the work week begins

i’m still hurting. *sigh* some of the pain is from the incisions, but i know a lot of it is from the gas they used to expand my stomach, and let me tell you that is quite painful. it hurts to move. i can’t sleep well because i can’t get comfortable.

joe was so wonderful over the weekend though. he was the one bright spot. he did such a good job taking care of me. he cooked for me. he brought me drinks. he gave me my medicines. he did the dishes. he washed laundry. he went grocery shopping for me since i still can’t drive. he took care of the cats. he was fantastic. i’m so lucky to have him. he’s going to make a great husband. 🙂

most women who have endometriosis get it numerous times. i do not want to go through this again. it’s not exactly my idea of fun. *sigh* and no working out for a few weeks. on the bright side…i move down to cartersville on friday (or begin to). i can’t wait.

you know you’re in love when . . .

i’m sitting at my computer, listening to a few of my favorite romantic country songs, and all i’m doing is picturing me and joe. i’ve always loved “one boy, one girl” by colin raye, and i can see our first date, our wedding day and the birth of our children when i listen to it. it’s pretty incredible, probably because i’m realizing that reality isn’t too far off. it’s amazing when you find someone you know you’re meant to be with who does this to you, who you can’t picture your life without, and who you can’t wait to see every day. and now i have probably turned you all off of my blog with all this sappiness. hehe. 🙂

one boy, one girl
(mark alan springer/shaye smith)

he finally gave in to his friend’s girlfriend
when she said, “there’s someone you should meet”
at a crowded restaurant way cross town
he waited impatiently
when she walked in their eyes met
and they both stared
and right there and then everyone else disappeared but

one boy, one girl, two hearts beating wildly
to put it mildly it was love at first sight
he smiled, she smiled, and they knew right away
this was the day they’d waited for all their lives
and for a moment the whole world revolved
around one boy and one girl

in no time at all they were standing there
in the front of a little church
in front of their friends and family
repeating those sacred words
preacher said, “son kiss your bride”
and he raised her veil
like the night they met time just stood still

one boy, one girl, two hearts beating wildly
to put it mildly it was love at first sight
he smiled, she smiled, and they knew right away
this was the day they’d waited for all their lives
and for a moment the whole world revolved
around one boy and one girl

he was holding her hand when the doctor looked up and grinned
“congratulations, twins”

one boy, one girl, two hearts beating wildly
to put it mildly it was love at first sight
he smiled, she smiled, and they knew right away
this was the day they’d waited for all their lives
and for a moment the whole world revolved
around one boy and one girl

another of my favorites is “when i said i do,” which clint black sings with his wife. it’s so powerful. especially since a husband and wife sing it. it gives me goosebumps. this song is one we’ll having playing at our reception.

when i said i do (clint black)

these times are troubled and these times are good
and they’re always gonna be, they rise and they fall
we take ’em all the way that we should
together you and me forsaking them all
deep in the night and by the light of day
it always looks the same, true love always does
and here by your side, or a million miles away
nothin’s ever gonna change the way that i feel,
the way it is, is the way that it was

when i said i do, i meant that i will ’til the end of all time
be faithful and true, devoted to you
that’s what i had in mind when i said i do

well this old world keeps changin’, and the world stays the same
for all who came before, and it goes hand and hand
only you and i can undo all that we became
that makes us so much more, than a woman and a man
and after everything that comes and goes around
has only passed us by, here alone in our dreams
i know there’s a lonely heart in every lost and found
but forever you and i will be the ones
who found out what forever means

when i said i do, i meant that i will ’til the end of all time
be faithful and true, devoted to you
that’s what i had in mind when i said i do
truer than true, you know that I’ll always be there for you
that’s what i had in mind, that’s what i had in mind,
when i said i do

unexpected surprise

i was sitting here at my computer posting a blog entry when i asked joe to get a pen out of one of my office supply storage boxes in my office closet. i kept typing, not thinking anything of it.

“i love you,” joe says.

i look up from my screen, puzzled at this out-of-the-blue comment, but i replied, “i love you too.”

then i saw this look on joe’s face, and i knew what i had done. i sent him rummaging through my closet forgetting that the photo collage i had made for him for our one-year anniversary was hidden there.

i burst into tears and, burying my head against his shoulder, cried for several minutes. i was so upset. i had worked so hard to surprise him, and i had ruined it. when i looked up at joe i noticed his eyes looked a little red around the edges.

“that’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me,” he said.

and at that moment my surprise didn’t seem so ruined anymore.

almost to a diagnosis

for six months i’ve been dealing with pain in my pelvic area. i’ve been to, oh, at least four or five doctors and two hospitals, and have tried probably every medicine known to man.

i’m still not better. now that the blood test came back negative for an infection my doctor says we’re going to have to do a laparoscopy, which is where they make an incision in my belly button and stick the device in to see what exactly is going on in my uterus. we think it’s endometriosis, where the tissue grows outside the uterus. this doesn’t sound very pleasant to me. i hate surgery. i’m scared to death. i’m scared of being put to sleep and not waking back up and never seeing joe and my family and friends again. i’m going to be a wreck. so, when my doctor’s nurse called yesterday to tell me this, i wasn’t really a happy camper. and joe, being the wonderful boyfriend that he is, drove up (even though he’d already come up on tuesday) because he knew i needed him.

he promises me it’ll be alright. i’m sure it will be…just so long as i’m doped up before i go in.

surprises

i hate surprises. actually, i love them, but i hate not knowing something. i guess it’s the natural curiosity and nosiness in me (hey, the nosiness is what makes good journalists!;)

during the last week i managed to ruin two surprises. last week i had a really rough day. everything that could go wrong did. isn’t that how it always is? while i was talking to joe on the phone i told him it would be nice if he brought me flowers every now and then (and yes, he has done it before:). he got quiet and said, “actually, i was planning on bringing you flowers tonight since you’ve had such a hard day.” sigh. that was ruined surprise no. 1.

ruined surprise no. 2 happened tuesday night. i met joe at his parking deck to go to the braves game. they were expected to clinch that night (and did. yay! but this is for another post), so we were both excited. we started talking about our upcoming wedding (hopefully next year!), and i said it would be cool if he brought up wedding plans sometimes instead of me. he said, “actually, i’ve been putting things together and i was going to show you a whole package of stuff in a few weeks. i wanted to surprise you.”

sigh. he’s so sweet. i hate surprises, but i hate ruining surprises even more.

breakfast in bed

joe got up this morning at 6:45, saying he was going to check on the cats. just a few hours earlier we had thrown them out: dizzy for licking a plastic bag incessently, aj for being a party to the crime, and since we could leave just one cat in there, julius was evicted as well (but i was just sleeping! he argued).

fifteen minutes later, joe woke me up holding a plate of waffles and a glass of juice. “i made you breakfast in bed,” he said. “i’ve been planning it since last night.” he even remembered to bring peanut butter with the syrup (those of you who have never tried peanut butter and syrup on waffles must do so). it was so sweet. it made my day.