Goonies

Okay, so we've all been through the 80's and watched the movie The Goonies, right? Or at least you've heard it, if you've called my cell phone recently (yech). Remember this dialog?
Mike: Data, what are you doing?
Data: Setting booty traps.
Mike: You mean booby traps?
Data: That's what I said, booty traps.

So the other day I catch Sam winding string around a couple chairs and strategically laying out legos-
Me: Sam, what're you doing?
Sam: Making booty craps!
Me: You mean booby traps?
Sam: Yeah, booty craps!

Thanks-giving

So this may seem a bit off, being grateful right now, considering all that has been going on lately. I'm now 10 weeks along, and I've managed to loose 12 pounds and have IV administered twice for dehydration. Currently I am receiving home health care and pump therapy, which means that I have medication being ministered via pump directly into my leg. Hyperemisis does this to me every time; it slowly eats away my reserves and it becomes a challenge just to stay afloat.

But really, I am grateful. This is my third time to go through this, and while it has been just as difficult as in the past, I have received better medical help than ever before. Dr. Fiore listened to me from the very beginning and his concern prevented my from becoming very seriously ill. What a blessing to have a doctor who believed me! And I have wonderful friends here in Madison- Dana, Sharon, Julie, Lisa, Natalie and many others have picked up and dropped off my kids from school, watched them for hours at a time (no small favor, that) cleaned, helped unpack, bring cards and food and comfort, and more than anything they have just called to see how I was doing. More than anything else I was afraid that I would move somewhere new, and nobody would notice when I got sick. I was so wrong!

And the grandparents have been heroes. When I was thoroughly incapacitated they took Sam to Memphis for 2 weeks for me. The crazy grandmas came to town and helped us move. And my mom has called me every day, to answer all my medical questions and remind me that she loves me.

But most of all I love my husband. He has taken on himself the mom job and not complained once. This amazing husband moved us from our apartment into our house, unpacked both storage units, has gotten Hannah and Sam ready for school every morning and ready for bed every night, and all the other million things that need to be done. And instead of moaning, he asks if I am doing alright. I think he must be perfect.

Thanks everyone! Just a few more weeks!