Hello. My Name is Amber and I am an Addict.

Yes, that is right.  I am an addict.  A blogging addict that is.  I am totally addicted to reading all of your blogs and the comments you leave on my blog.  I find myself refreshing constantly to see if there are any new comments or to see if any of you have left a new post!  Yep.  I've gone over the edge.  I am addicted.  Haha!

I am so grateful for the chance to connect with all of you.  I have found that it has really been a great outlet for me to tell my story and to make it through the grieving process.  While I was pregnant, I went through a period of time that I was really scared and leery to read about miscarriages.  Now I am drawn to those blogs because I can relate and sympathize on a whole different level.  I am also drawn to the pregnancy blogs and success stories, just as I was before.  I love to read about positive bfp's, birth stories, and hear about your kids as they get older.  I am living vicariously through you.

I love to find a blog that I am interested in and start at the beginning.  I start on the very first post and catch up to present day.  I read it just like I am reading a book.  So if you find random comments from me on posts dating back a few years, well, now you know why!  I am reading your story.  Obviously this takes a lot of time, so don't be offended if you don't find these comments on your blog.  I just haven't gotten to yours yet!  lol  And really, there is just too many wonderful people and blogs out there to get to them all.

I want to thank all of you for being willing to share your stories, the good times, the struggles, and the heartaches.  I want to thank you for your friendship and extend my friendship to those of you I may not have had the chance to meet yet (in the blogging world).  I especially want to thank those that have even gone beyond the blogging world through texting and email.  Your friendship and compassion mean a lot.

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In other news, I did go to my sister's ultrasound appointment on Friday.  It's different this time around going with her, as I have a whole new perspective now that I have personally had my own ultrasounds.  We got to see a beautiful heartbeat.  It appeared to be strong and fast.  I thought it was strange that the doctor didn't let us hear it.  I guess that will come at the next appointment.

 

She was a little unsure of the due date.  According to the start of Sis's cycle, the due date would be September 17th.  However, the fetus is measuring smaller than that so the doctor figures she had a late ovulation, so might be due later than that.  Sis goes in for another ultrasound in about 2 weeks.  We'll find out then.

 

I thought it might be hard for me to go to the appointment with them, but it wasn't at all.  I was excited to see the little blob and could easily pick up the flicker of the heartbeat.  I didn't even have a shed of discomfort, and didn't feel any heartache at all.  I was just happy to be there with my sister and her husband, and the fact that they included me in their appointment.

 

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Hubby and I have been laying in bed all weekend with colds. We have quarantined ourselves from each other though.  He's had the couch and I've had the bedroom because we think we have two different things.  My cold is all in my sinuses and I have a lot of (uhh hmmm) snot.  His is all in his throat.  Hopefully we will feel better tomorrow and we can go to work.  We both work with a lot of old people - excuse me, I mean seniors.  They don't appreciate it very much if you even sneeze.