Monday already!?!?!? What happened to the weekend? The past few days flew by so fast and now it's already Monday! I think weekends should be Friday-Sunday - 3 full days to relax.
So here's how we spent our weekend:
Friday, Hubby had off work, but he was busy studying for an upcoming test that he has to take. I spent nearly the entire day raking the yard, pulling our dead or near-dead flowers, and bagging it all. No so fun either. But the weather was gorgeous, so I won't complain.
Saturday morning, Hubby and I volunteered to help rake leaves at our church (yeah, as if I didn't already get enough of that on Friday...). I ended up with a blister on my thumb (which did pop), but we had a good time with some of the people from church. Needless to say, the yard and parking lot looked good for at least a few hours. The wind decided to pick up a little, so more leaves fell off the trees, leaving our green grass littered with brown and red leaves once again. Oh the joys of Fall.
Saturday afternoon was much more enjoyable. A bunch of young couples from our church got together and drove to Cañon City to visit a Corn Maze/Pumpkin Patch. Despite a wrong turn and getting a little lost on the way there, it was an amazing time. The weather was perfect and the company was a lot of fun. We went in little groups through the maze (with the exception of one husband who conquered it all by himself). Most of us finished in about 20 minutes. One group took about 45 minutes. Either way, it was fun racing through the corn stalks and getting "lost". At the end of the day, we all got to pick a pumpkin from the pumpkin patch. Lucky for us, they had just opened a new field that morning, so there were plenty of good sized pumpkins to pick from. Here's a few pictures from that day:
The 2 entrances to the maze. The theme this year was "Go Green with John Deere."
A photo-op place they had set up. We never did take a group photo there.
A peek into the new pumpkin patch they had opened that morning.
The older, not-quite-as-good-pickin' pumpkin patch.
Then there's Sunday. I'm joining the worship team at church, so I had to go to their 7:30am practice. Wow, that was early. Then, I had Christmas Choir practice, and finally the actual church service. It made for a long long morning, that's for sure. The sermon was somewhat heavy, but then to top it all off, one of the ladies in the church (who is around our age), gave up and told about 2 different stories/struggles that she has faced in her life. One was about the loss of her father when she was 7. The second one hit home a little bit harder.
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Her husband and she wanted to start a family right after they got married. 2 1/2 years later, they finally got pregnant with their son. When he was a year old, they decided to try for a second child. Now, their son is 3 1/2. So another 2 1/2 years later, and they still don't have a second child. She told us that they have been trying the whole time and actually got pregnant. They were so excited. However, when they went for an ultrasound, she was told that she was miscarrying. She was devastated. She went on to tell how heartbreaking it was for them to have waited that long to get pregnant, then find out they were miscarrying. As you looked around the sanctuary, you could almost tell who has gone through a similar situation or known someone who has. So many ladies where crying and some men even got choked up over it all. I'm getting misty-eyed once again just typing this.
While some people could identify with her miscarriage story, what really hit me most is that they have been trying for 2 1/2 years with no luck. Hubby and I are officially at our 24-month mark this month. October 2009. Two years of trying to have a baby and we haven't had any luck either. It's hard. It's hard to hear other people's stories of their struggle with IF. I don't know if they have done IF treatments, or just tried every month or what. I don't know if I would feel comfortable adressing that with her either. I just know what it's like to want something so much but can't have it. It's heart wrenching.
But enough of the sad stuff.
On Wednesday, I meet with Dr. M for my post-op. Hubby is going to join me and we're both excited to discuss our situation with her and take another step in the direction towards getting pregnant. She's an amazing doctor and super-supportive of her patients. She's basically already told us what our next step will be, and I know I'm looking forward to talking things over and making progress with this whole IF thing. As the saying goes, "We don't know what the future holds, but we know who holds the future."
