I want to say a very big thank you to Carly Marie for organising such a wonderfully warm, open and caring event. I am grateful that we are not forgotten.
Sunday, 6 May 2012
30 Days of Grateful Blogging - Day 12
Today is an important day. It is International Bereaved Mothers Day. A day when those of us who didn't get the opportunity to bring our babies home from the hospital, see our babies take their first breaths, or hold our babies in our arms, are honoured as Mothers.
I want to say a very big thank you to Carly Marie for organising such a wonderfully warm, open and caring event. I am grateful that we are not forgotten.
I want to say a very big thank you to Carly Marie for organising such a wonderfully warm, open and caring event. I am grateful that we are not forgotten.
30 Days of Grateful Blogging - Day 11
*Written in retrospect
I've been doing a lot of late shifts lately. Because I get home so late from work, I tend to sleep in longer, get up later, and then organise my day from there. Today I got out of bed at about 10am, put on some washing, pottered around the house and then made myself some brunch. I sat down on the couch, my scrambled eggs in front of me, PJs still on, and began eating. Then my phone rings...
"I hope you don't mind, I invited some friends round for lunch" says my Husband on the other end of the line. "Ummmm...WHAT?!" I say back, my mouth full of toast. "It's alright, I've already explained how messy our house is and that you're probably in your PJs" he responds. I hang up and in a mad panic tidy the immediate area of all identifying slobness.
When the doorbell rings I am still in my PJs, Hubby isn't home yet, and I am standing embarrassed greeting our friends. They walk in happily, comment on my cute pajamas and give me a giant hug. When Hubby gets home we sit around the table eating lunch and discussing upcoming plans for both our house moves. Later, I excuse myself to shower and dress and leave for work.
Today I am grateful for low maintenance, pajama friendly, non-judgmental friends. Those friends who don't care what your house looks like, if you're wearing your favourite PJs or trackies when they visit, and who feel comfortable enough to do the same if you dropped in on them.
I've been doing a lot of late shifts lately. Because I get home so late from work, I tend to sleep in longer, get up later, and then organise my day from there. Today I got out of bed at about 10am, put on some washing, pottered around the house and then made myself some brunch. I sat down on the couch, my scrambled eggs in front of me, PJs still on, and began eating. Then my phone rings...
"I hope you don't mind, I invited some friends round for lunch" says my Husband on the other end of the line. "Ummmm...WHAT?!" I say back, my mouth full of toast. "It's alright, I've already explained how messy our house is and that you're probably in your PJs" he responds. I hang up and in a mad panic tidy the immediate area of all identifying slobness.
When the doorbell rings I am still in my PJs, Hubby isn't home yet, and I am standing embarrassed greeting our friends. They walk in happily, comment on my cute pajamas and give me a giant hug. When Hubby gets home we sit around the table eating lunch and discussing upcoming plans for both our house moves. Later, I excuse myself to shower and dress and leave for work.
Today I am grateful for low maintenance, pajama friendly, non-judgmental friends. Those friends who don't care what your house looks like, if you're wearing your favourite PJs or trackies when they visit, and who feel comfortable enough to do the same if you dropped in on them.
Friday, 4 May 2012
30 Days of Grateful - Day 10
Today has been a busy little day here in the Sunny household. Last night Hubby and I sat down and made ourselves a new and improved game plan for the remainder of 2012 (can you believe it's May already?!). We did this at the start of the year too, with a set of goals we wanted to achieve in the 12 months between last Christmas and next, however, now that the year is almost half over it's time to reassess.
We have been putting off moving to a bigger place for the last year and a half. I love our home, absolutely love it. We moved in before we got married, spent our first night as man and wife here, bought furniture and created our own style of cosy. But our two bedrooms have been stretched to fit a main bed, guest room, home office and music room. Not to mention accommodating countless family and friends. Our garage has become a storage facility. And our lounge/dining room, my office. The idea of creating a nursery among all this makes my head spin. But, as you can imagine, the lengthening time it has taken us to fall pregnant has made an awesome excuse to stay put. After all, who loves to pack and move house????
So, when we got an email from our estate agent asking if we'd like to renew our lease again, we finally made the big decision to move. Within a day, Hubby had ordered the packing boxes which were delivered straight to our front door. And today, we began the arduous task of packing up our belongings. Hubby attacked the DVD and TV cabinets, while I packed boxes full of books. We don't move for another five weeks, so packing will be a slow and steady process while we sort and de-clutter. But as I went through our rooms today, devising a schedule for the whole process, I started to feel a little sad. I have loved this home. It has been OUR first home. Here we learned what it takes to be married, to cope with the ups and downs, to stick together. It has been warm and inviting, and the place I've wanted to run to when the rest of the world seems so dark and scary. This house has opened up to us, given us room to grow and breathe and create our own space. For this I am very grateful!
We have been putting off moving to a bigger place for the last year and a half. I love our home, absolutely love it. We moved in before we got married, spent our first night as man and wife here, bought furniture and created our own style of cosy. But our two bedrooms have been stretched to fit a main bed, guest room, home office and music room. Not to mention accommodating countless family and friends. Our garage has become a storage facility. And our lounge/dining room, my office. The idea of creating a nursery among all this makes my head spin. But, as you can imagine, the lengthening time it has taken us to fall pregnant has made an awesome excuse to stay put. After all, who loves to pack and move house????
So, when we got an email from our estate agent asking if we'd like to renew our lease again, we finally made the big decision to move. Within a day, Hubby had ordered the packing boxes which were delivered straight to our front door. And today, we began the arduous task of packing up our belongings. Hubby attacked the DVD and TV cabinets, while I packed boxes full of books. We don't move for another five weeks, so packing will be a slow and steady process while we sort and de-clutter. But as I went through our rooms today, devising a schedule for the whole process, I started to feel a little sad. I have loved this home. It has been OUR first home. Here we learned what it takes to be married, to cope with the ups and downs, to stick together. It has been warm and inviting, and the place I've wanted to run to when the rest of the world seems so dark and scary. This house has opened up to us, given us room to grow and breathe and create our own space. For this I am very grateful!
Thursday, 3 May 2012
30 Days of Grateful Blogging - Day 9
Today I am grateful for something truly simple; a rainy day spent in my PJs.
Well, last night went from bad to worse. My spotting turned to clotting and my cramps turned into a full blown stabbing sensation. I was up half the night trying to keep from waking my Husband as I rolled around in agony. All my usual pain meds were doing nothing and not even my trust heat pack could help me out of this ache. So I spent the night on the couch. Only when Hubby got up for work, did I make my way back to our bed and had a good nap.
There were so many things I was going to do today. Having my weekend on a Thursday-Friday means I can potter around without bugging Hubby with my cleaning and sorting. But instead, I spent the day in my PJ's listening to the rain from the warmth of our bed, watching TV and downloaded movies, and made a casserole for dinner. All my plans don't seem as important. Today is just for me and my failing body to recover.
Well, last night went from bad to worse. My spotting turned to clotting and my cramps turned into a full blown stabbing sensation. I was up half the night trying to keep from waking my Husband as I rolled around in agony. All my usual pain meds were doing nothing and not even my trust heat pack could help me out of this ache. So I spent the night on the couch. Only when Hubby got up for work, did I make my way back to our bed and had a good nap.
There were so many things I was going to do today. Having my weekend on a Thursday-Friday means I can potter around without bugging Hubby with my cleaning and sorting. But instead, I spent the day in my PJ's listening to the rain from the warmth of our bed, watching TV and downloaded movies, and made a casserole for dinner. All my plans don't seem as important. Today is just for me and my failing body to recover.
30 Days of Grateful Blogging - Day 8
*Written in retrospect*
Today I am 14 days post ovulation. I have been feeling crappy all week with cramps and swelling and back pain, but we have made it this far. The day started off well with all of these symptoms actually going away. I got up, got ready for work, put in my liner (just in case) and headed to work. Work was rubbish; super busy, no lunch break. But I made it to knock off time relatively unscathed. I spent the day running in and out of the bathroom "just to check" I hadn't started bleeding. I did one last mad dash to the loo as I was leaving work, so I wouldn't pee myself on the drive home, and there is was: spotting. Damn it!!
I felt instantly deflated! 14 days in and still this happens... I tried not to let it get to me straight away. I tried to convince myself it was just implant spotting or merely my imagination. As I was driving home though, the real cramping started. I told Hubby what was going on and he recommended I go have a warm shower and take a nap, so I did. When I woke up a couple of hours later, the spotting was heavier and darker. I messaged our Mum... "Say a big prayer for us" I begged. And so, with all of Hubby's family present, they did. I posted on my FB page the same, and the responses were instant.
Today, I am grateful to have such a wonderful, willing, support network. This amazing group of people who stand by us, pray for us, care for us. This may or may not be our turn, but we know we have people who will drop everything and call to the heaven's for our cause. I am grateful for your support.
Today I am 14 days post ovulation. I have been feeling crappy all week with cramps and swelling and back pain, but we have made it this far. The day started off well with all of these symptoms actually going away. I got up, got ready for work, put in my liner (just in case) and headed to work. Work was rubbish; super busy, no lunch break. But I made it to knock off time relatively unscathed. I spent the day running in and out of the bathroom "just to check" I hadn't started bleeding. I did one last mad dash to the loo as I was leaving work, so I wouldn't pee myself on the drive home, and there is was: spotting. Damn it!!
I felt instantly deflated! 14 days in and still this happens... I tried not to let it get to me straight away. I tried to convince myself it was just implant spotting or merely my imagination. As I was driving home though, the real cramping started. I told Hubby what was going on and he recommended I go have a warm shower and take a nap, so I did. When I woke up a couple of hours later, the spotting was heavier and darker. I messaged our Mum... "Say a big prayer for us" I begged. And so, with all of Hubby's family present, they did. I posted on my FB page the same, and the responses were instant.
Today, I am grateful to have such a wonderful, willing, support network. This amazing group of people who stand by us, pray for us, care for us. This may or may not be our turn, but we know we have people who will drop everything and call to the heaven's for our cause. I am grateful for your support.
Tuesday, 1 May 2012
30 Days of Grateful Blogging - Day 7
Today I am grateful for hobbies shared with friends! Every May my friend Zan and I do a photo-a-day photography challenge. Last year we didn't pick a subject and had a blast taking random photos every day. This year we've chosen the alphabet. So, starting today on the letter A, we set sail on our challenge.
Zan has a slight advantage as she's a very talented, and popular, photographer here in Brisbane. You can check her out at Zanabelle Photography. You'll even get to see her photo-a-day albums from the last couple of years (there might even be a sneaky picture of me among them :D).
If you'd like to join in the fun I'd love to see your alphabet of photos. Feel free to post them on my Facebook page. I won't be adding all of my mine to the Sunny Side Up page for privacy reasons, but you can follow Zan along via hers.
Have fun!
Zan has a slight advantage as she's a very talented, and popular, photographer here in Brisbane. You can check her out at Zanabelle Photography. You'll even get to see her photo-a-day albums from the last couple of years (there might even be a sneaky picture of me among them :D).
If you'd like to join in the fun I'd love to see your alphabet of photos. Feel free to post them on my Facebook page. I won't be adding all of my mine to the Sunny Side Up page for privacy reasons, but you can follow Zan along via hers.
Have fun!
Monday, 30 April 2012
30 Days of Grateful Blogging - Days 5 & 6
Ok, so I'm gonna cheat a bit and put days 5 and 6 together. There's one simple reason for this. Yesterday's thing I was grateful for has been a lifesaver again for me today. Drugs! Hahaha, I know how that sounds. Sunny's a junkie? Well, no I'm not. But I do really appreciate a good pain reliever. And the last two days I have been relying on them to get me through work and to be able to sleep through the night.
With it now being 12 days post ovulation I am dead on schedule to get my period. And with that comes the three days of bloating and cramping pre-fanny blowout and all the joy that follows. I am currently waiting, with hormonal rage, for my period to show, and I know she's a'coming because everything from my rib cage down aches like a biatch. Particularly my lower back.
If it wasn't for my favourite codeine and paracetamol combination I wouldn't be able to walk right now. It kicks my cramping and bloating to the curb for a good three hours of pain free existence. Seriously, if there were any drug company that wanted to sponsor us poor chicks with period pain, I'd fully recommend anyone that makes decent analgesics! Trust me, I've tried a few different combos when attempting to rid my body of this horrible pain, and only a few certain things have helped. And since us infertiles know that Ibuprofen is considered one of the greatest evils, paracetamol combos really are the only way to go.
Listen to me, anyone would think I was a nurse!? HAHA! But, when you spend all day handing out some of the strongest forms of pain relief to others, you come to learn what works, and what doesn't. And there's nothing quite like good old panadol!
So cheers to analgesics! For you I am truly grateful!
With it now being 12 days post ovulation I am dead on schedule to get my period. And with that comes the three days of bloating and cramping pre-fanny blowout and all the joy that follows. I am currently waiting, with hormonal rage, for my period to show, and I know she's a'coming because everything from my rib cage down aches like a biatch. Particularly my lower back.
If it wasn't for my favourite codeine and paracetamol combination I wouldn't be able to walk right now. It kicks my cramping and bloating to the curb for a good three hours of pain free existence. Seriously, if there were any drug company that wanted to sponsor us poor chicks with period pain, I'd fully recommend anyone that makes decent analgesics! Trust me, I've tried a few different combos when attempting to rid my body of this horrible pain, and only a few certain things have helped. And since us infertiles know that Ibuprofen is considered one of the greatest evils, paracetamol combos really are the only way to go.
Listen to me, anyone would think I was a nurse!? HAHA! But, when you spend all day handing out some of the strongest forms of pain relief to others, you come to learn what works, and what doesn't. And there's nothing quite like good old panadol!
So cheers to analgesics! For you I am truly grateful!
Saturday, 28 April 2012
30 Days of Grateful Blogging - Day 4
Today I am grateful for positive feedback. I won an award! It feels really lovely to know that the words you write, especially when the topics are so personal, are reaching others out there. I never knew how much I would fall in love with blogging, but now I can't live without it!
This gorgeous little award was given to me by Em Hart, over at Follow Every Rainbow. Em has been one of my most favourite blog commenters for a while, and being as daft as I am, only just realised she too had a lovely little blog of her own (sorry, Em!)
Em's blog is also about life and love in the middle of infertility. She's witty and funny and honest! I have loved back-reading through her posts over the last week. So head over there and say hi!
There's just one thing about this award, you gotta earn it. Here's how:
Em's blog is also about life and love in the middle of infertility. She's witty and funny and honest! I have loved back-reading through her posts over the last week. So head over there and say hi!
There's just one thing about this award, you gotta earn it. Here's how:
- Share who gave you this award to you with a link back to their blog (above)
- Write down 7 random facts about yourself.
- Give this award to 15 other bloggers.
- Let them know they've won
- Pop the award on your blog
Ready for some Sunny randomness?
- My hair used to be straight as an arrow! But since I've started fertility medications it's become an unruly, wavy mess. But I'm learning to love it!
- I am painfully allergic to latex. I break out in hives and a very itchy, sore rash on contact. This made for some very interesting and embarrassing pre-baby making sex as I'd have to run to the bathroom to run cool water over my lady business. Teehee!
- It's not really a secret that I love blood and guts. The messier, grosser and gooier the better! My husband says that under all my sweetness there is a creepy woman lying in waiting. He may be right?!
- When I was little there was a girl who had the same name as me, but spelled differently by one letter. She was like my exact opposite. She was short and plump, really loud and nasty, and liked to pick on other kids. She was so mean to me about that one letter and we ended up being enemies from the time I was five until age 10.
- I dated my best friend's twin brother for about four years in high school. Everyone thought we might get married, but we didn't. Which is kind of sad, because it would have been awesome to have her as my sister!
- When I first started nursing on the ward I'm in now my husband realised he knew my boss, SG. Out of the blue he got reconnected with some very old and dear friends. Nearly six years later, we're all still great mates and SG and I are as close as sisters. I'm sad I don't get to see her everyday since she moved out of state.
- When I was little, all I ever wanted to be was a chef. When it came time to apply for university and pick a profession I decided against it, to become a nurse. Mostly because people kept telling what crappy hours chefs work. Ironic much?
- A Life Less Frantic
- MissConception
- Life, Loss and Other Things
- NieNie Dialogues
- Fertility Freak
- Mrs Woogs World
- Follow Every Rainbow
- Glitter and Rainbows
- Journey Through IF
- Colour Me Katie
- Whisk and a Prayer
- The Infertile Gynecologist
- Life As Dad To Donor Insemination Kids
- Salvation Jane (Home)
- Junque - Modernly Shabby Chic Furniture
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)