So Now I'm Obsessed

Ever since they told me to go for a sono to check for the cyst they think I have, my brain is stuck on ovarian cancer. Most are benign but the symptoms I had before ever becoming pregnant is what led them to decide to go ahead with blood tests.

When I came home I hit Google to check out symptoms. Here's some, but ovarian cancer may have no symptoms at all, too.

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  Bloating
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  Pelvic or abdominal pain
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  Difficulty eating or feeling full quickly
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  Urinary symptoms (urgency or frequency)

Heck, those are normal if you are pregnant! But leading up to this pregnancy I had some really weird issues with the monthlies. Later and later, light, spotty, or on and off. Great. Yay. Woo-hoo.

I haven't been too nice of a person the past few days, either. Worrying about the 'what-ifs'. What if it is cancer. What if I die and Rob is left with the kids. What if it is just a cyst. What if it is like the one my grandma had, huge. What if they take my ovary. What is it isn't a cyst but a tubal pregnancy. What if all my worrying makes it worse. What if it turns out it is cancer and it has spread all over?

Had a fight with Rob earlier and this was the root of it. I know he doesn't know why I am so irritable. He thinks it is just because of how the kids have been lately. God knows that doesn't help, either. Terisa has been awful, back talking, mocking, grinning when you tell her she is in trouble. Amber...man, she just is nuts right now. Robbie Jr isn't too bad, unless he watches his older siblings. I have no clue where I went wrong, either. I try to keep a schedule, reward them for good behavior and punish them for the bad.

I don't know. I think I need a long vacation.

Sonogram tonight

Tonight I go for a sonogram. It isn't just to check the baby, though. I've been having a lot some pain and they're looking for a cyst on my ovary. Then I go for blood tests tomorrow to check for the normal prego stuff, plus for cancer screening.

Yay, me.

I'll post the sono of the baby if they come out good enough to tell it's a baby :-)

No, it's too early to tell if it is a boy or girl. Pray that they only see one heartbeat, ok? No multiples!!

Gotta Get Me Some AnaNOitch-D

Myra, here in Buffalo, just got rid of her rectal itch and wants to share the ointment that helped her. You can buy the unopened bottle she doesn't need for $14.

I wonder what she'd sell the opened one for?






Just in case this is removed from CL, here's the text of the ad:

"Hello there, I bought two bottles of AnaNOitch-D to get rid of my rectal itching. After just a few days of using this natural remedy the itching stopped. Now I don't need the second bottle. I paid $33 for it as you can see on their website, but I will sell it to you for $14. If you live close by, you are welcome to come over and pick it up. Please let me know. Myra. "

That's a sure sell, there.


In case you are not familiar with AnaNoItch-D, here is a bit from the product description that just leapt right out at me.

"Product Description : Double the strength of AnaNOitch for the people who have been suffering for a long time.Because it is concentrated it might sting a little the first day or two especially if you have been itching a lot."

Just so you know, before you email Myra for your bottle. I guess a bit of a sting is a lot better than itching for a long time. Especially itching for a long time then sharing that with millions of strangers online.



(Photo courtesy http://www.ananoitch.com/anst.html. If your Ana itches, visit them. Even if it's your Aunt Ana.)

Don't go in there!

That's exactly what I just told my husband.

Terisa and Robbie Jr were abnormally silent, then I heard a giggle. As usual, I called them out of the bathroom. They love to go in there and fiddle around. I have never seen children with such a toothbrushing obsession. I thought that's what they were doing, so I went to investigate. Terisa opened the door and grinned, motioning me in to see her handiwork.

Bad, bad children. See the evil?

Maybe I should say her brother's handiwork. I bought a garden sprayer a while back for various reasons. It had been left in the bathroom with water in it and some pressure, too. Robbie was sitting on the little stool his great-grandma built sprayer in hand. I wasn't too upset because it was only the floor and the toilet wet.

I sent the kids out because, well...you know how it is when you are pregnant. You need to go pretty often. In a second I felt something cold and wet on my forehead, looked up, and what do I see? The entire ceiling was covered in big, fat drops of water. Ever sit on the potty longer than needed because of shock? Yeah, well now I have.

The mist was fine enough that I didn't see the water film on every item in the room. But the rain drops from the ceiling woke me up to that fact that as Terisa excitedly pointed out, Robbie really was cleaning the bathroom. I walked out and sat down here to tell you about it. Before I bagan to type I told my husband :

"Don't go in there."

Hubby: "Where? The bathroom? Why?"

"There's a rainstorm."

Hubby: "What?!? What do you mean?"

"Trust me."

My Teapot

I love copper. No, I adore copper. If it is copper, I want it. So when I found this cool little number at an indoor yard sale (more like an estate sale with a cutesy name), I grabbed it. Since hubby had already grabbed a ton of things, they gave me this for a buck. Isn't it purty?



I think hubby has realized he started me on my next collection. I've wanted to get teapots for a very long time, but have been holding off because they can be expensive. He doesn't mind because I do not grab everything when I collect, I am very picky. So, here is to the first in a long line of lovely pots.

If you have a teapot you'd like to share, hop over to my friend Marye's blog and share it with everyone!
Here's the link to the post:
http://www.kettleandcup.com/hospital-i-tea-blogathontea-pots/#comments

Chicken Bacon Ranch Green Pasta Salad

Made some pasta salad, the kids love it. Amber's favorite color is green, so Rob and I put a few squirts of food coloring in the water to cook the pasta. Here's the recipe:

Chicken Bacon Ranch Green Pasta Salad

*2 boxes pasta shells
*1 bottle ranch salad dressing
*1 can of sweet peas
*1 package bacon bits (soy or real)
*1 can black olives (chopped)
*1 tomato (diced small)
*(any other veggies you love, chopped fine)
*5 boneless, skinless chiken breasts cooked well.(leave out if you don't eat meat or add tofu chunks)

Boil pasta in water colored with green food coloring. Use another color if your child likes blue, red, or purple. Have fun with it. When pasta is done, drain and rinse with cold water.

Dice chicken (or tofu) into small pieces, under 1 inch. Dump all ingredients except salad dressing into the pasta. Mix well using a large spoon or your hands. Pour in the dressing and mix. After using half of the bottle, taste. If this suits you, stop there. You can always just add more dressing to your own bowl.

You can make this a day or even two ahead. Keep in the fridge. You will need to add more dressing after the salad is in the fridge overnight or longer as the pasta soaks it up.

Bob doesn't care if he wins, he just wants to share his sucess at finding a great home! Rescues Rock!

Bob doesn't care if he wins, he just wants to share his sucess at finding a great home! Rescues Rock!

PS, this is my 100th post! Go me!

Please Vote?

Ok, my cousin who is the dearest thing to me is driving me completely batty with this voting thing. She is trying to win something or other based on how cute her dog is. I get emails every day and if it continues, I promise I will roll up into a dry little ball and DIE.

That being said, please help her win so I stop getting emails. Please? Pretty please with all sorts of high fat, sugary toppings? She wants people to vote tens, I think it is some sort of HOT or NOT thing for dogs.

Help. Save me from the spam. (Stacey, you owe me, I voted for your stuffs! haha!)

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It's Been A While

A few people have written me and wondered where I have been or if I am ok. I figure that I owe my friends an explanation, since all of you are so supportive and have really been there while I have been trying to build my career.

Some of you already know I suffer from depression. Some of you don't. Well, that's been the problem for the past while. Part of the problem, actually. Some things went on that sent me into this pit that I couldn't seem to find my way out of. Much of it was brought on by my own need to be Super Julie and do everything on my own.

There comes a time when you have to sit back and take stock of your priorities. My top one at this time is getting rid of the bleak outlook and retaining what bit of sanity I have left. (A few of you are going to say, "BS Julie, I KNOW you're nuts". Heh, I won't argue. It can be fun being craz, but not when your really feel like you have lost control. Not when you wake up only to not want to move out of bed, not when you look at your children and wonder why you are yelling at them over trivial kid things.

Nope. Not good at all.

I want to go back to being the kind of nuts that finds the fun things online. That instigates a food fight with all three kids at Easter Dinner. That grabs a bucket to win a water fight that spills over into the house. The kind of nut that shares this life with everyone who wants to read about it.

So, I did what I had to do. Some of you know I resigned from blogging. It was not fair to my clients or to myself to try to continue limping along with a post a week or less. Luckily, they understood. It pays to be honest, though it does not pay to wait too long, which is what I did.

Away from writing, I have insisted that my mother move home. My husband has put his foot down about certain other things that our other 'tenants' do...or rather, do not do. In the past two days I have felt more myself than in months, so this must be working.

This is not to say that I've quit writing. Far from it. You can still find me at BellaOnline and writing my column for WAHM Magazine. In the future, you WILL find me in a national glossy. But for now, I am working on my own terms which may be a post a day or may be a post a week. Until life has stopped sending me sledgehammer whammies, that is how it needs to be.