20 weeks, 20 weeks, 20 weeks, 20 weeks, 20 weeks, 20 weeks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So, I'm 20 weeks and
Its a Boy, Its a Boy, Its a BOy, Its a BOy, Its a Boy, Its a BOy!!!!!!!!!!!!
I really should say, he's a Boy because I hate it when people call their unborn children ITS!!
His name, so far, is Alexander Martin Budd! Amazing how much more real this has become now that I know who he is!!!! I can feel him a lot more now, not just little pokes, but swishing like hes moving his legs around. I can't believe that Im half way through this pregnancy!! Never in my life did I think I would ever get to this point!!
The ultrasound went well, he was not in the mood to get in the right place, though. The Ultrasound Tech had a hard time visualizing his spine so we are going back on Tuesday to take another look. YAY I get to see him again!!! We are also going to double check that he his a boy becuse the Tech had troube seeing that tooo. Though, the picture, to me, is pretty obvious. I will have to post pictures later because, at this time, I am at work.
Morning had Broken!!! Well Morning sickness!! I still get a little nauseated in the morning and if I stay hungry too long I still dry heave, but the majority is gone. Hallelujah!! Not a fun point in my life.
So now I am shopping shopping shopping!! I already have an idea about the crib, just need to pick out the color and the crib bedding is chosen. You'll have to wait for that. The nursery Is SO SMALL!! why on earth did I buy a house with such small rooms?!? O well it will save us money on furniture in the long run. We have already gotten the Recliner and I think the only other furniture we may buy is a Chest of drawers and a small storage unit. What I really need to do is get started on his quilt!!! AHHH so much to DO!!! I will post ultrasound photos after the next U/S on Tuesday.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Friday, November 19, 2010
Ok here's the update.
So, funny story. Long story but funny. My last miscarriage was in March. I was only 6 weeks along so it was fairly easy to deal with physically, not so much emotionally. I had a harder time with this one then I did with the one before at 9 weeks. I was pretty much falling apart when my sister called. We will call her C because, well, both my sisters names start with C. So, C called me and reminded me that when Wayne and I started having fertility problems she had offered to let me use her uterus whenever I needed it. She offered to be our surrogate; to keep my last little embryos safe so they can grow! It was the one thing that got me through the loss. It was hope and it was a plan, it was something to look forward to. We put the plan in motion.
Seems having a surrogate carrying your embryos is a lot more complicated than one would guess. They ( being the state government) have their own set of requirements. Blood work, tons of papers, lawyers and a psych evaluation. The blood work was brutal. Nine Vials Of Blood. I said NINE!! The psych evaluation was kind of fun. It was all about our relationship as a couple, my relationship with my sister, and my feelings about our fertility issues. It was nice to talk about it, anyone who knows me knows I like to talk.... about myself! We had finally gotten through all the requirements except for the lawyer, that comes at the end of the pregnancy. It was time for C to have an exam by my RE (Reproductive Endocrinologist). There we hit bump number 1. Her exam was abnormal. So now she had to go back to her doctor and have them do another exam and possibly a procedure. We were delayed.
Bump number 1 didn't last long. C's doctor confirmed all was well and we were back on the road. We now just had to wait for her cycle to start. Meanwhile, she was going out of town for a few weeks, but no need to fear, she would be back before her cycle was due. In the meantime, I decided to get a few things taken care of that I couldn't get done while I was trying to get pregnant. One of those was to have my tonsils out. I won't go into the details of why, just trust me. So I went to my primary care physician to get a referral to an ENT. While at my PCP she suddenly pulls out of the air that she would like to check my thyroid levels again. OK, so I get my referral and some blood work. The next day I go to the ENT. We plan on doing the surgery and while he steps out to answer a phone call I suddenly remember that I found a weird lump in my neck (now, before you jump down my throat about not having it checked I should tell you that I had several people check it whom may or may not had any medical experience and they all told me it was nothing.) So the Doc checks my lump, its in my thyroid and its large. Well, we just happen to have my thyroid levels drawn and surprise they are in my chart now!! Yippee! Seems my TSH level is high which means my thyroid is not working up to snuff. Its not horrible though. Just need to start a low dose of thyroid replacement and oh, by the way lets do an ultrasound of this lump and a biopsy and send you to an Endocrinologist.
Ok sum up. Ultrasound done, lump has taken over the entire left side of my thyroid. Biopsy done, no cancer found. Endocrinologist seen, the first thing she says to me after she finds out we have had fertility problems is "I would not be surprised if you were pregnant in the next 6 weeks." I smiled and said "whatever." We ultrasound the lump again and it is revolting from the needle biopsy by growing half a centimeter. Endocrinologist says we need to take it out because the bigger it gets the more of a chance of cancer. "But", she says "we can always wait until after you have the baby." Baby?!? what baby. I haven't gotten pregnant on my own in 3 1/2 years a little pill is not going to get me pregnant now.
We make the appointment for the surgery. July 14th. In the meantime, bump number 2. C's cycle starts 2 weeks early, while out of the state. Now we have to wait another month to start the surrogacy. Oh well, now I can just concentrate on losing half or maybe all my thyroid. Surgery comes and goes and all is well. A little sore, a lot tired. The results are in.... I have thyroid cancer. ooh sounds scary..... really not. It was a tiny little spot called a microcarcinoma, and it was in the center of the mass. So, this means I got to keep the right side of my thyroid and I don't have any followup treatments. The type of thyroid cancer I had was very slow growing and does not metastisize outside of the thyroid very easily. Surgery is curative!!!! YAY!!! Crisis averted, time to start replacement meds. Beginning of August I get my levels checked... Oh, so much worse. My right side is not picking up the slack so more meds. In the meantime, C starts another cycle and she can get started on the first round of meds which is just birth control.
Fast forward to August 31. I am out to dinner with Wayne. In two days is C's next appointment with my RE. That's when we bring out the big guns. We start heavy duty drugs and we pay for this all! I start feeling really crampy. Thinking my cycle is starting, I check, no go. hmmmm..... we go home. The cramps are so bad I need to lay down. I start thinking maybe I somehow got pregnant and now I am miscarrying again. I get up and grab a pregnancy test to just stop thinking about it. Before I can leave the bathroom BIG FAT POSITIVE!!!! Never had a test so dark in my life!!!! The cramps stop. No miscarriage. I call my Mom, then I call the surrogacy coordinator, then I call C. They are all ecstatic!! Now i am the one seeing my RE and getting blood work. Long story short. I got pregnant about a week from the time my endocrinologist told I would. As long as I keep my TSH within normal limits I may be able to keep this one!!
15 Weeks and 5 days. That's me! I'm 15 weeks and 5 days pregnant. I think this little one is a keeper! I get to be pregnant!! I get to feel my baby kick!!! I get to hold them in my arms sometime around May 8th, Mothers day. I get to shop at Babys R US for ME!! I cant put it into words how this feels. Its beyond me. The point of telling the entire story is that had we not hit bumps 1 and 2, C would be pregnant by the time we found out we were and we would be expecting two or three!! This is better. God knows that. So I'll just end there. This blog was supposed to be about our infertility journey and eventually about the surrogacy but it has all completely changed! now its about my pregnancy and, hopefully, soon about my first child. YAY lets go!!!
Seems having a surrogate carrying your embryos is a lot more complicated than one would guess. They ( being the state government) have their own set of requirements. Blood work, tons of papers, lawyers and a psych evaluation. The blood work was brutal. Nine Vials Of Blood. I said NINE!! The psych evaluation was kind of fun. It was all about our relationship as a couple, my relationship with my sister, and my feelings about our fertility issues. It was nice to talk about it, anyone who knows me knows I like to talk.... about myself! We had finally gotten through all the requirements except for the lawyer, that comes at the end of the pregnancy. It was time for C to have an exam by my RE (Reproductive Endocrinologist). There we hit bump number 1. Her exam was abnormal. So now she had to go back to her doctor and have them do another exam and possibly a procedure. We were delayed.
Bump number 1 didn't last long. C's doctor confirmed all was well and we were back on the road. We now just had to wait for her cycle to start. Meanwhile, she was going out of town for a few weeks, but no need to fear, she would be back before her cycle was due. In the meantime, I decided to get a few things taken care of that I couldn't get done while I was trying to get pregnant. One of those was to have my tonsils out. I won't go into the details of why, just trust me. So I went to my primary care physician to get a referral to an ENT. While at my PCP she suddenly pulls out of the air that she would like to check my thyroid levels again. OK, so I get my referral and some blood work. The next day I go to the ENT. We plan on doing the surgery and while he steps out to answer a phone call I suddenly remember that I found a weird lump in my neck (now, before you jump down my throat about not having it checked I should tell you that I had several people check it whom may or may not had any medical experience and they all told me it was nothing.) So the Doc checks my lump, its in my thyroid and its large. Well, we just happen to have my thyroid levels drawn and surprise they are in my chart now!! Yippee! Seems my TSH level is high which means my thyroid is not working up to snuff. Its not horrible though. Just need to start a low dose of thyroid replacement and oh, by the way lets do an ultrasound of this lump and a biopsy and send you to an Endocrinologist.
Ok sum up. Ultrasound done, lump has taken over the entire left side of my thyroid. Biopsy done, no cancer found. Endocrinologist seen, the first thing she says to me after she finds out we have had fertility problems is "I would not be surprised if you were pregnant in the next 6 weeks." I smiled and said "whatever." We ultrasound the lump again and it is revolting from the needle biopsy by growing half a centimeter. Endocrinologist says we need to take it out because the bigger it gets the more of a chance of cancer. "But", she says "we can always wait until after you have the baby." Baby?!? what baby. I haven't gotten pregnant on my own in 3 1/2 years a little pill is not going to get me pregnant now.
We make the appointment for the surgery. July 14th. In the meantime, bump number 2. C's cycle starts 2 weeks early, while out of the state. Now we have to wait another month to start the surrogacy. Oh well, now I can just concentrate on losing half or maybe all my thyroid. Surgery comes and goes and all is well. A little sore, a lot tired. The results are in.... I have thyroid cancer. ooh sounds scary..... really not. It was a tiny little spot called a microcarcinoma, and it was in the center of the mass. So, this means I got to keep the right side of my thyroid and I don't have any followup treatments. The type of thyroid cancer I had was very slow growing and does not metastisize outside of the thyroid very easily. Surgery is curative!!!! YAY!!! Crisis averted, time to start replacement meds. Beginning of August I get my levels checked... Oh, so much worse. My right side is not picking up the slack so more meds. In the meantime, C starts another cycle and she can get started on the first round of meds which is just birth control.
Fast forward to August 31. I am out to dinner with Wayne. In two days is C's next appointment with my RE. That's when we bring out the big guns. We start heavy duty drugs and we pay for this all! I start feeling really crampy. Thinking my cycle is starting, I check, no go. hmmmm..... we go home. The cramps are so bad I need to lay down. I start thinking maybe I somehow got pregnant and now I am miscarrying again. I get up and grab a pregnancy test to just stop thinking about it. Before I can leave the bathroom BIG FAT POSITIVE!!!! Never had a test so dark in my life!!!! The cramps stop. No miscarriage. I call my Mom, then I call the surrogacy coordinator, then I call C. They are all ecstatic!! Now i am the one seeing my RE and getting blood work. Long story short. I got pregnant about a week from the time my endocrinologist told I would. As long as I keep my TSH within normal limits I may be able to keep this one!!
15 Weeks and 5 days. That's me! I'm 15 weeks and 5 days pregnant. I think this little one is a keeper! I get to be pregnant!! I get to feel my baby kick!!! I get to hold them in my arms sometime around May 8th, Mothers day. I get to shop at Babys R US for ME!! I cant put it into words how this feels. Its beyond me. The point of telling the entire story is that had we not hit bumps 1 and 2, C would be pregnant by the time we found out we were and we would be expecting two or three!! This is better. God knows that. So I'll just end there. This blog was supposed to be about our infertility journey and eventually about the surrogacy but it has all completely changed! now its about my pregnancy and, hopefully, soon about my first child. YAY lets go!!!
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
Hi ho hi ho its off to work I go.
So since not much is happening in our lives, I'll tell you about my job. I love my job! When I think about my job I get little tingles of happiness inside! I'm a nurse in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit. That's a mouthful, so we call it the NICU. We take care of newborns premature, term and late term and everything in-between. We see tiny little 450 gram 24 weekers. Now 450g in poundage weighs about...Well, There are 2.2 pounds in a kilogram. There are 1000 grams in a kilogram. So 1000 g in 2.2 lbs..... 450 g is SMALL!! And we see 15 lb late termers. We mostly see sick near term kids 34-41 weeks. People always say "I dont know how you do that?" but I'll let you in on a little secret: Most of our kids do just fine. We do get tiny little premies and sick term kids that have really hard roads ahead of them or some that never make that road. But, Luckily, a majority do very well.
Viability is something you hear a lot about in the NICU. Viability is at what point an infant can be saved. It doesnt mean the infant will do well, mind you. Viability is 23 weeks. That is VERY early. 17 weeks early, 4 months! Thats delivering at 6 months pregnant. Babys generally do not do well at that point. Their are so early their eyes are still fused, their lungs are under developed and the blood vessels in the brain are very delicate. Thats not to say that there have been miracles! I've seen them. Medicine advances every day. The best time to have a premature infant is after 30 weeks. At that point the blood vessels in their brains are generally much tougher. Though, they usually still require support, mostly respiratory wise. I love 32 weekers. They are little and skinny and they usually need a little respiratory support but they are mainly in the NICU to get big and learn to eat. Its amazing how much a week makes. They are amazing, these little beings. You watch them go from tiny and pink with see-through skin, their muscles are so weak they can't bring their arms to their chest but they will fight! And when they go home to be "real babies" not patients its wonderful!!
well, thats it in a nut shell. a very big nut shell.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Oh... One More Thing...
So I had someone tell me I shouldn't talk about our fertility problems on my blog. Our fertility problems are a HUGE part of our life. To leave it out would be to leave out something that has shaped the last 4 years of our marriage. So here it is... all the gory details... well, not that gory.....
There is distinct timeline to my career goals as a child.
1st grade: President
2ND grade: Archaeologist
3rd grade: Marine Biologist
4Th grade and 5 Th grade: Air Force Pilot (Mainly because my Grandmother told me that only men should be in the armed forces. Mind you, my Grandfather was a very handsome career Marine!)
6Th grade: back to archaeologist/ veterinarian
Junior High: Veterinarian/ Marine Biologist
High School: No career goals, just get me through this alive!!!!!
My career goals changed A LOT, the above is just the more common ones I hit upon. EVERYONE told me I should be a nurse like my Mom... I mean, EVERYONE!!! So, I did everything in my power to NOT be a nurse.... funny....ANYWAYS, The one common theme was a Mom. I wanted to be a Mom. Not a Wife, a Mom. When I was little I remember asking my Mom if it was legal to be a Mom and not be a wife. I don't remember what she said, but I'm pretty sure she was edging toward Nurse.
Now, I love being a wife. But I married Wayne only because he squeaked by the hiring requirements by the skin of his teeth!! No, seriously though, I really didn't want to get married when I was young. Luckily, I met the perfect man who changed my feelings.
After we got married, we decided to wait 6 months before we started trying. Two weeks after the wedding I felt strongly that we shouldn't wait. I don't know if it was my desire to have a family or Divine Intervention, had we waited we would never had moved to California and had the wonderful fertility group that we have now. Needless to say, we had problems from the get go. I should say, I had problems from the get go. We tried and tried and tried and tried and never even got a nibble of a pregnancy. We sought help in Utah but insurance didn't cover a blessed thing, so the help was limited. We were, originally, planning on moving to Oregon in July after we got married (we were planning on waiting on a baby until we were settled there). When the time came we thought it would be better to find a place where I could get a job that would cover fertility treatments and that place was Kaiser in Roseville, Ca.
Moving to Roseville was Divine Intervention. We were heading to Gilroy to visit my family anyways and had to drive right through it. At that time I was looking anywhere I could for a job in a Kaiser NICU, not just in Northern California. We spoke to a realtor and looked at a few houses. When we came upon our housing development I felt like I was home. We got the paperwork we needed and headed to Gilroy. On the way, I called the only Kaiser NICU, which at that time was located in Sacramento. They had ONE position open and, by the way, it will be posted the next day and, by the way, the entire unit was moving to Roseville in a year. Funny!!! We just found a house in Roseville!!! So, I got my application in and we put the condo in Utah up for sale. 2 years and 10 months later, I am happily working at the Kaiser Roseville NICU just 15 minutes from my cute little house... in Roseville. Have I mentioned, I love Roseville?
Kaiser covers 100% of infertility up to but not including Invitrofertilization (IVF). Which was fabulous!!!!! until we found out we needed IVF. We did everything we needed to do, had all the tests run. Other than one small problem that has nothing to do with my infertility and was quickly corrected with a small surgery, we were perfect. So why were we not getting pregnant.
We started out with Clomid, a lovely little follicle inducing drug that also induces mild psychosis I lovingly call The Clomid Crazies!! Luckily and Sadly, that didn't work. So, we tried a combination of Clomid and Menopur, a major follicle stimulating hormone that does not make you crazy but does produce families such as John and Kate plus 8. That just produced two lovely ovarian cysts I, lovingly, call Tweedledee and Tweedledum. So then we went to straight Menopur and artificial insemination, because, dang it!, if your going to take nature out of the equation you might as well take her ALL the way out!! Two weeks later I thought that I was starting the lovely womanly experience we refer to as Aunt Flo. But, something was different. I went to get a pregnancy test, because the first thing the Fertility clinic will want to do is a pregnancy test. And my SHOCK when there were TWO lines!! I was pregnant.... actually pregnant...
I happily called the clinic and my mother and anyone else that would listen. The clinic set up a test for an HCG level. HCG is a measure of dividing tissue. A pregnancy will give you a number above 50, a healthy pregnancy will result in a number that doubles every 48 hours. My first level was 96... Yippee!!! my second level was 105.... not so Yippee.... It was not a healthy pregnancy, it was most likely ectopic. But, regardless, it was a pregnancy and I had never had one of those before. Amidst the heartache there was that happiness. The good news, we had found it early enough to save my tubes. The next 5 months were filled with increasing the menopur and no pregnancies. I finally had a Nurse Practitioner look me straight in the eye and tell me, "we could keep doing this and keep getting the same results or you could do IVF and get pregnant." That was it, our next step was IVF.
We or I started meds in August. The meds pretty much completely stop your cycle and then start it again but in a very controlled state. Then they shoot you full of follicle stimulating drugs to stimulate lots and lots of follicles. Each follicle has a little egg as long as it is mature enough, which pretty much means big enough. Your ovaries get HUGE with multiple large follicles. Well, its supposed to. I'm considered a "poor responder", it takes ALOT of stimulator to get me to do anything! Then they stick a very large needle.... ok thats gory details.
Suffice it to say: We made 6 little embryos. 6 beautiful little, perfect embryos. And to not relive the next 8 months after: We transferred 2 and I got pregnant but miscarried at 9 weeks. the following March we transferred two more and I got pregnant but miscarried at 6 weeks. We have 2 little embryos left and they are currently living in deep freeze at the fertility center. We are getting things a little straightened out before we proceed with the final two. I'll let you know what we do.
There is distinct timeline to my career goals as a child.
1st grade: President
2ND grade: Archaeologist
3rd grade: Marine Biologist
4Th grade and 5 Th grade: Air Force Pilot (Mainly because my Grandmother told me that only men should be in the armed forces. Mind you, my Grandfather was a very handsome career Marine!)
6Th grade: back to archaeologist/ veterinarian
Junior High: Veterinarian/ Marine Biologist
High School: No career goals, just get me through this alive!!!!!
My career goals changed A LOT, the above is just the more common ones I hit upon. EVERYONE told me I should be a nurse like my Mom... I mean, EVERYONE!!! So, I did everything in my power to NOT be a nurse.... funny....ANYWAYS, The one common theme was a Mom. I wanted to be a Mom. Not a Wife, a Mom. When I was little I remember asking my Mom if it was legal to be a Mom and not be a wife. I don't remember what she said, but I'm pretty sure she was edging toward Nurse.
Now, I love being a wife. But I married Wayne only because he squeaked by the hiring requirements by the skin of his teeth!! No, seriously though, I really didn't want to get married when I was young. Luckily, I met the perfect man who changed my feelings.
After we got married, we decided to wait 6 months before we started trying. Two weeks after the wedding I felt strongly that we shouldn't wait. I don't know if it was my desire to have a family or Divine Intervention, had we waited we would never had moved to California and had the wonderful fertility group that we have now. Needless to say, we had problems from the get go. I should say, I had problems from the get go. We tried and tried and tried and tried and never even got a nibble of a pregnancy. We sought help in Utah but insurance didn't cover a blessed thing, so the help was limited. We were, originally, planning on moving to Oregon in July after we got married (we were planning on waiting on a baby until we were settled there). When the time came we thought it would be better to find a place where I could get a job that would cover fertility treatments and that place was Kaiser in Roseville, Ca.
Moving to Roseville was Divine Intervention. We were heading to Gilroy to visit my family anyways and had to drive right through it. At that time I was looking anywhere I could for a job in a Kaiser NICU, not just in Northern California. We spoke to a realtor and looked at a few houses. When we came upon our housing development I felt like I was home. We got the paperwork we needed and headed to Gilroy. On the way, I called the only Kaiser NICU, which at that time was located in Sacramento. They had ONE position open and, by the way, it will be posted the next day and, by the way, the entire unit was moving to Roseville in a year. Funny!!! We just found a house in Roseville!!! So, I got my application in and we put the condo in Utah up for sale. 2 years and 10 months later, I am happily working at the Kaiser Roseville NICU just 15 minutes from my cute little house... in Roseville. Have I mentioned, I love Roseville?
Kaiser covers 100% of infertility up to but not including Invitrofertilization (IVF). Which was fabulous!!!!! until we found out we needed IVF. We did everything we needed to do, had all the tests run. Other than one small problem that has nothing to do with my infertility and was quickly corrected with a small surgery, we were perfect. So why were we not getting pregnant.
We started out with Clomid, a lovely little follicle inducing drug that also induces mild psychosis I lovingly call The Clomid Crazies!! Luckily and Sadly, that didn't work. So, we tried a combination of Clomid and Menopur, a major follicle stimulating hormone that does not make you crazy but does produce families such as John and Kate plus 8. That just produced two lovely ovarian cysts I, lovingly, call Tweedledee and Tweedledum. So then we went to straight Menopur and artificial insemination, because, dang it!, if your going to take nature out of the equation you might as well take her ALL the way out!! Two weeks later I thought that I was starting the lovely womanly experience we refer to as Aunt Flo. But, something was different. I went to get a pregnancy test, because the first thing the Fertility clinic will want to do is a pregnancy test. And my SHOCK when there were TWO lines!! I was pregnant.... actually pregnant...
I happily called the clinic and my mother and anyone else that would listen. The clinic set up a test for an HCG level. HCG is a measure of dividing tissue. A pregnancy will give you a number above 50, a healthy pregnancy will result in a number that doubles every 48 hours. My first level was 96... Yippee!!! my second level was 105.... not so Yippee.... It was not a healthy pregnancy, it was most likely ectopic. But, regardless, it was a pregnancy and I had never had one of those before. Amidst the heartache there was that happiness. The good news, we had found it early enough to save my tubes. The next 5 months were filled with increasing the menopur and no pregnancies. I finally had a Nurse Practitioner look me straight in the eye and tell me, "we could keep doing this and keep getting the same results or you could do IVF and get pregnant." That was it, our next step was IVF.
We or I started meds in August. The meds pretty much completely stop your cycle and then start it again but in a very controlled state. Then they shoot you full of follicle stimulating drugs to stimulate lots and lots of follicles. Each follicle has a little egg as long as it is mature enough, which pretty much means big enough. Your ovaries get HUGE with multiple large follicles. Well, its supposed to. I'm considered a "poor responder", it takes ALOT of stimulator to get me to do anything! Then they stick a very large needle.... ok thats gory details.
Suffice it to say: We made 6 little embryos. 6 beautiful little, perfect embryos. And to not relive the next 8 months after: We transferred 2 and I got pregnant but miscarried at 9 weeks. the following March we transferred two more and I got pregnant but miscarried at 6 weeks. We have 2 little embryos left and they are currently living in deep freeze at the fertility center. We are getting things a little straightened out before we proceed with the final two. I'll let you know what we do.
So, I've decided to give this one more go. I'm going to stick to the things that are happening in our lives, and just anything I want to talk about.
Lets start out with THE BUDDS.... We are Wayne and Amy. We were married November 18Th, 2006. We met, courtesy of Heather, on a blind date on November 11Th, 2005. It was a very wet night, I started out late and then got lost on my way to Heathers house for dinner. Needless to say, I was 45 minutes late. Heather opened the door, I walked in, took off my soaking shoes and looked into the kitchen at this cute, very nervous boy. My first thought was, he is way too cute to ever like me. Lucky for me, I was wrong. The funny thing is Heather knew me but didn't know Wayne and Heathers (now ex :<) husband knew Wayne's Aunt, who didn't know me. Long story short, if either knew the other they would never have put us together. But, as they say, opposites attract. Wayne is a good ole Utah boy, he works hard, doesn't especially love music, rides his 4-wheeler and snowmobile, doesn't care much about art or books and loves his dog. I am a California girl at heart, I LOVE music, not so big on 4-wheeling and didn't know much about snowmobiling, I love art, could spend an entire day on my couch with a good book and I love my cats. But, we worked. He endures my music, I ride his snowmobile, we have 2 dogs and an undisclosed number of cats. The most important thing is Wayne is the kindest, gentlest, sweetest man I have ever known. Oh! He's very patient too.... He's married to me!
Lets start out with THE BUDDS.... We are Wayne and Amy. We were married November 18Th, 2006. We met, courtesy of Heather, on a blind date on November 11Th, 2005. It was a very wet night, I started out late and then got lost on my way to Heathers house for dinner. Needless to say, I was 45 minutes late. Heather opened the door, I walked in, took off my soaking shoes and looked into the kitchen at this cute, very nervous boy. My first thought was, he is way too cute to ever like me. Lucky for me, I was wrong. The funny thing is Heather knew me but didn't know Wayne and Heathers (now ex :<) husband knew Wayne's Aunt, who didn't know me. Long story short, if either knew the other they would never have put us together. But, as they say, opposites attract. Wayne is a good ole Utah boy, he works hard, doesn't especially love music, rides his 4-wheeler and snowmobile, doesn't care much about art or books and loves his dog. I am a California girl at heart, I LOVE music, not so big on 4-wheeling and didn't know much about snowmobiling, I love art, could spend an entire day on my couch with a good book and I love my cats. But, we worked. He endures my music, I ride his snowmobile, we have 2 dogs and an undisclosed number of cats. The most important thing is Wayne is the kindest, gentlest, sweetest man I have ever known. Oh! He's very patient too.... He's married to me!
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