Tardiness will NOT be Tolerated

My period was 5 days late this month. My period is never late. By the second day of its tardiness I was in panic mode, which only increased by day 5.

**Disclaimer** 
I am very aware of the REAL struggle and heartache that many people face with infertility.  I know that I am blessed to have not shared in that struggle, and my heart goes out to those who do, please know this post might seem a little insensitive to the subject.. but my intentions are just to share MY experience and MY life, not to step on anyone else's.

My husband and I are blessed to be a very fertile couple.  My daughter was surprisingly conceived when I was just 21, and had just forgone using contraceptive just one time.   I got pregnant again at 25..using a condom... but that pregnancy ended in an early mis-carriage.  When, at 26 I decided to "try" for another baby, we tried once, then I decided I wasn't ready, so we stopped trying, a few weeks later I found out that one attempt was successful after all.

Because of these experiences, I have become beyond paranoid when it comes to pregnancy.  I should have bought stock in pregnancy tests, because I am sure I've spent hundreds and hundreds on EPT over the years.   This time, I did not run to the drug store,  because two years ago my husband had a vasectomy, (you can read about the funny experience HERE.)   However, he never went back to have a sample checked.  So in my paranoid mind, I became more and more certain, that he maybe had an extra vas deferens, or maybe it grew back.

 

My mind filled with the thoughts of starting all over with another baby.  My daughter would be 10 years older.  My son would be entering all day kindergarten... and the idea of starting completely back to baby again, horrified me.   I've been a Stay at Home Mom for 9 years now, and its been great don't get me wrong,  I am blessed to have had the opportunity to be with my kids,  but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a bit excited at the prospect of venturing out to the grown up world more. Oh, and I just knew that my already small bit of social life would be over for sure, it's hard enough to find a sitter for my kids who are old enough to basically take care of themselves, and just need a small amount of supervision... but I believe it would be next to impossible to ever go on a date again if I threw an infant into the baby-sitting mix,

Also, I am terrible at being pregnant.  I get REALLY, REALLY, REALLY big.  I get REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, sick... throughout the whole 9 months.  And then a the end I would have to have a C-Section.  I remember the last time on the surgery table, swearing to my husband that I'd "NEVER DO THIS AGAIN!"  
 

Me, Preggers.... as you can see, I'm not one of the "cute" ones.

Finally, my period came... and I rejoiced... really rejoiced... then I went crazy with the overwhelming feeling of relief.. and went and made a BIG, rash, un-thought-out decision... more on that tomorrow.

Sunday Funday

My husband and I have had this conversation before.

 He is a fan of facial hair, I am not.

Take Me back Tuesday-- D+G=Luv

I met  Geoff Lundy the first week in September in 1999.  It was the first night of  my college freshman year.  I had previously picked his picture out of the 1998-1999 Central Christian College year book, as potential boyfriend material (he is a year older than me.)  So when he was the resident assistant assigned to lead my small group on a tour of the campus I knew that we were destined to meet. 

I was wearing a baby blue smokey the bear t-shirt with brown cordoroy pants and blue Sketchers.  My short punky hair was half pulled back with a little blue bow. I looked pretty darn cute, and I knew it, so I flirted with the handsome tall blond boy from southern California.  I remember the first thing I asked him was "Whose your favorite band?" --That was always a sure-fire convo starter with most guys, in my experience

We became good friends, and spent a lot of time together.  Soon the small 300 student campus began talking about "us."   It was October 18, 1999 and I was sitting on the bleachers near my dorm, Geoff met me there and wanted to talk.  This was our conversation:

Geoff:  So  a lot of people have been asking me, "what's up with you and Devyn?"
Me:  Yeah, they've been asking me the same thing
Geoff:   So what have you been telling them?
Me:  That we have fun together, and we're pretty good friends
Geoff:  Well, I guess you can tell them that we are boyfriend and girlfriend if you want to
Me:  Oh, OK!
Geoff:  So how does this change things?
Me:  Um, I guess we can hold hands now!

Geoff and I in 1999

I always laugh when I think about the day we became a couple.  We were so awkward and innocent.  Now that we've been married for almost 12 years, its funny how I can still remember that day like it was a second ago.   We still are really good friends and have a lot of fun together, and we hold hands!

Mr. and Mrs Lundy  June 2012

Snip Snip

Originally written 5/6/2010

Last Wednesday, my husband and I turned the last page of a chapter in our marriage. Geoff visited the urologist and had the surgery that many men have had before him, and that closed the door on the baby making season of our relationship.
As my husband dropped his drawers and sit on the examination table with a thin papery blue sheet awkwardly covering his shaved man parts, I fell in love with him all over again. As we waited for the doctor to step in I thought about what a sacrifice Geoff was making for me. I am sure he was nervous and I knew there would be pain afterward, but he was there looped up on valium with smile on his face more than willing to undergo a scalpel slicing into his family jewels.
It also dawned on me that my husband getting a vasectomy is a milestone in our relationship… like buying a new house. It is something we knew he would do one day.. and now its done. It seems so final, and I can’t believe we are already at this point. We have been married for almost 10 years, but it really does seem like a moment ago, that I met him for the very first time, wearing my smokey the bear tee shirt and asking him who his favorite band was. It is mind boggling how fast life moves!
Geoff and I have two amazing children that we adore, but we decided they were enough for us. I affectionately refer to them as Sassy Shaylee and Wild Will. They both have enormous personalities that require a lot of attention and energy. I would often worry that adding a third Lundy lad or lass would send me to crazy-frazzled-overwhelmed-mommy-land. I am so thankful that now I don’t have to worry and I can relax and focus on our family of four. No more trips to the pharmacy to purchase overpriced pregnancy tests when mother nature decides to give me my monthly “gift” three days late.
I am a lucky woman to have the family that I have. I am excited to see what happens in the next chapter of our family story.

Mom's night off

Originally written on 2/24/2010

I was only 19 years old when I wed my sweet hunky husband. I was so infatuated with him– all I thought about was him, all I talked about was him, all of my free time was spent with him. I started hanging out less with girl friends after becoming a MRS. Mostly because I couldn’t stand to be apart from my beloved for any unnecessary second, (the 3 hours of class and 5 hours of work were all I could handle;) and partly because my friends were afraid to call or stop by our place in fear of interrupting us “consummating” our newly married relationship. (I was a virgin bride, and he was a virgin groom—-we enjoyed consummating often!)

Years in our marriage went by. Many things changed, like becoming parents. Infatuation faded but love grew, we got older and matured. About a year ago, (year 9 of our marriage) I realized that if I didn’t get out of the house with out my kids and even without my husband every once in a while my head was going to pop off with a geyser of steamy water gushing out of it . Over the years, my identity became “the wife of Geoff,” and “the mom of Shaylee and Will.” I had lost DEVYN. I had lost the girl that my husband had fallen in love with in the first place. I wanted her back.

Now, this is not the sole step I took to unearth my true self from piles and piles of bills, dirty diapers, job losses, negative people.. and all the other things in adult life that tend to blow out our little sparks. But, I do think it was a significant step. It was simple… I had to get out with a good GIRL friend again… if only for a few hours every week. I started a weekly ritual of having a simple girls’night– sometimes just going for coffee or shopping, nothing extravagant–. My “night off” is what it became. Looking forward to my night off, helped me keep calm and my emotions stable for the other 6 nights a week. Spending time away from my family as a whole, even made me love them more, missing people really makes you appreciate them! My relationships with friends grew as well, we all need friends. There were years when Geoff and I’s only friends were each other (not so healthy for a marriage.)

I feel like today, I am the happiest I have ever been. I am more in Love with my Husband (and he with me) than I have ever been. I am more in love with my family and life in general. And I am more in Love with ME. We mom’s really need to remember that WE are important. We need time off to be who we are. Our husband’s want those girls they fell in love with, and our kids need a mom who isn’t seconds away from mommy meltdown. I encourage you all to take a night off once a week, reconnect with yourself and with your girls! And if, by chance, you are a husband reading this– give your lady a night off– you will be glad you did!