The home stretch!

Three weeks. Ryan's got three more weeks.

He came out of his 4th exam with a 94%. Highest score in the class. I am so incredibly proud of him! He's got one more big exam, and he's not used his remedial. I believe he is the only student that has not used the remedial.

Today and tomorrow they are doing some in-field training. Survival training, I suppose. Ryan's having a blast!

 They've got 19 people left out of 24. 3 weeks to go and he sure is ready to come home. But he can't help himself, this is pure guy stuff they're doing....

Personally, I'm ready for him to be home. It's been tough these last few weeks.

Fiona.... we're working on potty training. And it's going splendidly.... (note the sarcasm!) She's as off put by Ryan being away as she was from us moving!

School has begun again for me. Sophomore level status now. It's nice to be working on my degree again. It's distracting. I'm looking forward to more!

I'm beginning to gather that no one reads this. That doesn't matter to me, because this is very soothing, to get my thoughts out. Perhaps in the future, we'll have some readers... 

For now, blessings to everyone.

Life, Loss, Frustration

This will be a short one. I can't say much, because I really just don't know the answers myself.

This was the 5th and 6th miscarriage since we had Fiona in July 2008. It came by surprise. Surprise that we were pregnant. Then guessing we were 10 weeks 6 days along on Wednesday, September 15th. And we were. We were also 6 weeks and 3 days along and didn't know it. I hear this can happen, rarely, but it does happen.

Tuesday September 14th, we began our miscarriage journey. Wednesday we completed this journey. So we thought. Ryan was 2 hours away and I wouldn't see him til the weekend. I'm thankful his mother was here to keep Fiona while I was in and out of the hospital that week.

Friday September 17th, I went into the OB, and left with some shocking hope. We were still pregnant. 6 weeks and 3 days pregnant. What a shock.

It was a short lived hope. By that night, I was back in the hospital ER in Alamogordo, miscarrying our second pregnancy of the week. At the end of a long night, Ryan helped me to the car after a DNC. This is the surgery where the doctor assists in completing the miscarriage. I spent the next week in slight pain, nothing compared to the pain I felt from the 14th to the 18th.

I don't know what God has in store for my family, but I know it must be grand. He holds such a mansion of babies waiting for Ryan and I! In the next few weeks, we're hoping to have some more answers as we finally get referred to a high risk OB. Thanks to those who read this, and to all our friends and family for standing beside us through this sorrow.

We'll be back on our feet soon...