christmas 2009 newsletter

MERRY CHRISTMAS!! We are doing well considering our crazy circumstances-Kassie and kids in Monticello and Curtis back and forth between Provo and Monticello working and trying to sell our home. We have been abundantly blessed this year and know that God has worked in mysterious and not-so-mysterious ways to help our family. We are ever thankful for wonderful parents,siblings and friends who love and support us through it all. We are especially thankful for a missionary son and the blessings that come from his service. Jordan is currently in Billings, Montana, braving the frigid temperatures and striving to share the 'warmth' of the Gospel. We look forward to his homecoming in about 5 months. And we still get to talk to him two more times before then. Yay! Montana is a Jr at Monticello High. He was on the Cross Country team and had a good season, improving his times as the season went on. It was very cool to see him head out the door each day for his practice. It's not easy to run at 7000 ft above sea level. He is thisclose to getting his driver's license, finally. He still misses his friends at AHS but is slowly adjusting to life in a small town. Ford, on the other hand, has more friends here than he can keep track of. He just jumped into the social scene and took off. He is rarely home before 6 every night and does his best to find things to do with friends after that hour as well. He is a sophomore and was on the JV football team. He loved playing football and loved making an interception when he finally got into a varsity game. Cambria is in 7th grade, which is in high school in Monticello. She was a bit nervous about going back to public school after homeschooling and nervous about going to high school. But she has made some good friends and is doing very well in school. It was fun to see her name in the local newspaper for being on the honor roll. She is also in band, playing the clarinet, and seems to have some of the Welch talent for music. She was invited to attend an honor band activity where they learned 4 songs in two days and performed them in front on an audience the second day. We love to hear her playing at home, both piano and clarinet. Hannah is a very social 5th grader at Monticello Elementary. She collects friends! She is doing well in school in spite of needing to do some catching up in math. She enjoys Activity Days and hanging out with her cousins who live down the hill from us. She is playing Jr. Jazz basketball for the first time, but I wouldn't be surprised if it was the last time. Not her favorite thing! Sadie is in 3rd grade and is a model student. She LOVES school and tries to be the best student she can. She is excelling in reading and math is not the torture she once thought it was. She is also playing Jr. Jazz basketball and made the first 2 points(and only 2 points) in their very first game of the season. She has made several friends and can say with all honesty, "I have way more friends here than I ever had in Provo." Soren is almost 4 and adjusting to being at home without his sisters all day long. It's been a hard adjustment for him. He has a good friend who happens to be the son of my high school friend/college roommate. He also likes to play with his cousins, or run away from them, depending on the day. Cars still rules his thoughts, but he likes MarioKart as well. Charles is 9 months old and REALLY working on walking. He has no use for rolling over or crawling, just wants to go straight to walking. I suppose he won't be ruined for life if he does things in the 'wrong' order. He has two teeth and loves food. He is a wonderful child and we are so happy that he joined our family this year. I am just trying to keep my sanity and things straight as I try to keep up with the kids and all their activities. I miss my Primary calling, miss the kids and the music. I look forward to someday getting to sit through meetings again when Charles goes to Nursery. I have resumed my work as a nail technician, one appt per day, working out of my sister's salon. It's funner when there are other people around. I am so happy to be 'home' again and be near my sisters and my parents. I've longed for this for years and I'm finally here! Curtis is busy trying to finish up some of the projects in our house. We have listed it and are hoping for a quick sale so he can live with us full time, rather than part time. It has been a hard year for him, being unemployed and underemployed, but both he and I have learned alot. We are thankful for the job he does have but hope to have or create a different one soon. He has kept the road between Monticello and Provo hot! We wish you all the best in the coming year. It seems like it would be easy to get bitter and frustrated and angry when times are hard, as they are in our country right now. Thanks to our Savior, whose birth we are celebrating, we have found it easy to have hope and even joy and peace in the midst of our trials. 'Peace that surpasseth all understanding' is our wish for all!

So Close to Home....it's a bit scary!

This looks a bit too close to my reality right now, as DH and I consider what to do since yet another job interview has come and gone and someone else was hired. I hope that we do not get to the point of losing everything like the family in the movie. I do know that as long as we work together and trust in Him we will be okay regardless of what else is lost. I'm anxious to see this movie when it opens.

Randomness

Just some random photos from the last couple of months... Loyd's Lake XC race and a 3rd place JV Boys finish. Way to go!!

JV football game and some playing time for Ford. Go Bucks!! Kids enjoying their first high school football game. We had the wrong colors on and stuck out in the sea of orange and black!

Sadie’s baptism day, Aug 09.

More to come!!

Thank Heaven!

Last Thursday was my mom's follow-up PET scan after her chemo treatments. And it was.....CLEAR!!!
No radiation is needed. It was the BEST news and we are thrilled for her and we are so thankful to Heavenly Father that the treatments worked and we still have our mom.

Happy Half-Birthday!

Yesterday was Charlie’s six month birthday. I can't believe it's been that long since I was cuddling a sweet little newborn. I was thinking a few days ago that I really don't remember what he looked like that day, either. So sad that my memory doesn't function as well as it should and how thankful I am for pictures to help me remember. This is what he looks like now. His hair is growing back in and it's quite blond. His eyes are changing and we still don't know what color they will be, right now they are rather gray. He is a chubby, happy-when-he's-held boy. He knows how to zip all over in his walker and he knows how to roll from back to front. He will sit up for a few seconds and loves to snuggle. He gives the best baby hugs I've ever had. Yesterday I also got a link to a video of a couple who had a baby with Trisomy 13. It is the most heart-rending, but beautiful, story I've seen in a long time. If you feel like a good cry, go here. You can also read about it here and here. I had a friend who had a Trisomy 18 baby. They also chose not to terminate but to celebrate his life. He wasn't here long either, but he sure was loved. I went to bed last night with tears in my eyes and a tightness in my chest and held my baby just a little closer.

What color are you?

Read about this color quiz over on Karla S.'s blog. Thought it sounded interesting.

I am a 7.

7. Violet: Also an old soul. Intense, cerebral, wise, loving, generous, sentimental, and artistic.

I know for sure that the sentimental part fits like a glove, not too sure about any of the rest of it.

Give it a try.

I think I'll go try it with my maiden name.

What I See Out My Front Window Now and some Thanks!

If you had told me a year ago I'd be where I am today, I'd have laughed at you and silently wished you were right.
Things have been changing right and left for us in the last year. We've gone from employed to unemployed to underemployed. We've gone from home-schooling/private-schooling to public schooling. And we've gone from living in the city to living in a small-town.
(OK, I wish I was still homeschooling the kids, but it seemed like the best way for my kids to integrate into the town and get to know the children, so they are in public school this year and are, for the most part, loving it.)

This picture is what I see when I look out my front window today. Those are the Blue Mountains and they are so beautiful to my eyes. I grew up in this house and have watched those mountains for years. I finally learned to see the 'horsehead' on it's side, I've watched rain and snow storms envelope them and make them disappear. I've watched the maples turn scarlet and the aspens turn gold and I'm thrilled that I get to see them every day again and share them with my husband and children. (I've already drug them up the moutain road to look for deer and wild turkey!)

If there are any of my wonderful friends from Utah County reading this, please know how much your help with packing and loading, as well as your loving concern for our family meant to me. I feel so blessed to be able to call you friends, knowing that our friendship won't end even though miles separate us. Our doors will always be open to you and we'd love to have you come visit.
Thanks so much for so many good memories and years in Utah County. I love you all!

p.s. I'm not missing the traffic. at. all.
But I'm going to have to get myself more organized since I can't just run to WalMart everytime I need something!

July recap!!

We got together with everyone in Bluff. It is so hot in Bluff in July. We were thankful that Grandma had invested in a Slip-n-Slide for the kids to keep busy and cool.

Slippin and Slidin at Grandma and Grandpa's house in Bluff on a hot July afternoon.

Peyton has an interesting technique-floating on the air!

Hannah

We celebrated Sadie's 8th birthday when we returned to Provo. One of our family traditions is to have the birthday person choose what we eat for dinner on their birthday. Some kids always choose the same thing, some choose something different every day. This year Sadie chose Pizza Casserole. We eat it often so it's not really a treat, but it is something she likes, so it's all good.

Sadie's Birthday dinner-Pizza Casserole and salad! 

Sadie will be baptized in a few days by her dad. She is pretty excited for this special day! We are too!

Sadie's checkerboard CupCAKE. 

The end of an era...

Today we had to do something we knew would come eventually but were hoping it wouldn't come so soon.

We had to put our red heeler, Ginger, to sleep.

We have had her for 9 years and she has been an amazing pet/protector for our family. If you know anything about heelers, you know that they are fiercely protective of their 'people'. She only loved us and wanted to take out anyone she thought was a threat to her family, which was practically every other person on the planet. She has been our doorbell for all those years as well.

She is/was silly and hated thunder and fireworks. So she always managed to get out of the backyard and try to come in the front whenever she felt frightened. Well, this year on the 4th, she got out and we weren't home so she ran to try to get away from all the noise, and this year she didn't come back.

I called the shelter and they had an older dog who had been picked up and was hurt. We went to look and it was her. So we got her out of "jail" and took her to the vet to see about her leg. It was broken and it was not a simple fracture and would have required surgery. She also had lots of arthritis and the vet wasn't sure how well she would heal or what her quality of life would be. Then throw the cost of the surgery on top of all that and we made the heart-breaking decision that it was best for all of us to euthanize her.

I told my DH I never want another pet. I can't handle the emotional pain associated with this and I feel so guilty for having to make this decision for another living creature who depended on us for everything.

I hope she knows how much she added to our lives and how much we loved her. I hope she knows that we did what we thought was best for her and that it was very difficult to let her go.

I hope they have lots of basketballs and tennisballs in heaven for you, Ginger. And that there is someone there who will throw for you.

We miss you already!

To Be An American

"I do not choose to be a common man. It is my right to be uncommon.

I seek opportunity to develop whatever talents God gave me---not security.

I do not wish to be a kept citizen, humbled and dulled by having the state look after me.

I want to take the caculated risk; to dream and to build, to fail and succeed.

I refuse to barter incentive for a dole.

I prefer the challenges of life to the guaranteed existence; the thrill of fulfillment to the stale calm of utopia.

I will not trade freedom for beneficence nor my dignity for a handout.

I will never cower before an earthly master nor bend to any threat.

It is my heritage to stand erect, proud and unafraid; to think and act myself, enjoy the benefit of my creations and to face the world boldly and say---

"This, with God's help, I have done.'

All this is what it means to be an American."

Dean Alfange,

quoted by Ezra Taft Benson, April 1968 Gen Conf.

More

With all the events of the last few months and another heavy burden added yesterday, this song by Kenneth Cope just keeps running through my mind. I sometimes wonder how much more I can deal with, yet how could I say no to any of it? The experience, the growth, the refiner's fire?

More by Kenneth Cope

More steady, more sure

More trusted, more pure

Some say it doesn't matter

More trained and more aware

More aim to get me there

I climb this far

You raise the bar

You want my heart

CHORUS

More fierce desire

To stand against the wind

More blazing fire

When dark is closing in

More love-inspired change within

So there's more and more of me to give

More words to learn and know

More etched upon my soul

Some say it doesn't matter

More tried, more true

Less me, and much more You

I stretch this tall

You sound the call

You want my all.

CHORUS

You keep reaching out--You're calling out to me for

More strengthened shoulders

To face the war with sin

More wise and bolder

To save the souls of men

A more faithful soldier to the end

You want more and more of me to give

More and more of me to give

More love, more light,

More purpose, more serve with all my might,

I need more hope, more faith

More patience, each day I pray for more

More and more of me to give

More fire, more zeal

More spirit to know what's real

More courage, more joy

More, more and more of me to give

More grateful, more true

More humble to trust and do

You call, I hear

I'll walk the path that's set in stone

My heart is fixed on getting home

And what on earth could ever matter more?

More and more of me to give

More

I need to keep these words in my mind to remind myself that I'm trying to do more, to desire to do His will until mine matches His. What on earth could matter more?

Help!

I'm trying to choose a way to paint my kitchen cabinets so I can live with them for a few more years without wanting to scream everytime I see them. They have been white with red knobs for about 10 years and it's time for an update. We were hoping to replace them, but with the job sitch that's not going to happen for a while. (See the above picture for the current kitchen. The plywood in the floor will be covered with an island at some future point as well, as we can afford to purchase the cabinets.)

What I really want to do is paint the lower cabinets either espresso(really dark brown, almost black) or black and do the upper cabs in an oatmeal color with some glazing. I've also thought about adding some trim to the doors, since they are just flat.

I could just repaint them in white and get new hardware, but they get so dang dirty all the time. I am wanting to do something that hides fingerprints and crud a bit better.

What do you think???? Will it look goofy to have our old white appliances in a black/cream kitchen until we can get the stainless ones we are planning on?

**edited to add the stupid blogger won't let me add spaces or indent my paragraphs for easier reading. Stupid blogger!**

Things are CRRRAZZZZY around here!

Here's what's been happening----Allie (11) was staying in Bluff with Grandma because Grandpa was working in Monticello last week. But on Tuesday, she had gone on the truck with Grandpa for a run. My sis, Karla, called Mom to see how Allie was doing and she said that Mom didn't sound like herself and when she asked her how she was and what she could do for her, Mom said, "Shoot me." Which is not characteristic of my mom. AT ALL! So Karla dropped what she was doing and called Wendy who called the cancer center, and then she drove to Bluff to get Mom. She had to convince her to come to Monticello to the ER, but she was able to get her there. Mom was running a fever and her white blood count was below 500. She ended up staying in the hospital until Sat. morning. They never could get anything to culture out, so it must have been a virus that was making her sick. She had been pumped full of antibiotics, which doesn't help fight a virus, although it may have been helpful for any other 'bugs' that she was exposed to in the hospital. On Thursday the dr. told Mom how sick she had been and how serious it was. He told Mom and Dad that if she had been a couple of hours later in getting to the hospital, she might not have made it, that at that point there would have been nothing they could have done to help her. She thought that was so crazy because she hadn't felt that sick, just like she was getting a cold. But when your immune system is basically non-functional due to chemo, that's serious. There aren't any white blood cells to fight anything off. None of us realized until that point how important, life or death serious, it is for her to keep away from sick people. I feel so guilty for going down there at the beginning of May with kids who had been getting over colds. It was strange to look at my mom lying there in that hospital bed. My mom, who is always full of energy and going 90 miles an hour and leaving me in the dust. Lying there, with her hair gone and hooked up to heart monitors and IV's, she almost looked fragile. And I didn't like that! My mom has always been the strong, healthy one. It was surreal. Thankfully, her white count came back up exponentially every day that she was in the hospital and she's doing well now. She called me yesterday and she had her count done again to see if she should even come up this week for chemo and it is high enough that they can go ahead with her treatment. Which is good, so it doesn't throw off her scheduled appointments. This will be treatment #4. After this one, they will run a CT scan again to see if the cancer is shrinking. I'm so anxious to hear that they don't 'see' anything. Add to this the regular chaos of a house full of children who are BORED because there's nothing to do, Primary responsibilities including ^%&#*$& Cub Scouts, a husband who is now working two jobs so we never see him and you have some idea of why I don't update my blog very often. In fact, I'm ignoring a crying baby right now because I needed to email a missionary son and thought I'd do a quick post here as well. OK, back to my regularly scheduled life!

I'm taking it slowly....

I have to confess that painting scares the crud out of me. Why, you ask?

I have no idea.

I think it's because I might choose the wrong color--ask C about the color I chose for the dining room! We went with the one he chose.
Or because I might make a blasted mess. Um, yeah, that goes without saying.

But I am slowly learning that this is something I CAN do.

So, although I have a long way to go to be as fearless as Rebecca or Melissa or Kimba (who inspire me all the time to want to DO something) , I want to show you my first repainted thrift store find.

Got this little chalkboard/whiteboard easel at good ol' DI and pulled out my trusty sponge brush and patio paint.

I like how it turned out and I love that the black hides the marker.


Maybe some day I'll feel brave enough to put a brush to a wall or use spraypaint.

Here It Is!

We caught one of those fleeting smiles.

Hooray!

Today I got the best gift!

I've been waiting for it for about 9 months and 6 weeks.

An unsolicited smile on the sweet face of my littlest guy.

Swoon!!

I swear it makes ALL the sleepless nights WORTHWHILE.

p.s. I will attempt to capture a picture of his sweet smile and post it here.

Looking Up!

We spent yesterday evening at Aunt Joann’s funeral. What an amazing woman! She had really lived and left a tremendous legacy of compassion and love for her family. She died of Lyme disease so she generously donated her body for Lyme disease research so there was no casket or trip to a cemetery. Just a lovely service to remember her and what she did with her life.

My mom had a couple of really good appointments at the Huntsman Cancer Center and is feeling really optimistic about the treatments and her prognosis.

My aunt Betty also was given some encouraging information from her doctors about her condition.

Sweet baby boy is gaining weight. I can see it in his face and his legs are finally starting to get some chub on them. That's a relief. I think a real smile is just around the corner and I'm anxiously waiting for it.

And finally, I have a new niece, Ane.  Born last night, to a mother who thought she'd never have a chance to experience pregnancy and childbirth. Priceless.

Just when things seem to be so dark and hopeless, a little light shines through. Miracles happen.

In Need of Hope...

This has been a very hard week for me and my family. It seems that trouble has found us and is loathe to leave. When I was growing up in my very small hometown, it seemed like serious illness and death occurred in groups of 3. (Maybe we're just pattern-noticers or superstitious!) And it's happened again. Two people who I love dearly have been diagnosed with that big nasty C-word.

CANCER!!

One is a first diagnosis and hopefully it has been caught soon enough to take care of. The other is someone who has fought this battle before, and it's come back again. This time it looks like it might be the last fight. Then we received word that Aunt Joann passed away last night after a long fight with Lyme disease. It was so painful watching a lovely, vibrant woman wither away. As always, I feel so thankful that she is released from the pain and physical suffering she endured, but I ache for her children and for Uncle Keith. This is the second wife he has attended through a long illness and death. I'm finding it really hard right now to have a happy countenance or a cheerful outlook. I can only imagine how I would be feeling if I did not have the knowledge of the restored Gospel of Jesus Christ to give me hope. I can see how things like this would make life seem truly hopeless. I know that He is aware of all that we go through and can succor us in our times of need, and that through His love I will be able to feel hope and peace again and put on a smile for my family.

A LITTLE something to worry about! (You'd think I'd never fed a baby before...)

Last week I took the little guy in for his 2 week checkup. I even pondered, for a minute, not going to it, since this is child #8. But I decided that it was okay to go have him checked out.

Well, it turns out that he is not gaining weight.

Really not gaining weight.

Losing it, in fact.

He was down 1 lb and 3 oz from his birth weight.



Dr. is concerned and wants to see him again this week and so

my only job from now until then is to fatten this little guy up.
Read: I am the milk-cow.



I've resorted to pumping in between feedings to have

a little extra milk to let others feed to him and
using some Fenugreek to try to up the supply.



I think it's doing some good, he seems less sleepy and

is eating more vigorously than he was last week.

Hopefully it will all have been worthwhile and
the little guy will be a little less little at weigh-in.

Keep your fingers crossed for us.

I Feel So Much Better!

The little guy finally made it here.

He arrived on Sunday morning at 5 a.m. He weighed in at 8 lb 7 oz, and is 19 inches long. He is a lovely baby, quite calm and alert. He has figured out the nursing thing quickly and even takes a pacifier.

We are loving every minute with him and I often have to resort to the "I'm the mother" card so I can get a turn holding him.

It was a simple, uncomplicated birth and I feel great. I'm tired, which is to be expected.

Fun fact: He did have a knot tied in his cord. I've got the makings of a Scout on my hands, I guess.

Hooray!! It's Here!

I had almost given up hope that it would ever arrive......
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Gotcha!

Nope, not the baby, just my Project 365 Kit from Becky Higgins. I ordered it on Jan 1 and so did a zillion other people. They ran out of what they had in the warehouse, and so mine was backordered. It was supposed to show in Feb, but didn't and so I thought that I just wasn't going to get one. Then I got an email on Thurs that it had come in by slow boat from China and was ready to ship out to me. It came today by FedEx. It's a really cool concept for capturing a year of life, one picture a day. I've been diligently taking my pictures, now I just need to print them and put them in the right slots and keep going for the rest of the year.

I'll post a picture when I have some of the pictures in.

Maybe the baby will show up today, too. I've been having contractions just not regular enough to head to the hospital yet.

Ugh!!

Well, another visit to the dr today. Went from a 1 last week to a 2 this week. I told him that at this rate the baby won't be born for 8 more weeks. He did offer to come break my water if I took myself to the hospital......

Actually, I think Baby is afraid to come to this house. We can't seem to get rid of the sickies. I have one with a sore throat yesterday and today and two with congestion, runny nose and runny eyes. Somehow I need to get them well before this baby can come out to play.

Still Here!

Here's a pic of me and my little sis, showing our lovely matching bellies. Yes, I'm sure mine would be bigger even if I was due after her. I'm just a 'bigger' person. Aren't we cute??

Baby still hasn't made his appearance. I guess he knows that we've had a lot of 'bugs' running around this house and he isn't interested in catching any of them.

I actually have to fill in for my Primary music leader tomorrow, so I guess it will be good if he waits til that is done.

Countdown is on!!

Well, the two week countdown is on.

We are now in the time frame when this little guy could make his appearance. So EXCITED!!

I have never made it to a due date yet. I have always gone early. I know, I know, that's not fair.
I have gone anywhere from 2 wks to 1 day early. So I'm anxiously watching for labor signs.

I'm R E A D Y. (I think.)

The thing that's making it more fun than usual is that I'm basically in a race with my youngest sister. Who is not due until April. But thinks she needs to win the race, so she's having some pre-term contractions and is residing in Provo until her baby gets here.

Maybe we can be hospital mates this time. That could be fun!!

I've been tagged! (this is a first)

(Just a small portion of the books we checked out last trip to the library)

My friend, texasblu, tagged me recently. And this tag is not one of those easy, 21 strange things about me, kinds of tags. This one makes me have to think!! Imagine that. I don't suppose I have 5 people to tag, but if there is anyone out there who happens upon this blog, consider yourself tagged. List at least five things you do to support and spread a love of the written word, then tag five people. (If you list something that touches youngsters, you get a bonus letter!)

1. I take my kids to the library. REGULARLY!! At any given time, we have nearly 100+ books checked out. Lots for homeschool, but lots that the kids check out just for personal reading time. 

2. I have always read to my children, especially when they are younger. I think it instills in them a love of reading and being read to. So far my theory is correct. Six of my seven children LOVE to read, the others are too small to read on their own. 

 3. I have always thought that I would like to be a literacy volunteer and help illiterate adults to read. I simply can't imagine life without reading. While I have yet to do that, I have realized that by homeschooling I am getting my training in. I still plan to volunteer to help with that at some future time, when my kids are more grown and I have the time. 

 4. I also blog. It's my computerized journal. I will at infrequent intervals copy and paste the posts into my Word Doc journal and at some point I will print them and place them in a binder for future generations. This reminds me that I haven't done the copy/paste routine in a while and need to. 5. We have shelves of books all over our house. I have one in my bedroom, my DH has his own in our room. We have two absolutely overflowing ones in the family room. We have a school related one in the dining room where we do our 'studying' and we have a basket for the library books there as well. Soren has his own box of books near his bed that he can choose a night time story or nap time story from. 

Books are just part of our family culture. We can't imagine our home with out reading materials scattered everywhere. If you look into each of the bedrooms in our house you will find stacks of books near the beds. Sometimes it feels as if the books are taking over.

False Alarm!!

It was all a false alarm. I misunderstood what antibody the dr. said I tested positive for....it was a random antibody that he didn't even know what was.
When he spoke to the lab about it and asked what the implications were, he was told by the nice Indian(from India) tech that it was "not clinically relevant". So he asked why they test for that antibody and he was told "because we can" (rolling eyes here, that's the excuse my kids use all the time).

So there is nothing to worry about with this pregnancy or any other. Whew!!

My new toy!

My sweet and generous mom came to town this week and left this fun little gadget in my care.

It's a Bernina Artista 630.

This thing has bells and whistles.

I've got lots of reading and fiddling to do to figure it all out, but I'm so excited to have a good sewing machine with embroidery capabilities. Hopefully, I'll have some fun projects to talk about in the near future!

THANKS, MOM!

My Miracle failed this Time!

Just got back from my 33 wk dr. appt and he told me that I had tested positive on the antibody screen. I just looked at him, in my mind asking myself, "Is he saying what I think he's saying?"
He looked at me and asked if I'd ever tested positive before and I said, 'I don't think so because I have no idea what you're talking about." But he was saying what I thought he was saying and I did have a little idea of what he was talking about.

So the deal is that somehow, even though I've had my RhoGam every time I've been pregnant,
(every. single. time.)
I have become sensitized to RH+ blood.
I've had that injection 18 times and it's worked until now.

What in the world does that mean? I have some idea but I'm doing lots of reading on the internet and waiting for him to get back to me following his speaking to the perinatologist at Maternal Fetal Medicine.

I'm wondering if it's my little hint that it's okay to be done with bearing children......