.... memories.

As the boy and I approach our 1 year wedding anniversary, I can't help but stop and think of all the things we've been through since we met in August 2004.

He's stood by my side through so many things. It's amazing to think of all the things we've been through, and to think of all the things we'll tackle together.

We started talking because I was moving. I was out celebrating my last night of work, and that's the night we started to talk. We met through a mutual friend who humiliated me. I thought that he told him I thought he was hot... and he didn't they were talking about Baseball or something... but I ran over and asked him what Bruce told him... about me thinking he was hot. He said nothing, but thanks. Ha. Humiliated he told me to sit down, and we started talking. I NEVER would have thought that after that formal introduction we'd be married all these years later.

So... We met in August 2004, and started officially dating and became a "couple" on October 11th 2004. It was never a will you go out with me sorta thing. We were laying down watching TV and the conversation came up about "what you you tell someone I am to you if they asked". I said boyfriend, he said girlfriend and then it was settled.

I got my job back, because I decided not to move. (my mom's house was being built in Florida, and the hurricanes stopped the work.) I ended up staying here and forging an amazing relationship in Boston instead.

We were pretty inseparable for the first year. Seriously. If we weren't working, we were together. The first Friday in February 2005 I needed an emergency appendectomy and he stayed by my side at the hospital until I TOLD him to leave because I was being transferred to another hospital for surgery. I called him before I went into surgery (it was after midnight. I got to the 1st hospital at 4pm... and I was transferred to another hospital around 11pm. He stayed there the whole time trying to comfort me.) I was released from the hospital the next day... which was a BIG deal because the following day, Sunday, was Super Bowl Sunday, and it was MANDATORY I be home to watch it with him! He helped me get around the house after surgery, even walking me to the bathroom and waiting outside the door because I couldn't move right. I realized at that moment that I really couldn't let him go.

We moved in together in June 2005. We got a 1 bedroom Condo/apartment in Revere. It was small, but it was ours. It was our 1st REAL apartment, for both of us, that we weren't sharing with other people. It was amazing to know we were coming home to one another. Everything was pretty awesome.

In August 2005 I had an abnormal papsmear, and ended up having to have precancerous cervical cells removed in September 2005. I was pretty fragile during this time, because, well, any thing that revolves around the word CANCER is terrifying! Again, the Boy took care of me and made sure I was comfortable and had everything I needed. The surgery was a success and now almost 4 years later my cervix is doing fantastic!
The doctor let me know that I had to wait at least 18 months post surgery before we should get pregnant, pending upcoming papsmears. (every 3 months for the 1st year, every 6 months for the following 2 years, then back to yearly after)

In early 2006 the doctors found a small lump in my breast and I had to have an ultrasound done. Again, while I freaked out, the Boy sat tight by my side letting me know everything would be ok, that he'd be here no matter what, and that he would care for me regardless of what life threw at me.
The lump turned out to be a fatty deposit. Shocking. :) I've always been a bit fatty.

By the summer of 2006 we'd decided that we wanted to have a family, and we wanted to casually start trying... since the doctor said it was ok. I came off birth control and we kept our fingers crossed. From July 2006 until January 2008 we tried, and tried and tried... to no avail.

in the middle of this, My IBS was diagnosed... evil, evil, evil.

We got engaged August 26th, 2007. Even with all my medical issues, he STILL wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. I was amazed. We set the wedding for 3/21/09 initially. Then, with all the medical stuff, and knowing I'd probably be having brain surgery in the beginning of the year, I wouldn't be healed enough to enjoy the wedding. We moved it up by 9 months. To June 21st 2008, the 1st day of summer. It was the BEST decision I've ever made, and it was the most gorgeous wedding.

Things went along pretty uneventfully. No babies,... and continued pain all over my body. Mainly my head.

Then I had the IUD put in. January 2008. 18 months of trying to make a little baby... and nothing. Eh. We got over it. He told me it would happen when it was right.

He stayed by my side and supported me with ALLL The Chiari Malformation stuff... and the headaches, and the Fibromyalgia, and the IBS.... and the not getting pregnant the 1st time around. He's so incredibly caring and compassionate. It's amazing. I've never known anyone like him before.

Which brings us to present.

Surgery is over... and now we're moving on.
The IUD is now out.... Since March 2009, and we're working on our 3rd cycle of trying to conceive. He gets just as antsy as I do in the 2week wait before you can test... he is just as curious about my OPK's (Ovulation predictor tests) and if I'm fertile, and through all my talk about it, he's even learned a bit about reading my Fertility Chart. I'm sure these are things he NEVER cared to know, and probably wishes he could forget, but he smiles the whole way through.

Hopefully my healing will continue, and we'll make lots of babies soon.

It's just amazing to me that someone would stand by through all this.
Appendectomy
precancerous cell removal
Brief Hospitalization from IBS
Brain Surgery
and me just being evil from IBS, Chiari and Fibromyalgia.


I don't know what he sees when he looks at me, but it must be pretty amazing through his eyes. I don't know if I'd be strong enough to stand by someone through all this. It was hard enough for me to go through all this, but to watch from the sidelines and not be able to do anything to fix what's wrong.

I'm incredibly luck and fortunate.

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