Lost and Found

First a quick thank you to all the sweet care, concern and comments for my mental well being after the last miserable post I posted.  It got worse for a couple days but I'm finally feeling more like myself today.  I was talking to Baby Mama about it and she had similar ups and downs while on Estrogen.  So it sounds like this is normal, albeit sucky, and we're just going to have to get used to it until a little ways into the pregnancy when my body takes over on its own.  

It was really bad though... Thursday especially.  I am not normally a person who is prone to getting blue, sad, depressed.  I am more of a glass half full type of person and can find a bright side in almost any situation.  So to go through a period of time where I couldn't even make my face smile was unusual for me.  There were tears in my eyes on the verge of spilling at any second, but with no (good) reason to cry, they didn't come.  They just sat there, waiting.

I truly felt that I'd lost myself.   I was suffocating... a feeling I have never known.

Yesterday was a better day and Shawn and I even got a date last night.  I got tickets to a new Comedy Club near us and at the last minute was able to corral my boss and a co~worker and their dates and we all went out for a night of laughs and giggles.  It was definitely good to release some of that negative energy that had been building up and laugh until my face literally ached.  Even the boys were happy to see their beloved Barb (the babysitter).  We haven't called her in ages because my in~laws have been here and were able to watch the boys occasionally so we could have some time alone.  Lately that hasn't been the case, and it's hard to justify the extra cash paying a babysitter costs.  But when the Comedy Club sends you free tickets (with no drink minimum!), paying $40 for a babysitter doesn't seem like such a big deal.

Anyway, hopefully I'll stay back to normal, but I'm not sure because I just added another Estrogen patch today.  Maybe if I don't think about it, it won't affect me. ;)

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Moving on... Some of you may remember the glorious day when we found Gavin's beloved cowboy boots in a thrift store?   They all but replaced Ella (Ria's daughter) as the love of his life.  He wore them every day all summer and into the fall.  He wore them to school, to the park, even to the beach (I tried to find evidence of this but all I can find are barefoot pics, so you'll have to take my word for it).  Here's one on the first day of school, mid~August:

Anyway, they were the best thrift store treasure ever and he wore them almost every day.  Then, one fateful day, they got lost.  We tore the house up trying to find them.  And think about it ~ how do SHOES get lost?  You wouldn't leave them in a shopping cart at the grocery store... or at a friend's house... or in the car... We just couldn't figure out what had happened to them.  We looked in his bedroom, in the designated shoe place, downstairs in the playroom in the basement, all over the house.  They had disappeared into thin air.  He was sad but he had gotten some Crocs boots as a Birthday Brother gift for Tyler's birthday back in August, so those substituted his beloved cowboy boots.  But it just wasn't the same.

Finally, Christmas rolled around... about a month after the mysterious disappearance of the beloved cowboy boots.  When Grandma asked him what he wanted for Christmas from her, he promptly said he would like some new cowboy boots.  Of course, being Grandma, she obliged.  He loved them and wore them almost daily, as long as there wasn't snow to be played in (he is careful not to ruin them).

Yesterday, as I was standing in my bathroom getting ready for work, I heard yelling and commotion coming from Gavin's room.  He burst into our bedroom, shouting "I found my COWBOY BOOTS!!"  He was more excited than I can remember seeing him ~ at least since Christmas ~ and I was stunned to see the missing treasure.  Apparently, they had somehow found their way into a backpack in his closet ... of course a place we hadn't thought to look.  He also found his Colts hat, some matchbox cars and a book we'd gotten that he had only read twice before it disappeared (some of these things we hadn't even known were missing!).  It was almost like Christmas all over again...

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In other news... or rather, updates... just a little over a week before Shawn and I fly to Hawaii!  I haven't even started packing or thought too much about it, but Baby Mama tells me it's 60~80 degrees there and that sounds like heaven after cold, snowy Denver.  We're getting really excited to go and the boys, of course, are looking forward to getting spoiled by Grandma for a week.  I can't wait to meet Baby Mama and Baby Daddy... to see new places... walk on the beach... maybe sneak another date with my husband in... and even the bed rest while the baby is implanting sounds wonderful.  I might actually catch up on my magazines and finish the book I've been slowly trudging through.

I have one last Ladies Night Out with my favorite Mamas before (hopefully) getting pregnant and having 9 months of abstinence.  We are going out Saturday night to see a friend of Ria's' band ... which I am sure will be fun.

And now... we are off to run errands.  Happy Saturday!