Sorry I disappeared!

I know a lot of people make blogs, post two or three times then never come back. I swear! I'm not one of those! I've just been so busy dealing with so many other things. I mean. Geeze! Where to start....


While I was visiting my mother I ended up having to go to the ER. Turned out I had a blood clot in my left leg. They gave me Lovenox. Which is a medicine administered through a shot to the stomach, once every twelve hours. Well. I'm a gigantic baby, always have been. So the first.. I'd say week, I cried every single shot! I'm used to them now. Seeing as I've been on them over a month, I would sure hope so! (Started them on November 28th.) I was told that I am going to have to take them every day of my pregnancy, and at least six weeks after little Baby Ewer is born. 


I had my first OB appointment the day after I got back from my mothers, and they ran a bunch of tests on me. My first ultrasound was a few days later! Found out that my Due Date based on LMP was WAY off. They moved my due date from May 29th, to June 23rd! Wow, right?! Baby Ewer was eleven weeks, four days.


From there my OB sent me to a specialist for the blood clots, because he did not know how to handle them. Well. I go to the specialist, and boom! Another ultrasound. I was not expecting it! We saw Baby Ewer at thirteen weeks, two days.


The specialist sent me for a leg scan, and gave me a lab slip. We've had some issues with Medicaid paying for my Lovenox shots, so I haven't had the blood work done that they've asked because I have to be taking the medicine for three days straight, at exactly twelve hours apart. So we should be getting that done here in the next few days.


Uh. Christmas! Christmas was fantastic. I got some baby clothes, maternity clothes. And Rusty's mom bought me some of my favorite cravings. I also got boots and a bunch of baby books and pregnancy books. It was a lot of fun! Rusty got way too much stuff to list.


I have my next OB appointment on January 3rd. And my next appointment with my specialist is on January 6th. Wondering if I'll get an ultrasound every visit with my specialist. Who knows... Can't wait to find out though.

Everything Finally Planned Out!

So. My Grandpa Ron is breathing on his own, his liver function is back! He's awake a good portion of the day. But they've found out his spine is deteriorating, ontop of his mental health falling apart. He's still running a really high fever, but when it goes down they want to put in heart splints(What the heck are those?) and if that doesn't work they'll have to do another bypass, which is not good!


I finally got my Medicaid all situated, as well as I've figured out how to use my WIC vouchers. I've also applied for Food Stamps like all of the ladies at the WIC office told me to do! And. Seeing as I figured out my Medicaid situation, I have my first Prenatal appointment set up for Wednesday, November 23rd. The day before Thanksgiving!! I'm super excited. I hope I get to have an ultrasound done. Seeing as we're telling Rusty's family on Thanksgiving that I am pregnant! As of right now his sister is the only one who knows in his family.


On the 27th, my mom's fiance is driving from Alabama to North Carolina, and is stopping through to pick up Rusty and I. We are going to be in North Carolina until December 2nd. While we're up there we are going to go visit my Memaw and Pepaw, and my aunt and uncle. On the 2nd my mother is going to drive us back down here. Where she will spend the night, and then on the 3rd she and I are going to Florida so I can see my Grandpa Ron. And we're possibly getting an ultrasound done with him, so he can see the baby moving, and so we can give him a picture of the baby to put on his fridge. :)


So to say the least I am in a MUCH better mood. I am SO glad things are getting straightened out! Life doesn't seem quite so crazy. Oh. Not to mention. Rusty finally figured out what he wants to do as his Career. My baby is officially working his way towards becoming a High School History Teacher. Good luck to him and the six or so years of college that come with all that!!!

What A Day!

Okay. Well applying at the Health Department was a WONDERFUL idea. I applied and got presumptive medicaid right there. And the day after I got a PHONE CALL telling me that they needed extra information. Which I am totally okay with because I talked to a REAL person who told me this! Instead of getting something in the mail. WOOHOO. WIC appointment tuesday at 1:30.


Now. Onto my crazy day. So I got a call from my mother at about 10am telling me that my Grandpa Ron was in the hospital. She was already hysterically crying, so of course, I soon started to cry as well as she told me what was going on. Now. My Grandpa Ron hasn't always been the best man in the world. When he was married to my Memaw, he went to Vietnam twice and came back severly messed up. He turned to drugs and drunking. Then turned violent towards his children. Mainly my Aunt Sandy and Aunt Blenda (The two oldest girls). My Memaw and Grandpa Ron divorced and that was that. Memaw got the kids except for my mom, and my Uncle Ron(they chose to stay with him.) Time went on and my mom went back to my Memaw. After a few years, my Memaw remarried, that man is who I call Pepaw! He is the man I grew up with. I didn't even know he wasn't my biological grandfather until I was 13, when my mom asked me to ride with her from NC to FL to visit her real dad. Well. I met him, and I have to say. He was the sweetest, most confused old man I had ever met! My Grandpa Ron suffers from Alzheimer's.  He and I grew very close over the years. I visited him down in FL many, many times. And we talked over the phone, and text messages all the time. Every time we talked, I'd have to remind him who my mom was, how old I was, what I was doing, where I lived. I mean, it was difficult but we did get to know each other very well. I was the first of his grandchildren that he got to see after my memaw and he split up. 


He became a huge part of me life. He was actually one of the first people I told I was pregnant. And I've enjoyed telling him every time we talk that I'm pregnant. Because every time he gets really excited and starts crying about being able to see a great-grandbaby. I mean, my sister has already had a kid, and so have a few of my cousins. But, my mother and I are the only ones from our family that will have anything to do with him.


My Grandpa Ron went in for surgery a few weeks ago. A simple surgery on his foot, something that he had been through twice already. Well. This time it ended up causing a blood clot in his leg, and they didn't catch it in time. Part of it broke loose, and is now in his heart. It's cutting off blood flow. They say he's hooked up to machine's and that those are the only things keeping him alive. They have one option to save him, and that is to do a bypass. But the problem with that is, the bypass has about a 75% chance of killing him as well. 


I spent three hours crying, praying and puking after my mom told me all of this. I forced myself to take a cold shower to calm down. Then I started cleaning, because I always clean when I'm upset, it's just my thing. Well. I've cleaned EVERYTHING in the house. The floors, the walls, the dishes, the clothes, the fridge and counter tops, even scrubbed the toilets and bathtubs. So now I'm stuck here, with nothing else to do. DF is sleeping again (he fell back asleep while I was in the shower). And I dont' want to wake him up just to cry on him. I'm trying really hard not to break down in tears again, because I know I'll end up throwing up again, and I just finally got something to stay down. 


Thank you ladies for letting me get this off my chest. I know I can't tell anyone in my family, because they won't understand.


I would appreciate all the extra Prayers and well wishes we can get for him. He's not the best man in the world, but he doesn't deserve to go this way, he's been through way too much to go out like this, and on Veteran's day no less.

DFCS

NEVER. I repeat. NEVER go to DFCS to apply for medicaid. They are some of the most dense people. Oh, my, gosh! We went TO the DFCS office to give the people the extra information that they asked for. And well guess what. I called today. They said they never got it!!! So they closed my case. So guess what. No Medicaid. AND I have to apply all over again. :/ Freaking dumb asses!!!


Well. To say the least. I refuse to go back to DFCS to apply for Medicaid again. I am going to go to the Lawrenceville Center of Health and apply for Medicaid and WIC at the same time. That's where a friend of my SIL's said she went, and was approved the same day she applied. So I am REALLY hoping for the same thing! I am so tired of not knowing what is going on with my baby. I really, really, really want to see him or her on an ultrasound, and find out how far along I really am. Not just by going off of my LMP, which I'm pretty sure dates me a week or two ahead of what I really am.

New To Blogging.

I've never been a blogger, and the thought had never really crossed my mind until recently. I don't know anything about blogging really, but I'm going to try my best to get this thing going. I've started this blog because I am pregnant! This is to keep people updated on how I'm doing, and when I get to find out, how the baby is doing. I have family and friends all over the place, and as much as I love them, it's really annoying to repeat yourself OVER and OVER. Facebook doesn't really work because of the people who are trying to conceive and I don't want to shove my pregnancy down their throats.


Based on my LMP as of today, I am eleven weeks! I have suspected I was pregnant from the day Aunt Flow was supposed to show up, and did not, which was September 22nd. However I did not get a positive pregnancy test until October 11th! And I tested nearly every day for a week and a half before the positive showed up. 


October 13th, we(Rusty and I) made our way to the Pregnancy Resource Center Of Gwinnett, a Christian based free clinic to get our proof of pregnancy. In which I received my first bible in a VERY long time.


October 21st, we went to DFCS to apply for Medicaid. They told me it would take ten days to hear back. Well guess what. It's NOVEMBER 8th! Still not heard anything back from them. I'm pretty sure that when I wake up in the morning, I'm going to call the Norcross DFCS office and ask about my application seeing as my stupid Case Worker WILL NOT CALL ME BACK. I mean. I've already left her four messages. She's being pretty rude! I really would like to know if I've been approved or if I messed up my application and need to redo it or something! I mean, gosh!


Oh. I'll be posting about events in my life, with my baby, my man, and probably just some random 
things I like. :)