Onto the Next Chapter...

Guess what??  I am sooo happy!  I have been moping around on this blog for the past several months.  But during that time, when I wasn't sulking about the Enginerd, a funny thing happened...  I started seeing someone very seriously.  This is someone that I have known for sometime, but really only as friends. I don't have a good alter-ego name for him, so I am going to call him El Director.

During the summer when I was going through a very rough time, El Director was really a great friend.  My family is not in the area, and I had just started a new job...  With all of the other things going on in my life, I felt very alone.  And the relationship began to progress...

He has 2 children and they get along great with my kids...  Actually his oldest daughter is the same age as my daughter - so there is little competition there because as you all know little girls are MEAN!  His younger daughter idolizes my son - they are so cute...  She loves to play XBox with him, and he is so happy to have a willing opponent!

A few weekends ago, we went to the Heinz History Center in Pittsburgh with all 4 kids.  This is truly my favorite museum in Pittsburgh!  It is ALL Pittsburgh!  And soooo cool!  We hadn't taken the kids there before, so this was their first visit, and they all seemed to really enjoy it.

The museum was more crowded than normal because of a Vatican Exhibit, and El Director was getting annoyed.  After we went through the entire museum, I could tell it was time to go - the kids were getting hungry; there was a lot of noise with all of the people; El Director looked exasperated!  So we were all standing together talking about the museum, and El Director asked the kids what they thought...  They all said they really liked the museum.  Then El Director asked them what they thought about having a wedding at the museum, and they thought that would be a great place for a wedding.  Then he turned to me and asked me if I would like to have our wedding at the museum!!! And he got out a little blue box, and showed all of the kids our wedding rings.

I am not normally an emotional person, but I began to tear up. The kids were so happy. El Director and I are so happy!

I know alot of you are thinking that I have gone completely nuts!  Maybe I have...  Whatever... I am happy!  I am crazy in love!  I am onto the next chapter now...

What did I agree to????

Ok - so my sister has been diagnosed with Graves Disease, and one of the results of that disease is that her thyroid is running at max speed!  At Christmastime, she was eating about 3000 calories a day just to maintain her weight.  Sounds all good, right?  Wrong - when the thyroid is maxed out like that, it can have a very bad effect on her heart.

So she decided to have a radioactive iodine treatment on her thyroid.  After the treatment, she stayed in a hotel for a few days so she wouldn't expose my little nephew to any radiation.  I called her the first night she was stuck in the hotel, and we discussed the effects of the iodine treatment, and what happens next... 

So she started talking about having more kids, and what would happen if she couldn't have any more and this thyroid thing messes everything up... blah blah blah...  But I THINK I agreed to be a surrogate for her!  Really??  Did I really agree to that??  I didn't even hesitate, which is really only an indication that I had been drinking waaaaay to much!  Couldn't I just give her my kidney or my thyroid??

Then I started thinking about it alittle more - maybe it wouldn't be so bad...  I mean, I had really easy pregnancies both times... With my second, I completely fell off the wagon, and ate everything in sight!  I ate chocolate icing right from the can every. single. day.  Truth be told, I still do that on a lot of days, but when I was pregnant, I had no guilt!

In fact, the worst part about being pregnant for me was after the babies were born...  the lack of sleep; the stress of trying to get the belly button to heal; worrying that they weren't getting enough to eat; worrying that I was overfeeding them; I could go on and on... 

I wouldn't have to deal with any of that stuff.  The kid would probably roll right out, because lets face it, that road has been paved  - I suspect it wouldn't take much more than a sneeze to get it out.  And I already need some kind of surgery to get my stomach back anyway, so there is really no more damage that can be done in that area...

Then I remembered the hormonal shifts my body endured after the babies were born...  my hair all fell out and what little was left went completely straight...  I broke out in severe hives all over my body for months...  Hmmmm - maybe a kidney donation would be easier...