A lot going on...

I was informed today that I have a lot going on and I should get a blog. Since I do have a lot going on, and I do have a blog, I thought I should update you.

John:
His heart is so much better. Somehow, call it a miracle, his procedure worked. It wasn't supposed to work. We had planned on having a second and probably third one because one procedure never helps. John's heart is very regular, even, and darn right pretty now. His cardiomyopathy is gone. He is going to the gym most mornings again, but is doing what he calls girly workouts. He is slowly getting into the swing of things once again. One of his medicines was killer on him, so once he got to stop taking it, he felt a huge difference. I'm glad he's better, I kind of like him :)

Kailyn:
Hates 3rd grade. Hates it. She is more beautiful than ever, and is growing up way too fast. She is doing well in ballet, she just doesn't always focus. No idea where that came from. I mean, I alllllways focus. She loves dance, loves her dog Annabelle, and loves staying up late. She'll do anything to stay up. Oh, and her room is actually clean for once!

Me:
I had surgery a couple of weeks ago. I went to the girl dr because I'd lost some weight (which I never do) and had some pressure in my pelvic area and some serious nonstop cramps for the last few months. She wanted to do laproscopy and see what was going on. We went in Thursday morning and by 8:30 we were back home. She stabbed me by the belly button and again, well, an little lower. She gave me a prescription for Oxycontin and said I needed to take it easy and just stay drugged up for a few days. I turned that into, ya, go drive to Dallas in a few hours, you'll be fine. We had an adoption conference in Dallas, and John drove me (he's been cleared to drive) and so off we went. By the way, driving to Dallas is a lot more fun, and doesn't seem to take as long if you're higher than a flipping kite because of your Oxycontin. By the way, checking into a hotel and trying to sleep is a lot less fun when you have a few stab wounds and you just drove Dallas and are checking in like less than 12 hours after you received said stab wounds.

Turns out I have endometriosis. Like how many types of infertile can I be? PCOS, endometriosis, and get this, I may be killing John's swimmers. We get to test for that in a few weeks. By we get to, I mean, John gets to get some in the morning, and then I have to go get swabbed to see if I am in fact killing off his man swimmers. Joy.

I'm on Clomid again. Clomid means bye bye Katie, hello crazy mean person who kind of looks like Katie, just more angry, nauseous, and tired. Clomid is fun. Don't worry it won't work, I've tried it like 20 times before, this isn't an exaggeration. We're trying it again because she burned off my endometriosis and some scar tissue I had on my left ovary.


Adoption:
Oh my goodness, how exciting is adoption? I mean holy paperwork batman, but I'm so excited. I am aware we are filling out paperwork and trying to get pregnant at the same time. We want more kids, 2 or 3 more. Sometimes I say 4 more then John gives me the crazy eye and I act like I'm joking, we know that I'm not though. If we do get pregnant we can put our file on hold for up to 3 years. Considering my past, we'll be trying to adopt again regardless of my fertility drug outcome. If the drugs don't work (probably won't) then we're well on our way. We go to Rogers AR next week to meet with he man who decided if we are mentally and emotionally stable enough to adopt. I'll pause so you can make your jokes/comments about my stability....................Done? Good. He'll also interview Kailyn to make sure we don't suck. She thinks I suck sometimes so this may backfire. The week after we meet him then he comes to our house and decides if it is a good environment for a child. I like how hard the process is, I mean, if you put your child up for adoption, wouldn't you want to make sure your baby could be raised in a good home? I admire how selfless a woman must be to do such a thing. Wow. More people should try and be as selfless as a birth mom. The world would be a better place.

Oh, and we're making 20-30 dozen cookies in class and I want to call in sick until they're done. 10 8th graders in my class, in 2 tiny kitchens. Shoot me now.

All this baby talk reminds me of a previous post. Read it.

http://boringbaney.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-many-people-are-having-babies.html