the baby. I was more regularly late to work,
but knew my principal was okay with it because he knew how late I stayed
afterwards and was not taking advantage of it. The only major thing
that happened over the that month was I finished my Master's Degree on
February 26th, 2012. I visited Carla and her twins over spring break
and I drove home in shock...the next baby that I would probably interact
with would be my own!!! OH MY!!! It was a different sense of reality
that I had never really thought about.
First Sonogram
The pregnancy progressed well with no real morning sickness, just
fatigue. The fatigue caused me to be late to work one day so I told my
boss. Next person told was Scott's boss because Scott wanted to go with
me to the first doctors appointment. We waited over the next eight
weeks to see the doctor. We went to the doctor and waited what felt
like forever to be seen. Once we finally were in we waited longer too.
Then the time finally came in!!
Then the sound that changed the rest of our lives forever came. We were able to hear our babies heart beat for the first time!! Tears of joy filled both of our eyes! We could not believe that we were ACTUALLY pregnant. Then came surprise number 2. We thought that I had gotten pregnant sometime in the middle of January like the 15th or something. From what we read the baby would be approximately be an inch long. We looked at the screen and the doctor was measuring our baby. What we would soon find out was that the baby was not 2.54 cm long...it was actually 3.27 cm long!! What did that mean?!?!?!?!?! It meant that I was not 8 weeks pregnant, but actually was 10 weeks! The doctor gave us two pictures and commented about how active our bundle of joy was. Baby was healthy and all...we were both beaming with joy.
My mom was excited and nervous at the same time when we called her to tell her about the doctor's appointment. Since I was STARVING I was eating and so Scott called my mom for us while I ate. My mom freaked out a bit over seeing Scott's phone because she thought something was wrong. Much to her relief everything was okay with all three of us and now she could start telling everyone our news after we told the youth group. She was able to tell anyone she wanted that I was expecting. My mom got to tell her sisters and we told my dad's family at a family gathering. I got to tell the youth group all together that I was pregnant and then it was posted on fb with our first sonogram picture.
Then the sound that changed the rest of our lives forever came. We were able to hear our babies heart beat for the first time!! Tears of joy filled both of our eyes! We could not believe that we were ACTUALLY pregnant. Then came surprise number 2. We thought that I had gotten pregnant sometime in the middle of January like the 15th or something. From what we read the baby would be approximately be an inch long. We looked at the screen and the doctor was measuring our baby. What we would soon find out was that the baby was not 2.54 cm long...it was actually 3.27 cm long!! What did that mean?!?!?!?!?! It meant that I was not 8 weeks pregnant, but actually was 10 weeks! The doctor gave us two pictures and commented about how active our bundle of joy was. Baby was healthy and all...we were both beaming with joy.
My mom was excited and nervous at the same time when we called her to tell her about the doctor's appointment. Since I was STARVING I was eating and so Scott called my mom for us while I ate. My mom freaked out a bit over seeing Scott's phone because she thought something was wrong. Much to her relief everything was okay with all three of us and now she could start telling everyone our news after we told the youth group. She was able to tell anyone she wanted that I was expecting. My mom got to tell her sisters and we told my dad's family at a family gathering. I got to tell the youth group all together that I was pregnant and then it was posted on fb with our first sonogram picture.
Pregnancy beginnings
So now that I am two-thirds of the way through the pregnancy I now have the desire to write about my experience.
Surprise was my first reaction! I officially went off birth control on January 9th, 2012. After many long conversations with Scotty about timing and thinking about starting a family. We got confirmation from the doctors that neither of us were on medications that would impact fetal development or deformities. Which gave us the go ahead. But, I was too late. YEP!! By that time God had already orchestrated his plan in our lives and allowed me to get pregnant while on birth control (just like my mommy). It is amazing that some will think that something can "work" for three years and then stop all of a sudden. I know that this child was planned in God's perfect timing.
Learning that I was pregnant was not hard at all. My favorite drink coffee soon became something that made me ill. I wanted to vomit at the smell, thought, and taste of coffee. Again this was a total God thing. My husband and I were afraid of how my coffee withdraws would impact our daily lives. Prior to this I never really went without coffee unless for medical purposes. Within the first few days of being pregnant my body started to REJECT coffee. Keeping it a secret that I was possibly pregnant went out the door with the rejection of coffee. The countdown began with close family and friends to confirm all of our hunches that I was pregnant.
FINALLY time came that I would take the test to determine whether or not I would pass...I did pass the test! There was no emotional cry, break down, or over joyous reaction from Scott or me. We both just confirmed in our heads what we had known in our hearts for a few weeks. We called both our parents, siblings and told them in different unique ways that I was pregnant (BUT AGAIN not too many shocked reactions because the coffee rejection). Our moms wasted no time to buy a yellow ducky outfit that would look darling on their new grandbaby! We then decided that we would only tell the close friends at work who knew about the coffee rejection and had their hunches too! Scott was a beaming dad who was so excited about our new blessing that he had to tell Sean and Debs, but were told to keep it on the low.
Surprise was my first reaction! I officially went off birth control on January 9th, 2012. After many long conversations with Scotty about timing and thinking about starting a family. We got confirmation from the doctors that neither of us were on medications that would impact fetal development or deformities. Which gave us the go ahead. But, I was too late. YEP!! By that time God had already orchestrated his plan in our lives and allowed me to get pregnant while on birth control (just like my mommy). It is amazing that some will think that something can "work" for three years and then stop all of a sudden. I know that this child was planned in God's perfect timing.
Learning that I was pregnant was not hard at all. My favorite drink coffee soon became something that made me ill. I wanted to vomit at the smell, thought, and taste of coffee. Again this was a total God thing. My husband and I were afraid of how my coffee withdraws would impact our daily lives. Prior to this I never really went without coffee unless for medical purposes. Within the first few days of being pregnant my body started to REJECT coffee. Keeping it a secret that I was possibly pregnant went out the door with the rejection of coffee. The countdown began with close family and friends to confirm all of our hunches that I was pregnant.
FINALLY time came that I would take the test to determine whether or not I would pass...I did pass the test! There was no emotional cry, break down, or over joyous reaction from Scott or me. We both just confirmed in our heads what we had known in our hearts for a few weeks. We called both our parents, siblings and told them in different unique ways that I was pregnant (BUT AGAIN not too many shocked reactions because the coffee rejection). Our moms wasted no time to buy a yellow ducky outfit that would look darling on their new grandbaby! We then decided that we would only tell the close friends at work who knew about the coffee rejection and had their hunches too! Scott was a beaming dad who was so excited about our new blessing that he had to tell Sean and Debs, but were told to keep it on the low.
Monday, September 20, 2010
sigh of relief
Well this last week of school was a little less smooth than I had hoped for. I read the wrong chapter, was overwhelmed with work, and had way too many commitments that I needed to follow through with all at once. See the problem is not necessarily school, its the fact that I said yes to several things before there was school. I had gone along in my merry life with out anything to really occupy my free time so I filled it up with lots of other things to do! The sad tale is that all of these things I love to do and have had a ton of fun doing them. I knew this day would come when I would start saying that simple little word no. I hate saying no because I love to be active and do things. If I tell you no it is because I have too many other things right now on my plate that I can not say no to. I am looking forward to being done with my master's and I have barely even started:( Yikes that almost sounds like bad news. AH WELL!!! We shall see, we shall see.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
I am WOKEN UP!!! Cold Water style!
I thought that as I went back to school that I would ease my way into the program and that at the beginning the work would be less and that it would build as I progressed. Boy was I WRONG!!! I was quiet upset that I was wrong and almost dumbfounded and discouraged in being wrong. On night two I began to doubt as to whether or not this was the right decision for my life or if it was going to really be best for my family. Scott is the best support in my life and he always was there to pick me and dust me off then tell me that I CAN DO IT! The school work got finished after a long 15 hours of work this week. I then was off to Women of Faith. While I was there, I was awakened to the reality of my masters. I am truthfully afraid of failing. Most things in school I could BS my way through and be able to accomplish with little effort. Once I started and finished my credential I was pressed with the option of not failing because to continue in the program I needed to maintain a 3.0 average in all of my classes. With that extra pressure I finished the entire program with a 4.0 and now that I am in my masters the same pressure is on. I think that I will be able to achieve my goals and hopefully finish strong. I am about to go start on this week's homework. We shall hope that week 2 IS better than week 1!!! Side note Scott was amazing through it all!!!!
Monday, September 6, 2010
masters begin
I am going to try to journal and blog about my journey through my masters degree, so that I can be able to go back and remember my journey through earning my masters. I am thankful and grateful that I have a supportive husband who wants to make my dreams come true and support me in all of my crazy ambitions. My dream job would be to be a stay at home mommy, work part-time as a high school math teacher, and teach as an adjunct professor teachers who are entering the teaching field. I love teaching, it is truthfully my gift and passion. I love to teach others math and watch their face light up in excitement when they understand the math. The hard part about teaching math is that there are very few professors with math or science backgrounds that teach credential classes. This was my case when I went through my credential, I did not have one teacher who taught anything other than history and english. Those two are pretty far away from mathematics.
I almost gave up the hope and dream that I was never going to be able to earn my masters degree, up until a month ago. I had the pleasure of participating in the pythagoras project over the summer and this project ignited my love of learning and math again!!! Providentially for me I received an email later the week of the project advertising a master's degree program online. I went to my dear Scotty excited as ever and he COMPLETELY supported my desire. So in a whirlwind of time I applied, sent my transcripts, was accepted and now I am about to embark on a journey expanding my education as an educator. I am so excited and am looking forward to all of the new things I am going to be learning that I will be able to apply to my classroom. PLEASE do not get me wrong among all of the excitement is fear, worry and anxiety over the changes that are going to come in my life. I am nervous about my time management abilities and the great balancing act that I will be having to do between: my relationship with God, marriage, family, job, youth group, and lastly school! YIKES...just writing it makes me nervous.
I finished orientation and learned that I will be on my computer and living and breathing school and working on it in almost EVERY FREE second I have in my life. I begin this journey with big eyes and big dreams awaiting to see where my Savior will take Scott and I...come along side with me and enjoy my journey.
I almost gave up the hope and dream that I was never going to be able to earn my masters degree, up until a month ago. I had the pleasure of participating in the pythagoras project over the summer and this project ignited my love of learning and math again!!! Providentially for me I received an email later the week of the project advertising a master's degree program online. I went to my dear Scotty excited as ever and he COMPLETELY supported my desire. So in a whirlwind of time I applied, sent my transcripts, was accepted and now I am about to embark on a journey expanding my education as an educator. I am so excited and am looking forward to all of the new things I am going to be learning that I will be able to apply to my classroom. PLEASE do not get me wrong among all of the excitement is fear, worry and anxiety over the changes that are going to come in my life. I am nervous about my time management abilities and the great balancing act that I will be having to do between: my relationship with God, marriage, family, job, youth group, and lastly school! YIKES...just writing it makes me nervous.
I finished orientation and learned that I will be on my computer and living and breathing school and working on it in almost EVERY FREE second I have in my life. I begin this journey with big eyes and big dreams awaiting to see where my Savior will take Scott and I...come along side with me and enjoy my journey.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
1, 2, or 3
Which number would you chose, given the option of a 1, 2, or 3. I am a little nerdy and mathematically analyzed what number and first thought three, but then reconsidered and ended up choosing 1. Little did I know what this was all going to entail.
After a long day of church, lunch, shopping and errands my wonderful husband said I am a bit peopled out and I will not go to the dinner tonight. I was totally fine and was SO excited that we live in Riverside to be able to go and participate at church and Scott would have the option to stay home. I left went got some gas and then got to church and told Sean about Scott's idea. Sean asked where Scott was and I told him home relaxing. Scott and I then began to text and then he said I am on my way. I was very shocked because when Scott needs people relaxing time, I have learned that it is really a need and not just a want. He was even able to come with Advil in hand to save Debs and Eileens headaches. He got there and chose one too.
We were sitting at our table wondering what our numbers meant, trying to figure out what dinner was going to be like and creating our own scenarios in our head. The dinner started and we were divided up into the numbers 1,2, and 3. I was so excited to be a one and told that I was going to only be able to beg, but I would not be able to steal. That always seems exciting to think about with dinner, right? I came to eat dinner not to beg, but I thought no worries I am a smooth talker and my husband is too we should be able to get what we want to. So we were told if we were a 1 or 2 to go outside and come back through the back door and we would get our food there.
Meanwhile, we were outside standing in line laughing, joking and my husband was being hysterically funny. We just laughed and were cracking up, someone jokingly commented that I encourage him in this behavior. I totally said, YEP!!! He cracks me up and I love it! Little, did I know how hard it was going to be, being a 1!
We went in line and I saw lemonade and was thirsty, but I was handed water. Hungry, ready for: fried chicken, cesar salad, rice and cake for dessert; BUT was only given A scoop of rice and a spoon. I thought this will not be that bad I can just "beg" for food. I went to my table and my husband swooped it on the seat next to me to sit next to Eileen because she had food! She had the fried chicken, cesar salad, rice and cake...she had a FULL plate. I thought I will let Scotty do all the talking because he is much better with words then me and then I can just get some food from him! He began by complementing Eileen on her lovely outfit, hair, and choice of food that she was going to eat. Eileen shyly laughed it off and then said you are going to have to try harder...so he did. He then thought for a moment and began to complement her on the amazing job that she had done with her daughter! Eileen uncomfortably said, I am sorry you can not have anything, I can not share my food with you! Toni then said, but here you can have a bean. I DID not want a bean! I wanted to have chicken I thought in my head! So dinner went on and I sat and started looking at the facts that were on the screen from Stop Hunger, and I was shocked at the facts that were placed in front of me. I decided that I would not beg for food anymore because I was not going to get my way and get chicken! Then it sank in!
This was why I was there, and why Scotty was there too! So that we could be made aware of the "food" that we have and that others do not have. We sat and finished our dinner and then engaged in conversations and questions that put way too much thought in mind all at once. The one comment that stuck out the most was from Sara...I would never want to tell my kids that I did not have any food for them and I was found heart broken at the reality of what so many moms tell their children each breakfast, lunch and dinner....I have no food for you to eat!
1- Composes of almost 60% of the world who make less than $960 a year, and that meal received a bowl, spoon, scoop of rice, and 1/2 glass of water.
2-Compose almost 25% of the world who make between $961-$9000 a year, and that meal received a plate, fork two scoops of rice, beans, and full glass of water.
3- composed of 15% of the world who make more than $9000 a year, and that meal was on a real dish, with real silverware and had two pieces of fried chicken, cesar salad, rice and dessert and their left overs went in the TRASH!
Sad to say almost everyday of my life I have been a 3!
We finished dinner and watched Hannah's Story and learned more of why we were there...that to blog about later :)
After a long day of church, lunch, shopping and errands my wonderful husband said I am a bit peopled out and I will not go to the dinner tonight. I was totally fine and was SO excited that we live in Riverside to be able to go and participate at church and Scott would have the option to stay home. I left went got some gas and then got to church and told Sean about Scott's idea. Sean asked where Scott was and I told him home relaxing. Scott and I then began to text and then he said I am on my way. I was very shocked because when Scott needs people relaxing time, I have learned that it is really a need and not just a want. He was even able to come with Advil in hand to save Debs and Eileens headaches. He got there and chose one too.
We were sitting at our table wondering what our numbers meant, trying to figure out what dinner was going to be like and creating our own scenarios in our head. The dinner started and we were divided up into the numbers 1,2, and 3. I was so excited to be a one and told that I was going to only be able to beg, but I would not be able to steal. That always seems exciting to think about with dinner, right? I came to eat dinner not to beg, but I thought no worries I am a smooth talker and my husband is too we should be able to get what we want to. So we were told if we were a 1 or 2 to go outside and come back through the back door and we would get our food there.
Meanwhile, we were outside standing in line laughing, joking and my husband was being hysterically funny. We just laughed and were cracking up, someone jokingly commented that I encourage him in this behavior. I totally said, YEP!!! He cracks me up and I love it! Little, did I know how hard it was going to be, being a 1!
We went in line and I saw lemonade and was thirsty, but I was handed water. Hungry, ready for: fried chicken, cesar salad, rice and cake for dessert; BUT was only given A scoop of rice and a spoon. I thought this will not be that bad I can just "beg" for food. I went to my table and my husband swooped it on the seat next to me to sit next to Eileen because she had food! She had the fried chicken, cesar salad, rice and cake...she had a FULL plate. I thought I will let Scotty do all the talking because he is much better with words then me and then I can just get some food from him! He began by complementing Eileen on her lovely outfit, hair, and choice of food that she was going to eat. Eileen shyly laughed it off and then said you are going to have to try harder...so he did. He then thought for a moment and began to complement her on the amazing job that she had done with her daughter! Eileen uncomfortably said, I am sorry you can not have anything, I can not share my food with you! Toni then said, but here you can have a bean. I DID not want a bean! I wanted to have chicken I thought in my head! So dinner went on and I sat and started looking at the facts that were on the screen from Stop Hunger, and I was shocked at the facts that were placed in front of me. I decided that I would not beg for food anymore because I was not going to get my way and get chicken! Then it sank in!
This was why I was there, and why Scotty was there too! So that we could be made aware of the "food" that we have and that others do not have. We sat and finished our dinner and then engaged in conversations and questions that put way too much thought in mind all at once. The one comment that stuck out the most was from Sara...I would never want to tell my kids that I did not have any food for them and I was found heart broken at the reality of what so many moms tell their children each breakfast, lunch and dinner....I have no food for you to eat!
1- Composes of almost 60% of the world who make less than $960 a year, and that meal received a bowl, spoon, scoop of rice, and 1/2 glass of water.
2-Compose almost 25% of the world who make between $961-$9000 a year, and that meal received a plate, fork two scoops of rice, beans, and full glass of water.
3- composed of 15% of the world who make more than $9000 a year, and that meal was on a real dish, with real silverware and had two pieces of fried chicken, cesar salad, rice and dessert and their left overs went in the TRASH!
Sad to say almost everyday of my life I have been a 3!
We finished dinner and watched Hannah's Story and learned more of why we were there...that to blog about later :)
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Umm...Seriously God ?
I have not blogged in what it seems like forever and am excited scared and almost in shock about the whirlwind God has brought both Scott and I through not only independently, but also together. I know I do not have blog followers, but I am compelled to write for Scott and I to remember....
Through the stations of the cross God convicted both of us that Angel Jeraldi that we sponsor through Compassion International is an actual child of ours. We provide for her financially and have committed to sponsoring her until we are no longer needed. Well I have moved three times since I have had her and then once we got married I have moved again twice and although we have diligently supported her financially, we have forgotten to support her in other ways too like writing her, reading her report cards, receiving her pictures and letters. We both after leaving thought wow, how bad have we been...she has turned into a "bill" to us, something that we pay for every month and forgot that she is "really" our child. So this week I am going to call Compassion, get current on my address and ask for an update on our little daughter.
So here I was thinking perfect God this is what you have for us...sigh of relief right...well APPARENTLY NOT...we both came to hope Sunday that two of the college grads at missio dei had planned thinking we are doing our part God, do not ask us to do anything more! Well God does not often listen to me or do as I want him to...and broke my heart through some of the statistics that were read through out the sermon. I was drawn and convicted of the passage in Deuteronomy, when Israel is told that WHEN they are going to be blessed that they also will have a responsibility to take care of orphans (which ever since I saw the movie Annie as a child, have ALWAYS had a soft spot in my heart), widows and aliens. Scott and I both left church with God laying the same thing on our hearts...get another child or family and sponsor them too...Assuring us both that HE will provide.
Why God did not stop there I am not too sure of right now, but my Scotty asks me if I would support him with a crazy idea. He wants to start a foundation to bring light to World Hunger through ice cream. The details of this will be another blog, but for sure one to come in the near future.
And we are not done yet! I planned on going to a church dinner on hunger tonight and Scott decided that he was pretty people drained and would not be coming, which I have learned is completely okay. Sean asked where Scott was tonight and I texted him and he totally had a tugging on his heart that he was to come to dinner...I was in pure shock when he told me he was on his way. We had a great dinner (again much longer blog on dinner later :) ) We watched a video called Hannah's story on an Orphanage in China. I was brought to tears at the reality that these sweet innocent children live in these conditions and thought...maybe we are suppose to adopt and not have kids of our own. Low and behold my husband and I are leaving and he calls me and says...hey I think that we are suppose to have kids through adoption and International adoption. I am needless to say in absolute shock, amazement, joy, thankfulness, and in anticipation to see where God takes the Rollins' in the near future.
Right now we are going to pray, dream and seek as to where God will lead us...Where you Lead us Lord WE will go!!!
Through the stations of the cross God convicted both of us that Angel Jeraldi that we sponsor through Compassion International is an actual child of ours. We provide for her financially and have committed to sponsoring her until we are no longer needed. Well I have moved three times since I have had her and then once we got married I have moved again twice and although we have diligently supported her financially, we have forgotten to support her in other ways too like writing her, reading her report cards, receiving her pictures and letters. We both after leaving thought wow, how bad have we been...she has turned into a "bill" to us, something that we pay for every month and forgot that she is "really" our child. So this week I am going to call Compassion, get current on my address and ask for an update on our little daughter.
So here I was thinking perfect God this is what you have for us...sigh of relief right...well APPARENTLY NOT...we both came to hope Sunday that two of the college grads at missio dei had planned thinking we are doing our part God, do not ask us to do anything more! Well God does not often listen to me or do as I want him to...and broke my heart through some of the statistics that were read through out the sermon. I was drawn and convicted of the passage in Deuteronomy, when Israel is told that WHEN they are going to be blessed that they also will have a responsibility to take care of orphans (which ever since I saw the movie Annie as a child, have ALWAYS had a soft spot in my heart), widows and aliens. Scott and I both left church with God laying the same thing on our hearts...get another child or family and sponsor them too...Assuring us both that HE will provide.
Why God did not stop there I am not too sure of right now, but my Scotty asks me if I would support him with a crazy idea. He wants to start a foundation to bring light to World Hunger through ice cream. The details of this will be another blog, but for sure one to come in the near future.
And we are not done yet! I planned on going to a church dinner on hunger tonight and Scott decided that he was pretty people drained and would not be coming, which I have learned is completely okay. Sean asked where Scott was tonight and I texted him and he totally had a tugging on his heart that he was to come to dinner...I was in pure shock when he told me he was on his way. We had a great dinner (again much longer blog on dinner later :) ) We watched a video called Hannah's story on an Orphanage in China. I was brought to tears at the reality that these sweet innocent children live in these conditions and thought...maybe we are suppose to adopt and not have kids of our own. Low and behold my husband and I are leaving and he calls me and says...hey I think that we are suppose to have kids through adoption and International adoption. I am needless to say in absolute shock, amazement, joy, thankfulness, and in anticipation to see where God takes the Rollins' in the near future.
Right now we are going to pray, dream and seek as to where God will lead us...Where you Lead us Lord WE will go!!!
Monday, December 21, 2009
12-21-09
Breakfast-769 calories
lunch-480
Dinner-280
drinks- 200
total:1729
glasses of water-0
three laps with Oreo
lunch-480
Dinner-280
drinks- 200
total:1729
glasses of water-0
three laps with Oreo
BLAHHH
I know that no one really reads my blog and for days like today I am very grateful! I am a little over people right now! I have been for the last like two to three months. I am a little tired of fake people! Apparently I just have a radar that attracts them. I just wish that people could be real...but since we all are not:( I guess I just have to move on in life with a ten foot wall around my heart guarding it from people. I am thankful in times like this for a big family that I love and whom love me dearly. I am glad that God picked my family!!! I am just going to say that people who hurt you just SUCK!!! I am thankful today for my hubby, family and extended family who love me so much!
Thursday, December 3, 2009
date night
Scotty and I are going to be starting our date nights back up again:) I have to brag a little about our wonderful date for under $10...nothing fancy, special...just me and my hubby loving our lives with each other...we went to Kohl's and bought two pairs of PJs for $0.87, then we went to Active and bought 2 shirts for $4.19 and then went to Carl's and ate for $5 bucks!!! The best part of the night was when we went to the Mission Inn...held hands and walked around looking at everything and were mesmerized by each other!!! I am so loving that we are rolling up on 18 months of marriage!!!
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