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Sock it to me!


My blog has no true message. No true subject. I have come to accept that it will be just as confusing as my mind is. I appreciate when someone reads it. I love it when someone comments on it.

When I received my socks I was happy. When I read the note she included with the socks I did feel warm and fuzzy. That someone I did not know trusted me with what she and her family was currently dealing with that will be life altering regardless of the outcome. She immediately went into my prayers. Her not did not give her blog so I will just have to watch and search for it.

I was sitting here tonight with 3 things on my mind.

First I check the calendar for I cannot count how many times. My last cycle was extremely weird. I had the D & C the polyp was successfully removed with no complications and I came back to the office within 2 weeks and I was told by my doctor all was well and that my cycle should start within 15 days. That was December 31. It was also the day some idiot going to fast hit me on my way to that doctors appointment. January came and went and there was no cycle.

February I would guess on the 3 or 4 I felt a sharp pain in my left side which I dismissed. On the 7Th I did the pregnancy test which was negative. On the 10Th there was a light pinkish discharge which I thought was the beginning of a cycle it was not the beginning of my cycle. It was the first of 7 days of what I thought was the beginning of a cycle. I saw my Doctor on the 13th and received a script for provera. Started the provera on the 20th after doing a second pregnancy test. ( there were 2 in the box why not use them all ) which was also negative. February 24 the light beginning of a cycle stopped and on the 27 a true heavy cycle brought on my he provera started. March 9th this stopped and I have been cycle free every since. If I count from when the provera induce cycle started I am currently 12 days past the time for my cycle to start.

Hubby and I have a special night planned for Saturday April 11th and I an sure mother nature would love to hand me a present. I doubt that it would happen but if it does that would definitely be that day. The day that I would not want it.

I felt a draft from somewhere but could not find the source.

The other things on my mind was creating a line of tote bags. But I wanted them to be different from all other tote bags. Well most other tote bags, after all a tote bag is a tote bag not sure how much variation you can create with them but I will give it a try.

The third and last thing was sending out hugs and warm fuzzy feeling to Betty who was starting a new job and starting a cycle when it would have been better for her to be wrong and actually pregnant.

Sending out hugs and warm fuzzy feeling to Jennifer my sock buddy. In answer to your question the spring time forecast for tomorrow includes snow so the only bright spring colors in my portion of Pittsburgh are the colorful socks on my feet. You and your family are in my prayers sending you positive energy. I hope and pray that all turns out well.

I usually do not get comments on my blog because my mind is irrational and there is no telling what I will blog about and I have spurts where I forget I even have a blog. But the sock it to me really help to be feel connected to other outside my little world. Thanks so much Kym you are a smart one.

Comments

Beautiful Mess said…
Your socks are so cute. Very springy and bright. I hope our dear friend Mother Nature doesn't ruin your night with hubby. She ruined my weekend with mine, so I'm hoping that's all she's got in store, as far as unkindness goes.
Kristin said…
Very cute and fun socks! Hope Mother Nature doesn't interfere with your time with your hubby!

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