Creating Carnivores

I love Thanksgiving. Not only do I enjoy spending time with both sides of our families, but I love, love, love Thanksgiving dinner. My family has the same thing for Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners, and I never get tired of it. Our meal traditionally includes Worthington Turkee Slices folded up with stuffing in the middle, mashed potatoes, wild rice with vegetarian chicken, veggies and dessert. The turkee slices are a great alternative to real turkey, and they’re really pretty good.

Last night, my dad told me that Worthington has discontinued the turkee slices. With only a few days to go before Thanksgiving, we’re scrambling trying to find something to replace it. We found some kind of vegetarian turkey loaf, but I’m not really holding high hopes for it. I’m bummed because there’s really nothing else on the market to replace the turkee slices. My mom joked that Worthington officials are trying to turn us all to eating meat.

At least one member of our family will have turkee slices for the holidays. My mom sent several cans back to Taiwan with Oriona when she came to visit in September. I sure hope Ryan rations them!

Hello. My name is Cady, and I’m a 5ker.

My goal for today’s Turkey Trot was 54 minutes. I didn’t exactly make that. I did it in 49:55. I was pretty darn proud of myself. The best part? I ran the last half mile. Yes, my arthritic knees held up long enough for me to run across the finish line.

turkey trot

It was a tough race. It wasn’t the 3.2 miles that was hard. It was the bitter, bitter cold. It was about 18 degrees out when we started, and it was 16 degrees when we finished. We walked and danced around before the race began trying to keep warm. It didn’t really help. Our fingers and toes were frozen. By the time I reached the 1-mile mark, I couldn’t feel my toes. I was completely numb.

turkey trot

(Yes, I totally took that picture while I was walking!)

About 2 miles in, I started to warm up more, and I was at the point where I was even considering taking off my hat and gloves. It was nice because I really thought I was going to be freezing the whole time. Around that point, I saw Joe running back toward me, and I was slightly confused. I hadn’t seen any other runners doubling back. He had already finished and come back to finish with me. That was probably one of the sweetest things he’s ever done. I was proud of him too. His goal was 24 minutes, and he finished in 23:30, which is an awesome time. He had a rough time with the cold also though. I think that may have slowed everyone down. It’s just so hard to get moving when it takes so much longer for your blood to circulate.

It was hard, but it was fun. We both felt good afterward, and we both beat our goals. That’s what’s important.

Frozen Turkeys

Joe and I are participating in our city’s annual 5k Turkey Trot tomorrow. It starts at 8 a.m., which means we need to be there by 7 a.m. I don’t even want to think about how cold it will be. Joe says it’s ironic that I’m participating because I don’t eat turkey and I can’t trot. But, at least I’m getting out there and walking it! It may take me twice as long as Joe, but I can do three miles in pretty good time. This is the second “race” I’ve done, and I’m pretty excited about it. But, like I told Joe, I’m just doing it for the shirt! Joe has orders to come in first for his age group. The winners of each age bracket get a frozen turkey. We’re going to donate it either to a community dinner being held tomorrow or, if they don’t have enough time to cook it, to our local homeless shelter.

Happy Birthday to Me

I should be pregnant by my birthday at the end of March. Hooray!

We set up our plan today when we met with our doctor. We go in for orientation on January 26, and we’ll start the IVF process with my cycle in February. I can’t believe how close everything is! I’m *so* excited and yet so nervous. The orientation is going to be pretty much a full day at the clinic starting with a trial transfer (which really does not sound like a lot of fun) and an ultrasound. Then we’ll be meeting with the doctor, putting down our deposit (which is really just paying in full) and going through another injection training class geared toward me and our plan. We’ll get a schedule of when I need to take each medication.

The best part is that my insurance covers all the ultrasounds and blood work, so we’ll have money leftover on our flex cards after we pay for the IVF costs to cover the meds. Luckily, I’ll be on the low end of those.

I am so freakin excited. I want to start now!

Moving Forward

Tomorrow, we should have a plan for our IVF treatment. We’re meeting with our doctor, and we’ll find out if IUI is even a possibility, and we’ll come away with a plan. We’ll know exactly when we’re going to start and when we will *hopefully* be pregnant.

I’m super excited, but I’m also really nervous. I’m scared that the pregnancy will fail and that all the money we’re spending on it will be wasted. I’m nervous about the next year. I’m just nervous about everything. But, in four months I may be pregnant. I can’t wait!

Happy Birthday, Dad!

Today is my dad’s birthday. He and I are pretty close. We’ve always had a really good relationship (I *am* daddy’s little girl, after all!), and it’s just gotten better since I’ve gotten older. Now that I live more than an hour away from my parents, we have more phone conversations, and I enjoy every time I talk to him.

Last Saturday, we celebrated my dad’s birthday at my grandparents’ house. We get together for all the family birthdays, and it’s always a great time. This year we were missing Ryan, Oriona and Harry, but my grandma was back from her stay at a local nursing home where she’s recovering from a fall, so it was a nice family day.

I made the birthday cake, as I always do, and to try something different, I went with an orange cake. I made orange-flavored frosting and put orange wedges on the top. It turned out *really* well.


dad's birthday

After lunch, my grandparents got to spend a little time together before Joe, Randy and I took my grandma back to the nursing home. We got some pictures of them, and I’m glad we did because they’re some of the sweetest pictures I’ve seen.

bomma and boppa

So, happy birthday, Dad! Here’s to many, many more!