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Share a story with me...funny or whatevs. Or tell me the most embarrassing moment you've ever had. I wanna know...let's bond and share girl talk like we're at a sleep over.
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BFP#1 6/27/13 EDD 3/5/14 MC 7/16/13
BFP#2 11/25/13 EDD 8/4/14
It's a BOY!
Baby Blog
My dad had his arm bit off by a bear ...
When he was 12....
At a zoo!
He was an idiot and back in 1948 there weren't many safety features. He jumped the little 4 foot fence in front of the cage and pet the bear on the ear. It then proceeded to grab ahold of his arm. A struggle ensued and eventually his arm ripped off at the shoulder joint. He used a prosthetic for awhile but once he outgrew the first one he never replaced it. So for over 60 years he had lived with just 1 arm.
The end!
DS Grayson (3yrs) (Emergency Csec)
DD Isabella due 8/2/2014
I was about 16 and my family was coming back from the Philippines for a break and to send me off to college. I told myself that I was to old to still be interested in a boy band and convinced myself that I didn't like them anymore.
We were sitting in an airport and my sister and I were talking, a bit to loudly, and the subject of Westlife came up. I don't remember exactly what I said but I know it wasn't nice. Because when I looked up, not six feet away, looking right at me, is one of the singers with a "who is this bitch?" look on his face.
It was at that moment I decided to sit down, change the subject and pray for the earth to swallow me whole.
Mom to S-07/22/10 & Q-12/14/11 L-8/23/14
....i guess I'll share....When i needed a blood transfusion.
Anyway i was going on a year of being sick and I was loosing more blood than my body could produce so I was severely anemic. I was in the ER for a good 4-5 hours(going on midnight) before they decided to give me a transfusion. They also decided to admit me for a week. It took a few hours to get a blood bag and get it signed off by the 3 nurses and to get the transfusion started.
around 3 am i was set up in a room upstairs. the ER does gravity drips only whereas when your admitted want you on an automatic pump. The night nurse(there were 2 other nurses to help me get set in the room) was checking my blood bag and saline bags so he could get me set up for a pump. Well he lifted the blood bag, checked the saline then just let the blood bag drop. The blood bag smacked against the saline bag and fell off the hook....and EXPLODED on the floor. A little more than half a pint was all over the floor, splattered on my purse, and all over the wall. It was a murder scene and at 3 am i didn't want to deal with it. Still...the look on all the nurses faces was wide eyed and white...
Needless to say...i got a new blood bag, the room was cleaned up...and i never saw that night nurse again...
Also, I lived in a converted funeral home for several years during and after grad school. We had great parties there.
I was very stressed and had to run all over town getting stuff to make home life easy for her. So I was making a U Turn and was on the phone ordering take out food. I had a green arrow also right of way and these cars kept turning that needed to break. So the cars in front of me were turing, when it was my turn this car tried to turn when I had the right of way- (typically i have no road rage) but I just went and then my 28 adult self stuck my tounge out and made a terrible face at this other drive and let out a mother F@&$"! All the while on the phone with the restaurant. I politely then said the the lady on the phone "oh I'm sorry traffic is crazy" I has hit rock bottom!
Baby Girl born 7/9/2014 at 34.5wks
Me: 06/12 Dx w/ IR PCOS (rx 2000 metformin) DH: SA all clear; looking good
06/12-10/12- Clomid/Femara + trigger + TI + P4 = 3 BFNs, hysteroscopy, polypectomy, D&C
11/12 - 7.5 mg Femara + trigger + IUI + P4 = BFN
12/12 - Surprise BFP ectopic (MTX 01/13)
04/13 - Off the Bench! 7.5 mg Femara + trigger + IUI #2 + estradiol + P4 = BFN
05/13 Clear HSG-5 mg Femara + Menopur + trigger + IUI #3 + P4 = BFP ectopic (MTX 07/03 & 07/11)
07/23 emergency lap to remove ectopic mass and left tube
1) Let me start by saying in went to a catholic school K-8 (uniform, nuns and all). In second grade I was not feeling well, and I begged my teacher to go the "nurse" (she was the secretary because we only had a part time nurse). She let me. The rule was no temp you can't go home. Well, I've always been the sick kid that felt awful but rarely had a temp, so of course, I get sent back because "I'm fine" without a temp. Repeat this 3X! I finally go ask my teacher for the 4x to go to the nurse....and I puke....ALL over her. She was a nun. The kicker? I am now a second grade teacher and HATE puke.
2) 2 years ago my husband was rushed to the ER for what we thought was an allergic reaction. Come to find out he had a massive seizure and was later diagnosed with a brain tumor (scary). After the surgery he was loaded up with pain med (obviously). WELL, one night he was in his pain med induced sleep when a commerical came on the tv about an interview with Justin Beiber. Out of no where, I hear "Mmmmmmm Justin Beiber! I love Justin Beiber." (This from the man who HATES pop music and especially the Beibs). I burst out laughing to the pint I was crying. To this day we still joke about it.
One of my cousins said I should swim REALLY well with my duck feet.
My parents decided to have them surgically unattached. Now I have these nasty/freaky toe scars.
Apparently my fraternal grandfather ALSO had the same 2 fused toes. I suspect any children my son and this LO has will be fused toe'd duck feet babies.
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Proud Mother to 16 year old Austin (MCJROTC Sgt., Trumpet playing "Band Nerd" and hopeful Air Force Pilot!)
Proud Stepmother to 12 year old Josh (Baseball playing, Saxophone playing "Band Nerd" and hopeful Doctor!)
Proud Mother to baby Kaylee (Stuffed toy playing, Adorable smiling baby and hopeful Rodeo Princess!)
Hahaha I love these stories! Thanks for the smiles ladies!
I hope I don't have as bad of luck as a mother than my mother did!
When we were young, my dad worked out of town a lot for weeks on end. So my mom was basically a single mom for the first 2 or 3 years of my life (I'm the youngest).
Well my sister who is a year older than me has always been very accident prone. Well when I was maybe a year old and she was maybe 2, she had an awful streak of accidents! She fell down the front steps and knocked her front teeth out, she fell and broke her arm, she bit the tip of her tongue off, and then as her teeth had been replaced by the dentist, a large dog jumped on her and knocked the front teeth out again! After the 3rd emergency room visit in a few months, child protective services were called on my mom. Naturally she was covered in bruises and such, so it took several days for my mom to get us back!
I can't imagine the horror at being the mother of such an accident prone child and have that happen to me! Thankfully my other sister and I being completely unharmed seemed to be a hint that she really may just be an accident prone child
I had just started dating this guy and it was Christmas. He decided to come join my family for Christmas. He arrived and I was drinking a beer. He proceeds to take the beer away from me like he wanted a drink, but I was not letting go, IT WAS MY BEER.
As we are in this tug-o-war for this beer I must have let go at some point because it pops back and hits him in the mouth. He just stands up with his hand over his mouth saying "i think you just broke my tooth". I'm laughing saying "no i didn't!" Well turns out, yes I did! It Broke half of one of his front teeth!! All I could think was "How are his parents going to like/approve of me when they see what happened.....:("
One fixed tooth and several years later we are married and happier than we could ever be. We still like to reflect back on that story.
So I've been very close to becoming a lightening rod 2 times...
1) In middle school, on a rainy morning I went outside to feed our rabbits before school, a daily chore. I'm not a huge umbrella user, but my dad mad me go outside with one. Right before heading outside, I heard a low rumble. No big deal - I'll be 5 minutes, tops. Well, now I'm outside with an umbrella, and suddenly there's much louder, longer thunder. Okay, I start to hurry up. One more BIG clash of thunder. I quick shut the cage and turn to run back across the yard tithe house. Then, a huge ground rumbling house shaking clash of thunder hits, along with a blinding white light that fills my entire field of vision. After a milli-second of pure paralyzing fear, I pretty much shit myself and dash, crying, into a dark house whose power was just lost. My dad is standing int eh kitchen and says to me "a little too close for comfort, huh?" No more umbrellas after that.
2). Now in high school, we're on our annual family trip out west. We're at Black Canyon of the Gunnison in Colorado, and had just taken a brief hike to a cliff overlooking the Painted Wall. It's overcast and drizzly, some low rumbles in the distance - not bad - its Colorado. So I'm leaning on the railing and looking down into the canyon. I step back, and what my folks thought was the wind coming up the canyon and blowing my hair up on end, was in fact not true. I step back and my hair was standing up On END, Mad Scientist style. Now we start hearing much louder rumbles, and the rain starts to get harder. My Aunt starts screaming to get me in the van - we all start running up the trail, my hair on end, now we have thunder and lightening... We get in the car just as the real nastiness starts and there's lightening all around us... My mom is totally freaking out, cuz she knew about the time in middle school...
So yeah, for YEARS after that my mom made me sit inside during storms, preferably away from windows and anything metal. Which usually meant our windowless bathroom. She still gets nervous even though I'm now 27 and living in a different state
So I was feeling like hot stuff in my yoga classes and a total attention whore. Well, I think fate decided that I was a righteous little snot whose ego needed to be taken down a notch.
One day, while I was wrapped up in some super bendy pose, I accidentally let blast a huge fart. This had never happened to me before! It was totally obvious that it came from me too. Awful!!! I didn't know what to do. Do I say "excuse me?" Should I run out? Maybe if I pretend it didn't happen, nobody would know it was me. (Yeah right nobody hear it. It was a total cannon blast!)
Fortunately, I moved a short time later. I'm at a new yoga studio, and I'm a lot more humble too.
My mom had a transfusion after she had me in 1978. I can't remember if it was the late 80s or the early 90s, but her doctors did bring it up and tested her just to be safe. She was fine, but it was very scary.
4 rounds of clomid, 2 with IUI = BFN
I was so caught off guard that I landed smack on my chest onto the concrete, didn't have time to attempt to break my fall with my arms. This ended up knocking the wind completely out of me. Because of where we were, the emergency vehicles were all called. My dad managed to get me relaxed enough to catch my breath, but I guess my lips had turned blue before that. So there I am, laying on the concrete & fire trucks, police cars, and an ambulance all pull up...in front of all of those people.
I was completely fine, just completely embarrassed!