The biopsy results came back. Nodules are benign but I apparently have Hashimoto’s disease based upon the white cell count.
Ultimately this is no huge deal. It just means hormone therapy for the rest of my life. I’ve already been taking Synthroid for the last 6 months and it’s made a huge difference in my life. I no longer feel like I am trapped in a large bowl of jello.
With every second, minute, hour that passes, I feel a little bit better. Tomorrow I will truly feel relieved.
Yesterday I had a biopsy performed on my thyroid. The doctor said that if the results aren’t good (meaning cancer or Hashimoto’s) the lab will call within 24 to 48 hours. Otherwise, results will arrive in a week. So no immediate news is a good thing.
Jimmy is talking up a storm. I asked if he was hungry and he replied, “I not hungry, I Jimmy!”
Earlier, I was nursing Jed, and Jimmy, out of nowhere, found the whole thing funny. He started to laugh.
“Why are you laughing Jimmy?”
“Baby eating mommy’s boobie! Hahahaha”
Jed is no longer a baby, he’s ambling around like a champ. He’s an amazing eater. Whatever I put on his plate he eats.
All is so good.
Please, please, please no phone calls from the endocrinologist. Please!
Little Jed is 10-months-old. Little Jimmy is 2-1/2-years-old. I am 41-years-old. Dad’s been gone 5 years.
I talked to my dad every day– sometimes multiple times a day. He often gave me advice. The one thing he said to me has been roaring in my ears lately: “Blinders, you need blinders– don’t look at others, don’t spend time thinking of what other people are doing or saying or thinking. Wear blinders. Keep yourself focused on your own tasks at hand.”
I have two boys to raise, a book to write, a life to lead. I am saying no to all other distractions.
Toohey: “Mr. Roark, we’re alone here. Why don’t you tell me what you think of me? In any words you wish. No one will hear us.”
Roark: “But I don’t think of you.”
I’ve been doing this for years… making resolutions at the beginning of the year and reviewing them at the end. So here it goes… The official review of my 2015 resolutions.
1. Create Experiences. Have Adventures. Make Memories.
I really want to say SUCCESS! But it feels a little bit more like a fail to me. I spent 2015 pregnant and working my ass off. Jimmy was in that crazy stage where taking him out was just an adventure in itself. Heck, just yesterday Lisa and I attempted to take the boys to the Aquarium. As we approached the Aquarium, Jimmy let loose a torrent of vomit. We spent the next 15 minutes in the parking lot of a CVS (in beautiful downtown Camden) scraping throw up from every crevice. This is probably the fourth time the vomit volcano has erupted in the car.
With that said, we did do some fun things. We went to Johnson’s Corner Farm a bunch of times. We went down the shore a couple times.
The best memory we had was Jed’s birth. I stopped trying to be a Wonder Woman and I opted for an epidural. Unlike Jimmy’s birth which was truly a nightmare, Jed’s was absolutely lovely. The only expletive that escaped my lips was when the nurse weighed him and announced, “10 pounds even!”
2. Stretch and Move
This one had a few successes. Through the spring and summer months, Eddie and I walked Jimmy around the neighborhood in his little push around plastic car. Then once Jed arrived, I walked the two of them around the neighborhood a couple times in our double stroller. It didn’t last long because mornings became painful to me because of the sleepless nights. Jimmy’s naptime stretched into the time we’d walk.
I should be able to find time to just get on the floor and stretch… but I didn’t.
3. Drink only on weekends. FAIL. I really need to find another way to unwind.
4. Read books, Ditch Facebook Partial Success. I still spend more time than I would prefer on Facebook but I did read a bunch of books– more books than I read in the past 10 years combined. This is a resolution that I need to keep focussed on. I didn’t magically become a great reader but I do feel like I made progress.
5. Think like Walter Bond
Partial Success. I don’t think achieving a winner’s mindset is something that you set out to do and easily achieve in a one stop type of way. I believe I made some good progress but I am not where I need to be.
2015 was another great year. I lived the life I always wanted. Business owner, wife, mother. Even though my resolutions aren’t all resounding successes, I am happy. I hope 2016 is just a wonderful!
And so it turns out, I didn’t need to wait 12 whole days. On August 15th we had family and friends over to celebrate my youngest stepdaughter’s 14th birthday. I recall making sure that I didn’t overeat and yet I recall feeling very full, very stuffed, and very uncomfortable.
As we got ready for bed that evening, Eddie told me I had resting bitch face all evening.
We fell asleep and at 1:30, I woke up soaking wet. My water had broke. Eddie and I raced to the hospital. It was the next day at 3:30ish that little Jed popped out. He weighed 10 full pounds and had a head full of soft, jet black hair.
Jimmy is slowly growing used to Jed. He’s a little jealous that Jed is taking my attention but he hasn’t acted out.
Jed is getting better looking each and every day. He’s already lost that prehistoric baby bird look that all newborns seem to have. He’s not sleeping all that great but I suspect we’ll eventually fall into some sort of routine that will work for us.
Although I am totally not into astrology or horoscopes, I am beyond happy that little Jed is a Leo and not a Virgo like me. As much as I know it’s hogwash, I exhibit all the crazy Virgo traits and I wouldn’t wish them on anyone. All the people I have ever met that were born under the sign Leo, always seemed so friendly and confident. So regardless of silliness, I am happy that he too may be extroverted and high in self-esteem. I am also slightly pleased that he was born on the anniversary of Elvis’s death.
It’s almost hard to believe. And yet it’s not. I am sooooo pregnant and am ready to pop. I can’t wait for my body to stop this incessant aching. I am ready to gain back my mobility.
In some ways, I simply can’t imagine what it will be like to have another child. I am trying to visualize it but the concept is so foreign to me that I am coming up with nothing. Truthfully, I am scared. Jimmy was such a handful. Those first 3 months were so difficult. To go through it again? I keep telling myself I survived the first go around and I will survive the second time. Plus, people do this all the time. Heck, people did this without disposable diapers and wipes and baby food in jars and air conditioning and heating. I have no right in the world to be scared or stressed.
I can do this.
Strangely enough, the actual birthing process isn’t scaring me at all. Even after the ordeal I went through with Jimmy. Eddie keeps talking about the epidural and I’m just like, “yeah, whatever.”
What has me panicked is the late night feedings. The lack of sleep. But most of all, it’s balancing Jimmy AND Jed. It was one thing to just have to worry about Jimmy– now I have two little boys to handle.
It was a couple weeks ago we visited family in Wildwood. Uncle Kevin’s wife’s brother’s wife was also visiting and was in the midst of training for a triathlon. The one day she said that she would be biking 100 miles.
“That must take a couple days to complete.” I thought.
Well she woke up the next morning and biked the 100 miles. She was back before noon. Once home, she grabbed a bottle of gatorade and headed out the door to run 5 miles.
This totally blew my mind. BLEW MY MIND!
The thought of biking 100 miles… and doing it within a few hours and then taking off and RUNNING 5 miles?!?
It made me think, what else am I underestimating? What else am I convinced is impossible, but isn’t? What am I closed to? What other limiting beliefs do I hold?
Ultimately it comes to mindset– am I abundance-minded or scarcity-minded?
I know I am clinging to limiting thoughts that are keeping me back… but how do I identify them and change?
I have often said to my husband, “I don’t know where they find the time to train for these fitness competitions… it’s not even their fitness level that impresses me as much as they have the time to train! Me? I work my ass off all the time and if I’m not doing that, I’m caring for Jimmy and life. I can barely find the time to shower much less find time to run 25 miles.” Of course, I’m beginning to realize it doesn’t take two days to run 25 miles as I assumed.
Replaying this conversation in my head, I sound like stupid Archie Bunker. Here’s the thing, it’s not about fitness competitions or the time it takes to train. Am I simply convinced that I need to work as much as I do? Is it more in my head than in true workload? Am I choosing to be overly busy? Truthfully, I really do feel as if I take my eye away from the ball my empire will crash to the ground around me.
I don’t know. I feel there is something here… a wall that needs to come down in my brain. A wall that is keeping me from pushing ahead and accomplishing more.
I figured I should pop in and post something. I can’t let more than seven months go by without a peep… well I could but I won’t.
I do have some good news… I am pregnant with another son. Yup. My due date is August 25th. I often find myself just wondering how the heck I got here. Never in a million years did I think I would ever get married or have kids.
This video pretty much sums of how I’ve felt the last 4 years:
Married life is awesome. Business is good. Just found out I was quoted in the London Times last week. Funny how things like that can get past you. We hired a nanny to take care of Jimmy. This lets me work but still be there for him. I think we’ve decided on the baby’s name: Joseph Edward. And rather than call him Joe, we’ll call him Jed. My parents’ neighbor’s son had a pug dog named Ted and my dad thought Ted was just the greatest name. Jed is really close to Ted so I figure my dad would approve.
Gosh, this personal blogging thing feels weird to me– I am really rusty! Was there truly a time when I put it all out there? Yeah, there was.
Well, that’s it for now. Perhaps I’ll pop in again. Hopefully with good news about Jed.