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The one I never thought I’d write

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As a relatively fit 27 year old who was doing everything “right”, I never I thought I would wake up Friday morning to something not being…right.

But I did.

So, I called and spoke to the nurse on call. Told her what was going on. She told me to take it easy. Keep my feet up. Then she told me to call and check in on Monday morning. That was that.

I stayed at work for a few hours. Unable to focus, I filled in one of my bosses about something not being quite right, and he told me to go home. Right then. So home I went. Propped my feet up on the couch and slept the afternoon away. Andy picked Ry up that night. He made us dinner. He did the dishes. I stayed off my feet. Something still wasn’t quite right.

And, I guess when you know, you know, because I awoke from a dead sleep at 1 AM and I knew.

At 7 weeks, 4 days pregnant, I was having a miscarriage.

I tried to go back to sleep. For the rest of the night I was in and out of sleep and in and out of bed.

That night, and since then, I’ve had a lot of time to think about what was happening.

And you know what? I’m OK with it.

Surprisingly OK with it in fact.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had my ups and downs but, at this point, it is what it is and there is {obviously} no changing it. To be honest, knowing what was happening was much more comforting to me than trying to decide just what the nurse meant when she said this “could be normal”.

It’s a very weird thing to write about now. Especially considering so many of you didn’t even know Andy and I were expecting. But, it’s not something I can just skip over like it never happened.

We are blessed beyond measure in the life we have built together. I truly, truly believe that even though I may not see the reasons now, all things do happen for a reason.

There’s always a silver lining…right?

So proud of my girl.

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This last weekend I mostly sat on my butt on the couch {possibly more on this later}. No really. I didn’t wash a single dish. Or fold a single piece of laundry. Or cook a single meal. Andy pretty much did everything and I sat on the couch. {side note: Not having cable when you are stuck on the couch SUCKS. Hard.}

Rylee was very good and very sweet all weekend. We played a lot of memory and we did a lot of coloring.

She is becoming so grown up. SO much so. Becoming so deliberate. And so coordinated. And I am so proud of her for the little person she is becoming.

She sort of blows my mind, that girl.

And this? This was no exception. She’s been able to spell her name out loud for quite a while, but last night she decided she wanted to write her name. So we did it together. I will keep this piece of paper for as long as I live.

One-Zero

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Ten.

Ten years, to be exact.

One decade.

More than a third of my life.

On this day, ten years ago, Andy and I decided to “make it official”.

And we’ve never looked back.

Who knew what started as nothing more than a family friend showing me around our local community college campus would grow  into the life we have built today.

I remember him back when I thought boys were gross…playing laser tag & eating pizza with him when my uncle would come into town. And, I’ll be honest, at 14 years old when he would come over to do Bio101 projects with my sister, I had a huge crush on him, but never imagined us married.

Words cannot begin to describe the love and admiration I have for this man and just how blessed I am to call him my husband, father of my child, best friend and partner in life.

3 years of dating. 1 year of engagement. 6 years of marriage.

These ten years have given us many blessings as well as many trials. Sometimes a roller coaster. But with one thing remaining constant. Him by my side.

And so, with that…

Here’s to ten  more decades.

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I’m not ready to give anatomy lessons

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Have you noticed that facebook has this really “neat” new-ish feature where it tells you what your status update was exactly one year ago. Kinda scary if you ask me, but whatever, I blog, therefore I have no shame.

Anyway, my point is…one year ago today I posted this on facebook: Don’t want to jinx it, but I’m pretty sure I just potty trained my kid over the weekend. She’s at daycare in undies today!!

That means it’s been one whole year since my kid been in diapers {not counting bedtime and that one awkward road trip where we had to stop on the side of the highway in the pouring down rain because she refused to pee ind said diaper}.

Anyway (again), it wasn’t long after this initial potty training that she started to notice that Daddy doesn’t sit down to pee. And one day, as she faced the toilet and grabbed her belly button, she declared that she was going to stand up to go potty just like daddy! Thankfully, I got to her in time, explained how we have to go pee differently than daddy and other boys and that was that. She never spoke about it again…

Until a few of weeks ago…

I was in the kitchen making dinner, or doing dished, or something when all I heard was Andy say {loud enough for me to hear} “go ask your mom”. Ry came running in to the kitchen and asked me…the dreaded question…

“Mommy, what’s that thing on the front of Daddy’s bum? You know…that he pees with?”

So I did what any mom would do…I lied and changed the subject.

Kidding! I told her what the “thing on Daddy’s bum was” making sure not to use any slang terms, etc. She seemed ok with my answer and went on with her evening.

About a week later, after Andy had babysat a friend’s two little boys, Rylee asked what that little thing was on the front of the baby’s bum…because she saw it when Daddy was changing his diaper. Again, I gave her a little anatomy lesson and that was that.

Then, while we were camping, we were coloring near the campfire one morning. She drew some marks on the paper that she declared as SNOW!, so I drew a couple of snowmen.

When I was done, she took the paper, made another little scribble and said ALL DONE!

Andy and I both looked at the paper. And then each other.

{and then I grabbed my camera}

Yep…she drew a penis. On Frosty the Snowman.

So clearly, she knows her anatomy. Now we just need to work on appropriate usage!

{let’s just hope the appropriateness talk sinks in before her she’s back to her school routine! Heh.}

Go ahead…take it for a spin.

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Welcome to my shiny new blog!! What do ya think so far??

Feel free to click around, check things out…kick the ole tires.

Here’s some things you will notice:

1. Our very own URL! We’ve dropped Little Miss Rylee and now we’re “Somewhere in the Middle”. Things have changed since that very first blog post and I’m happy with where we’ve ended up. Don’t worry, there will still be plenty of 3-year-old antics to share!

2. An obvious one is the look. Just keeping it fresh.

3. It’s a work in progress. There will be new (!) things (!) here and there as I get settled in.

Here’s some other things:

1. Andy went back to work on Monday. Summers are never long enough. We’re transitioning back into our school year routine.

2. We’re headed into product launch season at my work…always my favorite time of year, but also the craziest. So, just be prepared for that.

3. Rylee has decided as of the last week that instead of waking up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom that she’ll just sleep through all of that and wake us up once she’s already gone…in her bed. So…yea…

4. All those things combined? Yea, it means we’re all tired in our house.

So I guess that’s it for now…

We’ll return to our regularly scheduled blogging tomorrow!