The Weekend Flood

No, not a flood as in mother nature. A flood as in full out pregnancy hormone sobbing at a children's cartoon over the weekend. Pathetic.

We took Logan to see the new Disney movie UP on Saturday. Don't worry no spoiling here, but it is a great movie, if you get a chance to see it on the big screen, I highly recommend it. It was Logan's first movie theater movie, so he was very excited.

The waterworks came throughout the entire movie, I recall about 5 different times where I was wiping tears from my face. There was just no stopping it. I remember one time even almost sobbing out loud, it was crazy. IT'S A CARTOON, IT"S NOT REAL. This was what I keep saying to myself over and over again, it didn't work. Richard looked over a few times, and just shook his head. I was quite the display:)

Also water related, we bought Logan a slip-n-slide this weekend as well. He had a blast with it on Sunday. I'd post pictures, but the computer at home isn't hooked up to our wireless just yet, we're working on it.

Despite the flood of June 2009, haha, we did have a nice relaxing weekend!

Food

Ahhh, one of my favorite subjects. I love Food! (Rochelle, it must be a Perry gene) So I'm always disappointed when foods I once loved I now cannot stand. And foods I used to eat in moderation, I'd drive miles to find.

It started when I was pregnant with Logan. I used to LOVE pickles, couldn't stand them when I was pregnant with him, not a huge fan of them to this day. Although, this makes my husband and my Aunt Roxann happy, one less person fighting over the relish tray at holiday meals. I did however, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, couldn't get enough of peanut butter, more specifically peanut butter toast, and orange juice. I can't even imagine the gallons of orange juice we went through. Towards the end it was McDonald's fries and Big Macs, obviously not a healthy craving.

It then continued when I was going through chemo. I couldn't stand the smell of fried chicken, let alone eat it. Sandwiches were impossible to eat, even just plain old peanut butter and jelly. But doing okay with them now. And it took me a long time to eat Arby's after a very ill treatment session.

Now with this pregnancy, up until today I haven't discovered any horrible aversions. I'm still not a fan of pickles. Haven't really found anything I eat in mass quantities either. For a week or so I was craving pizza. And I can smell McDonald's fries from a mile away, but haven't been eating them. But today, I found a food I couldn't even swallow. Bananas!!! What the heck, used to love bananas. Peel one open for a morning snack today, break off a piece, put it in my mouth, and instantly spit it in the garbage. Not sure if it was the texture that caused the gag reflex to kick in or what, but I'm very disappointed.

So I guess when you're pregnant, it becomes kind of a love-hate relationship with food.

Happy Eating!

Please say a prayer

Please add a few more families into your prayers. Our pastors at church were expecting their first child in early August, and we received word this morning that she lost the baby. Also the cousin of a co-worker of mine lost their twins over the weekend as well.

I can't even imagine the heartbreak these families are feeling, especially now that I'm excpecting as well, although it would still be hard to imagine at anytime. Especially something so unexpected.

I'm sure God has another plan for these children and their families, but please pray for their strength in the coming weeks and months as they cope with their losses.

another year in the books

Happy Cancerversary to me! 2 years ago today I became cancer free!!!!! Most days that seems so long ago, I think this pregnancy has helped it to seem like a lifetime ago as well. Although I'm never really sure what date you're supposed to count your survivorship from. The day you were diagnosed, the day you finsih treatment, the day you get the word you're cancer free. All the days of which I do remember, but I think the one that holds the most importance for me is today, June 6th, the anniversary of my mastectomy and the day that the last of the cancer was removed from my body, what little was left after chemo anyways. I feel very blessed to even be able to write this post today.

10 weeks and counting....

Well, officially 10 weeks today. I've taken some criticism from some friends (well more like acquaintances, so their opinion doesn't count anyways) for letting the cat out of the bag so early. And I think to myself, WHY NOT?!?!? We're overjoyed to be expecting again, when just over 2 years ago we were told we might not have more children. I had a hard enough time keeping my mouth shut as long as I did, I know of some who didn't though(my mom for example, ha ha, but no harm done).

This acquaintance was so concerned that something would happen, and then I would have to give others the sad news. Well, you can see why this opinion doesn't matter, such negativity. Life is to short to dwell on the negative! I'm happy, ecstatic, over the moon excited to be pregnant and would rent billboards if I could, haha!

Logan so far seems excited to have a new baby coming. Although he wants a baby brother, because girls are icky. I'm using that as an angle to try and find out the sex. If its a girl we could 'prepare' him better. But its not working, Richard still wants to be surprised, and my doctor won't just tell me. Oh well, I tried. And Logan thinks it should be named 'eyeball'. Silly boy, he cracks me up.

Otherwise, I'm feeling pretty good. I haven't come across any foods that disagrees with me, yay for that! Just really tired, can't wait for the 2nd trimester energy to kick in. I had forgotten what that's like. Richard has been working out of town a lot lately, and usually those nights shortly after Logan is in bed, I'm there myself, just doesn't seem like enough some days. I've thought about naps in my truck during lunch hour, but the fear of not waking up is too real, not worth the risk. Maybe I could get the boss to put a couch in the restroom for a few months! I'll let you know how that goes over.

TAKE THAT CANCER!

Yup, we're shouting one BIG screw you to cancer! The Gustafson family is expanding. I'm due December 29th, so we're about 9 weeks right now. We had our first ultrasound today, we got to see the little bean, and hear the heartbeat. Made it seem so real.

We got lucky as we haven't been trying very long. I got the go ahead from my oncologist back in January. We've always known we wanted more children, and given my awesome response to all my treatment, we wanted to have more and be done as soon as we were able. Being that I'm BRCA2+ it puts me at increased risk for ovarian cancer, so the sooner we can finish having kids, the sooner I can have them removed and wipe out that chance once and for all, the happier I will be.

So I had my IUD removed in mid-January and really the rest is history. I had really long cycles so trying to predict optimal time was really hard, but I guess not that hard.

We're very excited, and hope to continue the blog to share in the excitement with everyone. All that we ask is prayers for a healthy pregnancy.

Back at it.

Well, I figured it was time to start blogging again. I really did enjoy it when I was going through treatment, so I thought why not continue, keep everyone up to date with the fam, and writing as always been an outlet for me.

I'm still working on getting my old blog posts incorporated into this one, as I do enjoy going back to read them every once in awhile, just to remember how far we've come.

Lots has happened since the last blog. Richard and I both have new jobs, the land surveying/engineering work here has taken a nose dive, and the new company we're with (yes, we're with the same company AGAIN) went through some layoffs, but we've both weathered the storm. Guess that's what happens when you're damn good at what you do! I like to think so anyway. But this company is much larger and has a better reputation than the company we moved to Indiana with, so much better in the long term.

Logan turned 4 in January and is growing like a weed! I think I've gone through his clothes 3 or 4 times since just before Christmas putting away things that are too small. At 4, he's wearing boys size 6, yikes!! And somedays acts like he's 6, the boy really is too smart for his own good.

And today is officially the start of baseball season, Go CUBS!!!