Texas Football Rocks & Life in Nebraska is Busy

I wouldn’t say that Texas pounded Oklahoma State but at least we didn’t lose big the way that Nebraska did. I won’t go into their horrible scoring or lack thereof as long as I don’t get harassed about how we won by a field goal kick! Ha! At least we (the Texas Longhorns) won! I got to watch Texas come from behind and tie it up with 2 seconds left on the clock: BOOM! The field goal kick is good! We win!

Yesterday was another story. It was a frantic run to the grocery store to purchase a pregnancy test. Yup, we thought I might be pregnant even though we already know that the only way I could be would be via a miracle from heaven. You see, the odds are just not in my favor to be pregnant. Not by lack of trying as I’m known for my fertile myrtle qualities. Under the right circumstance Don could just look at me and BOOM I could be pregnant! Picked up the pregnancy test because the 1st day of my last period was September 22nd. (I know too much information)

Man is it getting nuts around here. We’ve got Thanksgiving around the corner and the Holidays soon after. 1st it will be Kinsley’s birthday (she turns 2) and then it will be Fiona’s birthday (she turns 4). So basically it’s going to be a whirl wind with my best Friend Faithe and her kiddos Liam and Jeanne’ coming up for Thanksgiving. They arrive 1 week before Thanksgiving. It’s going to be fun! I can’t wait! After Thanksgiving will be Miss Kinsley’s birthday party. Two weeks later will be Fiona’s birthday party. Then Christmas and then New Years. Lauren will be out of school until January 7th. We’ll probably spend lots of time at the gym.

The weight is really starting to come off because my size 14 pants are starting to feel like they fit but they don’t. Yeah, I’m sure that makes a lot of sense. But anyway, I’m not pregnant! THANK GOD! I just don’t want to be pregnant any more. I’d love to have another baby to love and raise but want to skip the whole pregnant nine month ordeal. At 37 years of age it’s just too much for me to handle and my sign that I was done after Kinsley was my hypothyroid Hashimoto’s Autoimmune disorder that I have to take pills every day for the rest of my life.

I don’t know what the deal is with my cycle this time around. I’m just glad that I’m not pregnant. Don wouldn’t mind if I was pregnant because he would like to try for a little boy. (We have all girls) I want a guarantee that we would get a boy and still want to skip the being pregnant part. Do you blame me? So it’s time for me to figure out what the deal is with my cycle and also to check all my thyroid levels once again. I hope my thyroid is ok because anything more going on in there and it could reek havoc in my body. (Like cause my organs to shut down and such)

I need to also find out when I can stop taking my Effexor. I’m sick of taking it. On the one hand it’s been a blessing for me but on the other hand I really don’t want to take it if I don’t need to although my doctor did tell me that he wanted me to stay on it for two years. We’ll see what they say. I can’t really complain about that because it has done a world of good for me for the most part. But lately.. I don’t know.. I can’t put my finger on it. Guess the doctor will just have to run more tests.

Family… don’t know what to say about family except that they are the best and they are the worst when it comes to unconditional love. I’m so over it. I’m over all the cliques in this world. You would think that the cliques would go away after high school. I’m realizing that cliques are forever and everybody is all about only themselves.

Hook Em’ Horns – Texas Football Rocks & I’m not pregnant! Yipppeee! I’m so thankful that I can lean on the Lord when things aren’t always going in a way that leaves me feeling carefree. I don’t like to worry too much so I know I can rest in Him. I just need some blessings over the hurtful parts that are going on in my life. I want the holes in my heart to be filled and to be able to snap back to myself sooner rather than later. I want the angels to watch over my girls and the Lord to heal my broken heart.