That Day…

This. This is the post that’s been haunting me; Sitting in the “drafts section" of my mind for a long time. I think this may be part of the reason I’ve had trouble exposing “REALness”; hesitant to reveal my biggest weaknesses and struggles. The one that makes me want to do dishes rather than write. I don’t like dusting off my skeletons. I’m not sure I’ve told this entire story to anyone, including my husband which is rare. He’s my best friend. I bore him often with my tales of non-sense. So here goes…

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Almost a year after having my 3rd baby in two and ½ very short years I headed back to the doctor. Yep, that day when you and your OB get to make small talk while she does one of the most uncomfortable and awkward things in every girls life- the “Annual”.

This was the 1st time I’d been to the OB all by myself since months before my wedding. I was one of those girls who didn’t go until she needed birth control and then when I was preggers. During all the years of monthly/weekly visits for prenatal care, my hubs had accompanied me. It was odd to sit in the waiting room all alone; people watching all by myself. Pretending to read magazines but really just looking at pictures as if it were Pinterest. My time came.  They called my name as if I’d won something. Not The Case.

I went to back chit chatting with the nurse. I sat down and answered all the normal questions, taking blood pressure, getting weighed {That’s just horrible, I mean, why do they need that? Are we at a cattle auction? Are they going to get paid more for me for being thicker? Anyways :O)’}, blah blah blah.

In “the room” I wait on that noisy paper after trying to hide my tooshy with that paper thin, open-ended gown, and wait, and wait. My sweet doctor enters the room, wearing that impenetrable coat of colorful makeup, and asks me all the same questions the nurse did. She breaks out those shiny, cold, instruments of torture and does her thing. She finishes with a, “I don’t think it ever gets easier” and asks if I had any other questions for her. I did. Well, less a question, more a, “this is what’s going on.” I guess there could be question to follow that. “How do I fix it?”

I nervously talked to her as I sweated all over that now crinkled paper.

“I’ve been having mood swings I guess” I began. “I feel like crying often. I have been over reacting about simple things and get easily frustrated by my kids. I thought it was my heart stuff but I get this tight feeling in my chest.”

Her response: “Okay” in a not so comforting calm, I’ve-seen-this-before voice. “Do you feel out of control some times? Like you just want to scream?”

Sadly that’s exactly how I felt. I want to scream to try and release some of that tenseness built up in my chest. Then I want to cry because all I want to do is scream. I was slightly disappointed she’d pinned me so quickly.

As soon as I confessed to her description, she broke out her script pad- that evil little pad that awakens all those fears deep in me. She explained that she could “give me something” that would help. It would level things out.

I quickly asked her with slight hope in my voice, “Is it like birth control?” I know what that is and what is does.

“No, this…this works more with the chemicals in your brain…to levels things out.”

I’m sure she could hear the hesitation in my voice as she continued writing her script. “Umm, does birth control do the same thing?”

“Yes, and we could try and go that route if this doesn’t help.”

“Alright” I say knowing full well what she was sentencing me to with that paper. I was a psych major for crying out loud. And I was Not Happy about it At All {pun intended}.

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To Be Continued...

Three Part Series {on depression}

    1. That Day... {monday}
    2. That Night... {tuesday}
    3. The Pickup... {wednesday}

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Delievery Goodies

The other day I told you I'd just ordered 151 FREE prints from Shutterfly.
Well, guess what showed up in the mail today!?!
{FYI: there are still more deals going on@ Shutterfly!}

 I spent a couple hours up dating ALL of our picture frames in the house. If you've never been to my home, you should know that Every room has picture frames in it! I LOVE pictures. I haven't printed pictures in quite a while though. Surprisingly , I still didn't have enough frames. Many of the pictures left unframed where of my children playing so I've decided I'm going to make some collages and laminate them. I think my girls will enjoy making frames for them to hang in their playroom.

Here's a quick tour of some of the new pics I added/switched out/updated around our home:

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Does your bagless vacuum suck? {Thoughtful Thursday}

Today is thoughtful Thursday so feel free to share ANY thoughtfulness!

Have a fun recipe? A tool you love? Please share by commenting with a link to your post about your thoughtfulness! Then post the “Thoughtful Thursday” button to your post so other ladies can get lots of thoughtful helps! I know I've been sharing a lot of recipes lately but ANYthing thoughtful is welcome! Consider visiting the link above yours and encouraging them through comments!

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My Laundry Room Smells Like Poop {Thoughtful Thursday}

Today is thoughtful Thursday so feel free to share ANY thoughtfulness!

Have a fun recipe? A tool you love? A how-to you wanna share? Link up your post about your thoughtfulness HERE on asJulesisgoing! Then post the “Thoughtful Thursday” button to your post so other ladies can get lots of thoughtful helps! I know I've been sharing a lot of recipes lately but ANYthing thoughtful is welcome! Consider being even more thoughtful by visiting the link above yours and encouraging them through comments!


I walked into my laundry room today after several days of my drier being broke and was almost knocked on my butt by the smell of poop!
Does your laundry room ever smell like "code brown"? Wanna know why? And how to get rid of the feces stench?

Your front loader is to blame! Yeppers. These little boogers are a life save in the world of dirty laundry from oodles of blessings running around. BUT there is a #1 rule I didn't couldn't stick to the past couple days:

Air out the washer by leaving the door open

When the heating coil went out on our drier all of a sudden I left loads of wet laundry in the washer until I had time to pull them out and hang them to dry. #FAIL Leaving the wet clothing in the washer added to the moister inside the washer and of course, the door was shut for longer than normal resulting in STANK!

Even when you do move laundry quickly and air out the washer, there are still lots of places that hold moister and result in mold and mildew. These places should get cleaned out every once in a while to avoid the smell of a diaper gene in your laundry room.

The Door

The Detergent Tray

The Gasket {apparently what this rubber stuff is called}

I just used some multipurpose cleaning spray, warm water, and a washcloth to wipe down each of these. I didn't really take that long and if I did it more often I bet it would take even less time. I think ran a "santize" cycle with nothing but white vinegar in it to make sure the parts I couldn't get to will be cleaned as well.

Now I just have to remember to do this ~once a month to keep the poo smell away. Does your laundry room stink?



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4th of July Party Food Ideas

My oldest little girl was born on June 29th but our summers are crazy full with camps and family living out-of-town so we have made it a tradition to have a family birthday party on the weekend of the 4th of July. Everyone is off work and can travel! I told myself four years ago I never wanted to make her birthday 4th of July themed…yeah. We all know how that one’s gonna end ;o)

I'm sharing the party foods over at the Homemaker's Challenge today.

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