Busy Nothings

Wow, what a morning up here in Alaska! And FINALLY the presidential race got exciting for this conservative! Sarah Palin accepted the VP position under McCain this morning and, while I’m surprised, I’m certainly not shocked! My surprise lies in the fact that I was secretly hoping he wouldn’t choose her just because Alaska needs her!

Sarah Palin isn’t a typical politician. She went from being mayor of a relatively small city to ousting our then-current Republican governor, Frank Merkowski, in the primaries with just a fraction of the campaign money Merkowski had. Then she beat out a former democratic Governor and since she took office has done remarkable things for the state. She’s what a politician SHOULD be–more interested in what’s best for the people she’s serving than what will help boost her career. She never set out to be a politician, just do what was best for Alaska and I’ve no doubt she’ll do that for the nation. Critics are already after her lack of experience, but it’s exactly that lack of political experience that makes her such a good governor! She’s not influenced by politics–even her own party–or by money. She’s exposed corruption in the oil companies and her own party, she went to Congress and refused the “pork money” our senator and congressman had secured to build a bridge from Anchorage across the Knik Arm to as of yet uninhabited land (nicknamed the “Bridge to Nowhere”), she’s not afraid to stand up for what’s right and that, to me, is of greater value than years in politics. If elected, I’ll be sad because she’s really worked hard the last two years to clean up Alaska and we need her! But on the other hand, I’ll be excited because FINALLY we have a fresh face in Washington that really IS all about what’s best for the people and she’s proven it!!

Oh, one more note. In several of the articles we read this morning Wasilla was referred to as a “suburb” of Anchorage. My hubby and I both laughed, because we drive 40 miles around mountains to get to that “suburb.”

Izzi will follow me pretty much wherever I go in the house. At the end of the day she’ll snuggle with me on the couch for a while before moving to the ottoman which she’s pretty much claimed as her “couch.” Tonight she was sleepng soundly on the ottoman while I was watching a Cary Grant movie she groggily got up, timidly crawled up on my lap, curled up with her head on my leg, and went back to sleep. I love how much she loves her “mammy”.

Since being pregnant I cannot clean up after my dog without having to run to the bathroom sick. Tonight she had an accident in the middle of the floor (mommy wasn’t watching the clock and didn’t take her out in time) which couldn’t be avoided. I was planning on waiting till my hubby got home so he could clean it up, but then got a wild idea.
I do most of my surface scrubbing using Lysol wipes and I actually like the clean, fresh smell. I do NOT like the smell of the stuff to clean pet odors out of the carpet. So crazily I took the top off the tub of Lysol wipes and placed it next to the “accident” site. The smell of a whole tub of wipes was so strong it overpowered the pee and the stuff to clean it with and –WALLAH!–successfully cleaned up without gagging!

…goes something like this: we bring a car full of stuff (the condo assn. where we live isn’t set up for rummage sales) which dear Hubby kindly unloads. He then spies a computer or two someone dropped off even though the store has a sign posted they don’t take computers. He asks the attendant helping him unload if he can take the computers. He then takes the computers home, takes them apart, and finds what works and what doesn’t. Sometimes–like yesterday–he gets lucky and finds a relatively new computer that someone got rid of because they thought it didn’t work. Turns out it was just a dead battery on the motherboard. So he has yet another free computer to play with.

So many people have been praying for the Lord to bless us with a baby, my young nieces and nephews included. I don’t think I could even pinpoint the origination of all those prayers–I recently found out my sister-in-law’s mom’s group has been praying for us for years!

Well, God has answered all those prayers. We’re now 17 weeks pregnant with our “miracle” baby. According to the test results taken only weeks prior to us finding out, the 150 mg. of Clomid wasn’t working and my progesterone level was really low. No one’s sure when or how I ovulated. Once we found out, the doctor immediately put me on Prometrium as the chances of a miscarriage were high. Thankfully the danger has passed and we’re still pregnant! And very, very sick 24/7. I’ve been on Zofran steadily the past 5 weeks and I wish I’d been on it sooner. It’s the only thing that works to calm the intense nausea.

It was hard for me to decide when and how to blog about this. The pain of infertility is still very real, and some days I still can’t believe I’m pregnant. Although we’re excited and happy, I know all too well the pain of people seemingly flaunting their pregnancies and babies at me and hearing mothers in the store flippantly implying they’d give away their kids. I don’t want to be either of those women. Seemingly endless infertility treatments makes me treasure this baby even more. It’s been a long, hard road.

My brother told his young children who have been praying for their Auntie to have a baby that God answered their prayer. What a witness to them! My 4 yr. old nephew got really excited and his exclamation is the title of this post.