Burning Sensation ...

Literally!..   This is one of those posts I wish I had thought to grab my camera in all the craziness. But alass..  web search images will have to do. 
Two nights ago, I was making Jon and I dinner.  I decided the day before that I really wanted mashed potatoes; so I made it happen. When it came time to drain off the water, Jon went to grab the strainer, I told him not to worry about it.  I had drained water against the sink MANY MANY times before, and decided it would be easier to just do that again.   (you all know where this is going... don't you) I picked the huge pot of boiling water off the stove walked to the sink..  Two bumps later and the pot of boiling water was all. Over. My stomach. SON OF A... CUSS WORDS.... MORE CUSS WORDS...  And a few I'm sure I made up in the moment. No amount of jumping back could get my huge stomach far enough away from the waterfall of boiling pain...

This was my face.....

Then this was my face.. 

I then ran to the bedroom and stripped faster than a Honeymooner. I looked in the mirror..  Saw the huge red ball where my stomach had once been...  And quietly Started to do this.

Yep.. Like a baby! That is until I heard Jon coming in (he cleaned up my spill like a champ) I wiped them away.  Because of course I wouldn't cry at that.  Who cries at a boiling pot of water being spilled on them?  Really?!



Two days later, my engorged swollen red stomach has gone down. I am only left with a burn about 3 inches long and an inch wide..  I'll take it!!  Only a few blisters.. I'll take those too!!  Anything is better than what it started as.

They funny thing is, Jon saw my Doctor that night at work... When he said; "Hey, Chelsea burned herself..."  The first thing my Doctor said was; "She got to close to the stove cooking, huh?" Not quite.. But I'm glad I'm not the only one.. :) I go see him tomorrow...  Great.

Learning from my childhood

When I was young(er), I loved holidays with the family. There are a few memories that happened every year, those memories are for the most part what I think of when I think back. Thanksgiving, the setting of the table as we walked into my Grandma's house. Christmas, the overwhelming pile of gifts for family that literally took over (and still does) the front sitting room. Opening gifts in that madness has become an art. I think we all have it down pretty fantastically. A memory from both, the copious amounts of food. My cousin and I used to joke that if we ate till we were full. We could lay on our backs for a few minutes and go back for more. We always ate to much, but we were always happy to do so.
Now that my insides have... Moved slightly. I eat smaller meals, unless I want to end up Holiday hangover sick. This morning when I woke up, I was starving!! Maybe because I didn't eat last night when I normally do, maybe because I slept in when I don't normally. Either way, food was needed!! STAT! So I went out to make French toast, sounded delicious. But it was taking to long.. So I had a piece of toast while it was cooking. Then, I had egg leftover. We can't waste! So while I threw the egg in the pan, I hurried and ate my French toast waiting for me on the plate. Now I had egg cooking.. You NEED a piece of toast to go with egg. Right?! Well needless to say, my brain forgot I don't... Scratch that.. I CAN'T eat big meals anymore. They make me incredibly sick. Not only sick.. But if I get one kick in the wrong place, lets just say it won't be pretty. I couldn't, with any amount of will finish the egg and toast. (Thank goodness)
How does this all tie in to Holidays? All I could think to do was layback, and give my stomach as much room as possible. Thank goodness for my holiday gullet antics as a child. Lesson learned.


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God is Gracious.

I have some confessions. I suck at updating. Plain and simple. During this pregnancy, I have lead you all to believe it's because I have no time. While time is in fact limited, I always find time to read all your blogs a few times a week. So why can't I just write a quick update?  I have wanted to; many times actually.  I have wanted to poke fun that I didn't pass my one hour glucose by three stupid tiny points. I have wanted to excitedly tell you all I passed my three hour with FLYING colors! And I, who can't even look at a needle, was poked FOUR times in a three hour period. Yes me!!  I didn't even pass out!! I have wanted to tell you all I cut my "chugging time" of my glucose drink in half the second time around..  That's right!  In half!!  WOOT!!
Oh by the way, did you all hear my weight gain has only been 16 pounds..? No?  Well I'm pretty stoked about that too..  But none of you know all that. Because as excited as I have been; and all these things I want to remember; my over reactive girl brain keeps thinking that the moment I put to much down, is the moment something crazy will happen again. And I will have a full blog of memories that will hurt to read. I know how stupid all this sounds.  It's worse.  I have wanted; this entire pregnancy; to write letters to my baby boy in a book/journal.  I have wanted to tell him everything he is doing. How happy he makes me when he isn't even with me yet. How happy he makes Jon. How his daddy, when he is barely awake enough to keep his eyes open, will sometimes forget to tell me.. "Bye, I love you." But always remembers to tell him. I haven't even been able to do this. I realize this is all ridiculous, the sane part of my brain knows this. It's that irrational side that keeps freaking out.
So today, when I was thinking of another blog post I would never actually write, I decided to look up the meaning of our little boys name. It's funny that I haven't ever thought to do this before. When just a year ago I indulged myself in the meanings of names.  Jack. A Hebrew name. Meaning God is Gracious. 
How ironic. After all we have been through. We unknowingly picked a name that means so much to our situation. Because in the time I shut myself out, left myself in bed for days. I always knew this statement was true. I always counted on Him to bring me a baby again when the time was right.
I have nine weeks left. I am going to start those letters to Jack.

Oh Boy, A Boy!!

I can't believe how fast time is going! Every time I feel like a week has past so I better update, turns out months have passed! In some ways this is great, others not so much. Like realizing there is only 7 pay periods until Christmas. Which means 7 until baby gets here!! Double yikes!! Last month Jon and I found out we are having a boy!! We were both very open to either, but are so excited to have a little boy! Jon named him, and informed me there was no reason to keep thinking of names. He has one. Which, secretly I actually love that Jon named his son. Maybe I would so much if I didn't actually like the name. :)
Here is our little Jackson Troy Dattage. We completely love him already!!!


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Parasite...

I have another blog post I have been wanting to get ready..  But until then, here is one to hold you over. :)  So most of the time I don't really notice much, it's been fairly easy to be pregnant.  Some sickness at first, pains and aches here and there.  But othere than that, I'm happy.  Most of my clothes all fit fine..  but I can tell I'm getting to the weird point where a few things just aren't as comfortable as they were before.  Today I wore some pants that I tell will not be a fave of mine in a few more weeks.  Luckily, it's only in the waist band..  but that's the worst spot to feel it. I was complaining about it, Jon laughed at some odd thing I called it.. (I honestly can't remember what) When he repeated it back to me, I told him it was a little parasite.. He returned with "A parasite you're going to Love, I already Love it."

The things he says make me smile.  He is so different from last pregnancy to this one.. He is going to be an amazing Daddy.

6 Months

Many of you that have stayed caught up with our blog know I have been absent for a few months. You also know if you have been reading for a while, that last year Jon and I lost a pregnancy. Coming out of that was a long haul, monthly (sometimes weekly) blood test were not the highlight of last summer for me.
After talking with my doctor, he said with everything that had happened; once we decided we were ready for a baby again, he wouldn't make us wait the usual 12 months before stepping in and helping medically. He would only have us go 6 months!! We were excited to hear this since 6 months didn't seem long at all after everything we had been through.
One evening Jon was teasing me, normal at our house, he asked if it was "that time of the month". I laughed at him, then started thinking. I realized I wasn't even sure where I was in the month. After looking at a calendar I got up and went to the other room.
After waiting three very short minutes, I walked back in to the living room. No smiles... No frowns... Just shock. I handed the unbelievable proof to Jon and sat on the other side of the couch. He looked at it for a minute, and calmly asked if I was serious then set the test down between us. He turned and continued watching the show. Every couple of minutes we would look at each other, then the test. There was no denying the digital "pregnant" that stared back at us.
We are so grateful, we know although our plans don't always pan out, the lords plans for us will. He knows what we can handle. He knows what will make us stronger. We are so excited, our 6 month wait turned into a very short 6 weeks.
I am now just over 14 weeks, and my 6 months is just 5 1/2 away.
We can't wait for our Christmas miracle.



Eeeek!!!

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It is now June and it has been 6.. Count them.. SIX months since my last post. I feel terrible for leaving this so empty. I read back, my blog used to be fun, full of interesting random posts.. I will try to do better. These past few months have been crazy. So many different things going on. I honestly didn't even know how to put some days, weeks, months down in words. Somethings I'm sure I will find a way; others will need to be lost forever. And Frankly, I'm A. Okay with that. Jon and I did get back from an AMAZING vacation two weeks ago. We went on a cruise for my grandparents 50th anniversary! These two are so dear to me. They are everything I want to be when Jon and I hit that milestone. So happy for them. My grandma is amazing. She has a special relationship with each of us. Makes each of us feel special to her in her own special way. We are all so lucky to have her. My grandpa is such a good man. There isn't a bad bone in his body, and he wouldn't hesitate to stop any behavior he didn't see fit. I love him for this. He is so strong in what he believe. I feel so lucky to know him and have grown up so close to him. I will add more about the vacation soon. I need to include pictures or it's just boring. See you soon!