The Rapture

I was hoping that the death of Macho Man Randy Savage was the sign that The Rapture was going to actually go down today.  Now I know what you are thinking, that is crazy and the death of an icon like MMRS would not have anything to do with all of this craziness and why would you want this to happen?  Well that is simple, I was hoping that this might start the Zombie Apocalypse. But now that I am sitting here at 7:40pm, I am just saddened that MMRS is gone and I have to live another day without the fear that something wants to eat my brains.  

At least I have had a lot of good laughs over this and I know that the CDC is still on my side.

http://emergency.cdc.gov/socialmedia/zombies_blog.asp?s_cid=emergency_004

May=No training and little hope for BFP

I was so excited for this month.  I was going to start training for my new position and I was sure that this would be a BFP month.  Now that this month is half over with  I find that myself still in my old position and still trying to figure out what the hell is going on with my cycle.  

The deal with work is that they decided that I was going to have to wait a month for some crappy reason.  I am still not sure 100% why, but all I know is that means that I am stuck for another 3 weeks and I lost my office.  If I would have started this month I would have a nice quiet piece of heaven.  

Now to my cracked out cycle. (Yes, this is the technical term for it)  For the past 3 days I have been playing host to what seems to be Aunt Flo.  The problem is she is an IMPOSTER!  The reason I know this is AF came to visit on the 4th and left on the 8th.  She is a shrew, but I know she wouldn't come back 3 days later.  Why is now the question that I am facing.  If this continues this weekend I am going to break down and schedule and appointment with someone...but who is the question. 

That reminds me I need to schedule an eye exam. Crap.     

Two roses

While waiting in the car with my two wonderful furbabies for the moments to pass by quickly so I could come home and Mother Day to be over, my husband steps into my car with tears in his eyes.  He kisses me and tells me that he is sorry that they are not here to say it, but he knows that our babies would wish me a happy Mothers Day.  With these huge tears streaming down his face, he pulls two beautiful yellow roses with pink tips out of no where.  He wanted to find two white roses.  Two white roses to represent "perfect souls".  I haven't seen my husband cry like that since the day I almost died...but that is a story for another day.  

I love this man so much

My husband never ceases to amaze me.  He faces the fact that he does not understand my attachment to my girls on TB and the grief that I feel, but he still supports every me at every step.  He woke up this morning and stayed in bed with me for hours because I did not want to get out of bed.  He played and acted goofy all morning to make me feel better.  When I finally got out of bed, he made me breakfast while I relaxed in the living room. I also am happy that he never once told me that I had to get dressed.
I am thankful I have such a great man to be by my side for the rest of my life.

May 1st

International Babylost Mothers day is today.  It is a day for us mothers that have loved their children but had to go through the pain of losing them.  We remember each other and our little ones, even though the world has forgotten.  

I am wanting to find peace and some sort of happiness in this week.  I know that the days between now and Mothers day will be trying at best.