Boy Blundy

I am a lucky, lucky woman to be married to this man. This man is my best friend, a wonderful husband and one of the best men I know. He is going to make an amazing father and I can’t wait to see him in action. He has always been good about doing things to help me out around the house. When our house was on the market, he was great with helping me clean and get it ready for a showing. He helps do the dishes most nights after dinner, he does a lot of the cooking, and helps out with the laundry…and lets face it, who likes to do laundry

The last month or so since I haven’t really been able to do much and am supposed to be “taking it easy”, he has really had to step up and take over doing the majority of the house work and everything else that needs to be done before the babies get here. He has painted the babies room and our room, all by himself! Put the second crib together, hung curtain rods for me, done a lot of the house work and laundry and spent like 3 hours in our backyard pulling all the massive weeds that had taken over. All the while, I lay on the couch! I feel bad that all this has landed on him and I really wish I could have helped him paint or pick the weeds and clean the house or do laundry, but apparently that’s more than I’m supposed to be doing….

He does all this without complaining too and I can’t thank him enough!! So thank you for all your hard work and I love you!

2009 Review

2009 has flown by and we are already into 2010. Jonathan and I did quite a bit in 2009 and through its ups and downs, we had a great year. We started off the year like every other year, a birthday bash with my family and the Medlin’s (My other family) to celebrate my dad’s and Bob’s birthdays.

Day 107 ~ 365 Days Project

In February Jonathan and I went on our first cruise to Cozumel and Progresso, Mexico with our friends Josh and Shalyn.

cozumel trip

Jonathan and I completed our first bike race, Tour Dallas, with our friend Todd. We had a great time and hope to do it again this year.

Tour Dallas 2009

A few months later, we rode in another bike ride, Mesquite Rodeo Ride. We attempted this one but about 10-12 miles in I was done, my heart couldn’t take anymore.

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We took a visit to the Ft. Worth Botanical Gardens on Memorial Day Weekend

Our good friend Tami got married to Michael in May and Jonathan and I were the photographers.
tami & Michael

In July Jonathan and I went on another cruise to the Bahamas with my parents, his parents and his sister and brother-in-law. We had a great time with everyone!

Bahamas Trip

In August we put our house on the market so we can move closer to both our families. We are hoping to move to the Forney or Rockwall area. Hopefully our home will sell in 2010 and we can move closer to our families.

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In October we started the process to become foster parents so we can adopt through CPS. We had to do about 32 hours of classroom training, we filled out 1000 pieces of paperwork, done drug screenings, got our fingerprints done with the FBI, and have completed our homestudy so we are just playing the waiting game now. For our homestudy we had to have the babies room set up with the crib and everything so we moved our guest room into the office and set up the babies room.

baby room

Throughout the year we went to a few of my nephew, Jake’s, soccer games and spent time with my niece, Brooklyn.

Jake
Brooklyn

We spent Thanksgiving and Christmas with both of our families and rang in the new year with some friends. We started 2010 the same way we started 2009, a birthday bash with my family and the medlins.

We finally got an updated picture of all the Turner-Medlin “kids” and their significant other.

So here’s to the New Year and a happy and joyous 2010. We anticipate 2010 to be a big year for us as we bring a little one into our home and hopefully adopt a child this year. I wish all of you a wonderful new year and hope your dreams and goals of 2010 come true!

And so it begins…

Things are a changin at the Blundell house! Changing for the better, of course. We are well on our way to becoming foster parents and that much closer to adopting a kiddo. More and more, raising a child seems to be an immediate reality and not some nebulous event in the hazy future.

We have two weeks left of pre service classes, we have to get all the million papers turned in, get our fingerprints done with the FBI and then one of us has to get his drug test (I already did)…after all that is done we can schedule our pre service visit and homestudy. They told us that there is a very good possibility we could be licensed with the state by January!! The agency told us we needed the room set up with the crib and all for the pre service visit so we went out and got our crib this weekend.

We decided to use the room we had been using as a guest room for the nursery so we had to combine the guest room and office. So we moved the bed into the office and cleared out the other room to complete the transformation.

the guest room and office are now combined

Since we are still trying to sell our house, we didn’t want to paint the room so we found these wall decals that just stick to the wall – there pretty awesome! They were pretty easy to put up, just a tedious task as each of the leaves had to be individually placed…and for a perfectionist like me, that took some time.

Nursery

I also re-painted and re-stained a small chest of drawers I had in my room all growing up so we can use it in the nursery. And after that, repainted it…long story short, I bought flat paint instead of semi-gloss, not sure what I was thinking when I bought it but it’s ok now, the world is all good again.

Nursery

It’s very strange to think that within the next couple of months, we could have a little one in the house. But it could also take a while before we get a placement so we are trying not to get toooo excited. Who am I kidding, I can’t help but be excited!

This has been such an emotional time in our lives (well, mine anyways) and I feel sad, angry, disappointed and every other emotion that comes along with infertility, but at the same time I am excited, happy, joyous, hopeful and thankful at the thought of bringing a child into our home and family that we will care for and love at the time they need it most.

We are supposed to read 3 books that the Baptist Home recommends and then write a “book report” on what we learned from the book. The books we are reading are good books and bring up topics you may not think about in adoption. One of the books talks about how the whole pre-service time prior to an adoption (or in our case, foster care) is like a pregnancy. They call it “pregnant by adoption”. The author says “If I were six months pregnant, people would be drooling over me, but since I’m expecting by adoption, I get so much nonchalance, shock and plain old rudeness. Adoption is sometimes treated as not being ‘real’ (and, of course, with all the hopes and fears, some of us hold back our excitement) therefore, it would be helpful for those around us to understand our need to be treated as if we are expecting, or pregnant by adoption.” This is very true…if I were pregnant, I’d have a big belly and people would just know that we were expecting, but because I don’t have that, people don’t know or get excited about it. Don’t get me wrong, the people we are close to have shown their support and excitement. A few months back when I made a comment about us adopting on facebook, I got several comments from people, but my favorite comment and the one that meant the most to me was from my friend Amy…all she said was “How exciting, I didn’t know you were ‘expecting'”. I don’t think she’ll ever know how much that simple comment meant to me! I will say, it was kind of strange going into babies r us to buy our crib and nursery stuff not having a baby at home or knowing one is on the way. But it is an experience that mothers and fathers-to-be get to go through, so why shouldn’t we?

As we are preparing to bring a child into the home we are doing the same stuff most parents would, setting up the nursery, getting excited and thinking of what the child will be like. But for us, there are some differences from those who are actually going to give birth. We have to go to parenting classes, we have to have the fire marshal come and do a health/fire safety check of our home, we have to have someone come interview us and ask us all kinds of personal information to make sure we will be “fit parents”. We also have to think about some of the struggles that come with adoption. Adoption has positive and negative elements, none of us wants to acknowledge the negative, painful side–which is, loss. But the truth is, the very act of adoption is built upon loss. For the birth parents, the loss of their biological offspring, the relationship that could have been, a very part of themselves. For the adoptive parents, the loss of giving birth to a biological child, the child whose face will never mirror theirs. And for the adopted child, the loss of the birth parents, the earliest experiences of belonging and acceptance. To deny adoption loss is to deny the emotional reality of everyone involved.

We are very excited and can’t wait to see what the next few months will bring. We just ask for your continued prayers and support as we wait for a little one to join the family!

Our Battle

I say our battle because I’m not the only one going through this, I’m not the only one whose not able to have a baby. Jonathan has to go through the disappointment just as much as I do. I received this email from a friend tonight and feel like it pretty much sums up how I feel and what I’m going through. As I read through this I just sat there thinking, “ya, that’s right, that’s me…”. Here ya go, you can read it for yourself:

“Couples experiencing infertility often receive well-meaning but extremely insensitive “advice.” We can all list the most popular ones: “Just relax and you’ll get pregnant,” or “adopt and you’ll get pregnant,” of the most painful from those who think they’ve got the goods on God’s plan, “Maybe God never meant for you to have children.” The sheer audacity of making a statement like that never fails to amaze me.

These same people would never walk up to someone seeking treatment for cancer and say, “Maybe God never meant for you to live.” However, because I am infertile, I’m supposed to get on with my life. It’s hard to understand that people cannot see infertility for what it is, a disease for which I have to seek treatment. What if Jonas Salk had said to the parents of polio victims, “Maybe God meant for thousands of our children to be cripples, live in an iron lung or die.” What if he’d never tried to find a cure? Who could think for one minute that that was God’s plan?

What do I think God meant when he gave me infertility?

I think he meant for my husband and I to grow closer, become stronger, love deeper. I think God meant for us to find the fortitude within ourselves to get up every time infertility knocks us down. I think God meant for our medical community to discover medicines, invent medical equipment, create procedures and protocols. I think God meant for us to find a cure for infertility.

No, God never meant for me not to have children. That’s not my destiny; that’s just a fork in the road I’m on. I’ve been placed on the road less traveled, and like it or not, I’m a better person for it. Clearly, God meant for me to develop more compassion, deeper courage, and greater inner strength on this journey to resolution, and I haven’t let him down.

Frankly, if the truth be known, I think God has singled me out for a special treatment. I think God meant for me to build a thirst for a child so strong and so deep that when that baby is finally placed in my arms, it will be the longest, coolest, most refreshing drink I’ve ever known.

While I would never choose infertility, I cannot deny that a fertile woman could never know the joy that awaits me. Yes, one way or another, I will have a baby of my own. And the next time someone wants to offer me unsolicited advice I’ll say, “Don’t tell me what God meant when he handed me infertility. I already know.”

Day 123 ~ 365 Days Project

One day God will give us the gift of a child, it may not come all wrapped up with a nice shiny bow on it, but it will be a gift from God. And, I for one will say that there was no way I was not meant to be a mom. We will have a family one day, whether it’s biologically or through adoption.

Each November Brian, our pastor at Encounter, does a series that talks about storms. One year it was titled “storm chasers” and another was called “chase the lion”, it’s where he sits down with couples/individuals and talks to them about a “storm” they have gone through. These “storms” as we call it could be dealing with grief from losing a loved one, or a spouse who had an affair and they worked through it and recommitted their life to one another. Well, this is our storm and how we handle it will be our testimony to others. This topic always reminds me of the Casting Crowns song, “Praise You In The Storm”. As we sang it on Sunday, it has a whole new meaning now! I love this song:

Praise you in this storm

I was sure by now,God, that You would have reached down
and wiped our tears away,
stepped in and saved the day.
But once again, I say amen
and it’s still raining
as the thunder rolls
I barely hear You whisper through the rain,
“I’m with you”
and as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise
the God who gives and takes away.

Chorus:
And I’ll praise you in this storm
and I will lift my hands
for You are who You are
no matter where I am
and every tear I’ve cried
You hold in your hand
You never left my side
and though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm

I remember when I stumbled in the wind
You heard my cry to You
and raised me up again
my strength is almost gone how can I carry on
if I can’t find You
and as the thunder rolls
I barely hear You whisper through the rain
“I’m with you”
and as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise
the God who gives and takes away

I lift my eyes onto the hills
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth
I lift my eyes onto the hills
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth

House For Sale

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2 years ago we bought our first home:
New House
We spent time painting rooms, doing landscaping, and all kinds of other stuff:
House For Sale in Red Oak, TX

But in the end, it’s time to move on.

We finally did it, we put our house on the market today…It’s for sale! I love our house, I really do. I don’t love the location of it. It’s not that I don’t like Red Oak and the area, it’s fine, just not for me. Both Jonathan and I work in downtown Dallas and both of our families are about 45 – 50 minutes away. For most people, that’s plenty close….for me, it’s too far. I want to be able to call up my sister-in-law and in 15 minutes we are meeting for lunch or going shopping or whatever. We spend so many weekends in Dallas and do a lot in the Dallas area after work that I feel like we live in Dallas but sleep in Red Oak. Here has been my dilema…Jonathan would prefer to stay here or even further out than we are. I haven’t really pushed the issue of moving before now because I didn’t want to take Jonathan away from the area that he wants to live. He is a part of a Wednesday morning mens group with our church and if we moved he wouldn’t be able to keep going to that…and I didn’t want to be the reason for that. So the dilema comes in when I have to decide, do I stay in a place that I don’t like, an area that I don’t have but a few friends, and always wanting to be closer to my family. Or, do I try to talk him into moving and ultimately pull him away from his friends and church that he loves. So after a lot of thinking and going back and forth it comes down to the fact that I was so unhappy I had to talk him into moving but at the same time feel guilty about it because I know he doesn’t really want to move and I’m taking him away from friends. (It’s not like we are never going to see them again, we won’t be moving that far)

One day, somehow, we are going to have a family and I want to be close to our family when that happens. Another factor in our decision is that we weren’t sure we would get what we needed/wanted for our house. We don’t know what will happen with the housing market in the future….if we wait, will it get better or worse? After talking to a few realtors and seeing what other houses are going for, we decided to go for it. So for the next few months or longer (hopefully not that long) we will be living in a house that is neat and tidy and ready for potential buyers to view it at any moment! Anyone wanna buy a house?!

Bahama’s

Jonathan and I had a great time on our cruise to the Bahama’s last week. I wasn’t ready to get back to the real world this week at all! I never know which one is worse, the week before or after a vacation.

We met Jonathan’s sister and brother in law and our parents Monday morning and headed to the airport to fly to Florida. Our ship left from Port Canaveral, Florida and we headed to the Bahamas. The first day we stopped at CocoCay, an island near the Bahamas, and went to the beach all day.

We had a good time just relaxing by the ocean. The next day we were in Nassau and went snorkeling that morning and then had a tour of part of paradise island.

After snorkeling we headed back to the ship to change and eat some lunch with the padres. Then we all headed to Atlantis and walked around. It was a pretty cool hotel but not sure if I’d pay $200+ a night to stay there though.

After Atlantis we walked to the Straw Market which is basically a big flea market. Later that night Jonathan and I decided to climb the rock wall. It was a lot of fun. I thought I would feel the motion of the boat while climbing up the wall but I never did.

Overall we had a great time but we are done with beach vacations for a while. We hope to go to Scotland/England for our next vacation!!

Shopping With Mr. Blundy

Since getting married I have slowly tried to teach the hubs what shoes, shirts, shorts, etc go with each other. I will say it’s getting better, but still not quite there yet. For example, he seems to think that camo shorts go with anything. The biggest issue is what shoes go with different outfits. I’ve tried the subtle hints and even flat out saying, “you’re wearing those with that?” Nothing seems to stick! He really likes this pair of sketchers that I got him for his birthday last year and wears them with EVERYTHING. I’m okay with that because they are nice, it’s just that they don’t go with everything. They are more “nice/dress casual” shoes than “casual” and he tries to pass them off as tennis shoes…it doesn’t work. Anyway…This past weekend we went shopping for some new shoes….and had no luck. He is the hardest person to buy clothes/shoes for. He just doesn’t ever want to spend money on him and it’s hard to convince him he “needs” new shoes or clothes. After the shoe shopping we tried to find some new shirts and jeans for the boy. Another bomb! Stores just don’t make clothes long enough for him…jeans are always too short and shirts never fit. I have the opposite problem, I go to the store and clothes are never small/petite enough for me. Guess it’s back to ordering clothes online, I just don’t like not being able to try them on or making sure they fit before you actually buy them. O’well, I guess that’s life….maybe we’ll have better luck next time.

Life’s Curveballs

Every little girl dreams of the day she will become a mother, and every newly married couple dreams of the day they will hold their first child in their arms. For some, those dreams are shattered when they face the challenges of infertility. There is nothing harder then to hear you have infertility and may never get pregnant. What is even harder to hear is that someone else is pregnant; while you are happy for them you can’t help but wonder why it can’t be you. People will try to offer support and words of encouragement, but if they have never experienced infertility they don’t know how it truly feels. It makes it harder to hear someone say “You’ll have a baby when it’s meant to happen,” or “Stop trying so hard and you’ll become pregnant,” as if it’s that easy. Let me tell you, month after month of no positive pregnancy tests really takes a toll on you emotionally.

I’ve struggled for a few months with whether or not I was going to post this, simply because we weren’t ready to tell people and also because in the back of our mind, we just knew that it would happen and there would be no point in telling everyone.

Well it hasn’t happened and it is a very real reality in our life right now.

Jonathan and I have been trying to extend our family for about a year and a half now (surprise!).

And as a small disclaimer, here comes a lot of information that you probably wished you never knew about me. I’m sorry, but it’s a part of the process so get over it. 🙂

Anyway, I have always had sporadic cycles and my doctor said it wouldn’t be a big deal until I was trying to get pregnant, so we never did anything about it. I went in to see my doctor for my annual visit, about 9 months after we had started trying, and she did some blood work to see if anything was abnormal. Voila, there’s my problem! I had increased prolactin levels from a prolactinoma on my pituitary gland (a small benign tumor). The tumor doesn’t really cause a problem until you are trying to get pregnant and then you can’t because you don’t ovulate. Now, here comes the technical part… Prolactin is one of many hormones produced by the pituitary gland. It is primarily responsible for milk production during lactation. With increased prolactin, there is an increase in the hypothalamic hormone dopamine which tells the pituitary to stop releasing prolactin. In some cases the dopamine can’t reach the pituitary gland (like from a tumor). When that happens, there’s no signal to suppress the secretion of prolactin, and the pituitary continues to release it. When prolactin levels rise, the hypothalamus manufactures and releases more dopamine in an effort to stop prolactin production. This increase in dopamine has other effects. In particular, it suppresses the production of the hormones that promote release of FSH and LH. This in turn, leads to a drop in LH and FSH, causing low estrogen levels and therefore no ovulation.

Now that wasn’t too bad was it…still with me?

So we discovered I had a pituitary tumor and my doctor started me on a miracle drug to “shrink” the tumor and bring my prolactin levels back to normal. Well within two months, the tumor had shrunk and my levels were back to normal, YEAH! But we still haven’t been able to get pregnant. My doctor thought that’s all it would take but it didn’t. I have been to many office visits with her, tests, blood work, you name it and she can’t explain why now… it’s basically just unexplained infertility.

Everyday woman get pregnant, it’s what our bodies were designed to do, but for some reason my body is broken in that department. There are many different treatment options available each with their own side effects. I am still on the medication to keep my prolactin levels low but I have now started a fertility drug that will hopefully help as well. There are many undesirable side effects from the medication that I would love to live without but I’m willing to do anything, within reason, to have a baby. So over the next few months I will have many more visits with my doctor and many more blood tests.

Now granted, I said I would do anything within reason to have a baby because Jonathan and I have talked about it and we will only go so far to try to get pregnant. We can’t justify spending thousands of dollars on treatments that still only give us a “maybe” chance of getting pregnant. We would rather spend that money on adopting a child that is in need of a family but we will cross that road if and when we get there. Either way we would like to adopt a child at some point in the future, but that’s another story for another time.

So basically what it boils down to is this, after months and months of disappointment and heart ache we need some prayers… prayer for strength, patience and understanding. Personally speaking, it’s taking a toll on me emotionally and physically, because of side effects of the drugs.

As a final thought, I know everyone will want to call, e-mail and ask us if we’re pregnant yet or how things are going (we get that enough of that as it is – without anyone knowing all this background 🙂 ). We appreciate all the thoughts and prayers and know you mean the best when you ask, but if you’ll promise not to bombard us with questions, we’ll do our best to keep you posted and let you know if anything changes.

I will never give up the hope of becoming a parent, whether it’s our own or through adoption, one day it will happen!

Memorial Day weekend

My memorial day weekend started early….it was Thursday at about 2:00 when I went home sick from work. I was just work out and could feel a sinus infection brewing…I’ve done good, a whole 4 months without a sinus infection, Wahoo! I guess I broke my streak this week because on Sunday morning I woke up with full fledged sinusitis. Needles to say we didn’t do much of anything Sunday, I pretty much just layed on the couch all day. Despite feeling horrible Jonathan and I did manage to have a good weekend. Saturday we headed to Terrell for my nephew’s soccer tournament and then back home for small group at our house.
jake

Our small group was just that, small. It was just me, Jonathan and Preslsey, so we headed to Home Depot to get some stuff to plant a small garden. Jonathan got some jalapenos, cucumbers and tomatoes and I got some potted flowers to put in the back yard.
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Monday Jonathan and I went and had brunch at Ihop…I know, we go all out! Then headed to Ft. Worth to the botanical gardens for a while. We had a great time at the gardens and of course took some photos. It wouldn’t be a day in the life of laurie and jonathan if we didn’t take pictures.

And that was the extent of our weekend, not extravagant but it was perfect for us!

We did it

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Yesterday Jonathan and I completed the 2009 20 mile Tour Dallas bike ride. Granted 20 miles isn’t a long distance for a cyclist, but for two people who have never done a bike race before, it’s a pretty good distance. I also think 20 miles was a good distance for someone who broke her back only 9 months ago…and 2 miles into the ride I was feeling it, my back and neck were tightening up and hurting but I pulled through it and finished all 20 miles. Today on the other hand, i am feeling it more…but nothing I can’t live with. Anyway, we had a fun time…one of our friends, Todd joined us and he actually did the 30 mile ride, he is an experienced rider and has done like 100 mile races before, so 30 was nothing for him. We started off at city hall in Downtown Dallas and rode across the trinity river and back, then through downtown, down swiss avenue, through Lakewood, to White rock lake and back to city hall. The whole time my gears kept shifting on their own, they wouldn’t stay locked in one gear and of course the one gear they stayed in was the hardest gear! It wasn’t too bad, just annoying and kind of hard going up hills – ha. After the ride we took my bike to the bike shop to get looked at and they said the gear shift was broken. They fixed it and viola, it shifts fine now. We are thinking of doing a 40 mile ride next weekend in Lancaster, but we’ll see 😉