Shimmy Mama

Tales from my charmed life as a wife, mother of two, and belly dancer.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

What's Your Dream?

I just love the line from the movie Pretty Woman - "Welcome to Hollywood, what's your dream?"

So, as I watch my children grow, I began to wonder what will their dreams be? Zachary has recently become interested in golf. Will he dream of being Tiger Woods? Right now he does. Will he dream of sailing around the world like his Daddy? And Evan, what will he dream of?

I was always a dreamer as a child. I had lots of "dreams." I wanted to become a ballerina. I wanted to open a flower shop in Paris and wear little black skirts every day to work. I wanted to be a Supreme Court Judge.

I didn't always follow through with my dreams. I somehow managed to be a ballerina, briefly, but I never did move to Paris. I didn't go to law school (which is a good thing, since I now realize law and politics aren't for me). I do, however, have lots of little black skirts. I did wear them last time I went to Paris!

My last great dream started a couple of years ago. I began my Pilates teacher training and decided I wanted to open my own Pilates, Yoga, and Bellydance Studio. I was thinking I'd have it up and running as Zachary started Kindergarten. I wanted to do something that this region hasn't seen. I wanted lots of Pilates machines - 5 Reformers, 5 Cadillacs, 5 chairs, tower units, Bosu balls, the works. I was earnestly looking for real estate when I got pregnant with Evan. Although I was overjoyed at the news of having another baby, I was a little disappointed that my dreams had to be put on hold. In retrospect, Evan likely saved us a lot of financial trouble. The equipment I needed to open my studio would have cost around $40,000, plus the cost of a lease and build out. I seriously doubt my little studio (with a 40K SBL) would have prevailed during these difficult financial times. Sometimes things really do work out for the best!

But now Evan's first birthday is rapidly approaching, and I'm entertaining my old dream once again. Ryan, the proven businessman in the family, has said all along I need to build a client base before I launch into something so . . . expensive. So with reality setting in I'm adjusting my dream. I don't want to work all the time. I truly want to just dabble, but dabble with professionalism and integrity. I have to balance my work with my family. Is this possible? It's my dream!


On a related note, I'm taking up golf. I think it will help me teach Pilates to golfers. It's in the 2 year plan. Plus golf opens up a whole new possibility for wardrobe and shoes. Now that's something to dream about!

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Out of the mouths of babes . . .

It's Zachary's birthday. He's partied out. We've milked this birthday thing now for 5 days now. I remember so clearly the first day of his life, and the first night. It's easy to remember because he cried the whole night and didn't sleep at all. I'll never forget that!


In honor of his birthday, I thought I would write some of the funniest things he's said in his short life.


*To a very large woman at Publix, while I was pregnant: "Do you have a baby in your belly too?" When she replied no, he said "It just looks like you do."


*When I told him his piano teacher is not Ms. C (her first name) but Dr. W (her last name) he looked at me, confused. I told him she was a doctor of piano. "Is her piano sick?"


*After reading a billboard that said Injured? Call a lawyer! "Does a lawyer help the doctor when you're sick?"


*To Grandpa: "Where is your hair? Did you leave it at home?"


*In Key West, after passing a heavily tattooed man: "Why did he write all over his arms and legs?"


Ah, good memories, all of them. Happy Birthday, my son. I'm so glad there is no more cake to eat!

Monday, June 22, 2009

Birthday Party, Part I

Zachary's big birthday party was Saturday. I've been working my ass off for weeks getting ready for this event. I've done this every year for his birthday, even last year when I was a month away from giving birth to Evan. Here I am last year, 400 months pregnant.



Last year I sent out 20 invitations and only 6 kids made it. It's just hard to get the kids together after school gets out. So this year I cast a wider net, sending out 26 invitations, hoping for a better turnout. I always put RSVP on the invites, but usually not many people respond. This year, by Friday I'd only had 3 people call. I was ticked. I couldn't believe some of my close friends hadn't even bothered to call to tell me if they were coming. Saturday afternoon I happened to look at this year's invitation and realized it said "Regrets Only". Holy cow, I'd only had 3 regrets! This year's theme was Madagascar 2.




Lots of kids showed up, lots of adults showed up. I don't think I sat down the entire party.





I ordered these inflatable animals and beach balls for party favors. My sister in law Denise helped decorate with the animals. They were a huge hit.




The last kid got the last piece of cake!

The biggest hit, however, was the water slide. It was a stretch to bring a water slide to a Madagascar theme, but the kids loved sliding down the "Congo."







I wish I had more pictures with ALL the kids here. We had 27 kids and 22 adults show up. Everyone was fed, we just didn't have any leftovers. Many kids cried when they had to go home. I went to bed so exhausted I was in pain. Earlier in the day I wondered if this would be worth all the effort. Oh yeah, I think it was!


More birthday celebrations to come. My father and step mother are coming for a visit Tuesday, we'll celebrate with them, and Zachary's actual birthday is Wednesday.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Golf Boys

My kids are golf obsessed. It's all Ryan's fault, since I don't know the difference between an iron and a pitching wedge. Ok, actually I know a pitching wedge has a "P" marked on it, but that's about my expertise on golf. I suppose this is a natural occurrence, being that we live on a golf course.

The U.S. Open started today. To me that means Flushing Meadows in September and hopefully a Nadal vs. Federer final. I had no idea that the U.S. Open Golf Tournament was so important, but apparently it is. They interrupted the Today Show to show Tiger Woods tee off at 8:06 a.m.

One of Zachary's favorite activities is watching golf with Daddy. They start on a Thursday afternoon and will watch a little of the tournament while Evan sleeps. On Monday through Wednesday there is no golf on television, and this greatly distresses Zachary. Zachary likes to hear the names of the golfers, then learns to read their names.

When not watching golf on TV, Zachary takes his clubs and bats the ball around in the yard. Ryan took him to the driving range and putting green across the street on Monday for the first time. He loved his informal golf lesson. He asked me last night at bedtime why we don't have a putting green in our yard. Good grief. Don't ask Daddy, he'll put one in just for you!

Evan has also joined this obsession. He loves to carry around the errant golf ball, and when lucky enough to stumble upon two of them he likes to bang them together and just laugh. He cracks me up how he can entertain himself that way. The other day Evan was clutching his ball so tightly that I forgot to pry it from his hands before his nap. When he woke up he would bang it on his crib and laugh hysterically. I love it.

Meanwhile, I'm preparing for the party of the month: Zachary's 5th birthday. I cleaned the screened porch yesterday, sweeping dirt, trimming dead leaves from plants, and planting new ones. It looks great. We'll have the food on the porch in an attempt to keep the bugs away. The water slide should arrive sometime tomorrow afternoon and will stay the entire weekend. The party is Saturday afternoon at 3:30. There's more to do so I better get back to work. I'll rest and watch TV next week. Wimbledon starts Monday!

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Zachary's Birth Story


Since Zachary’s birthday is one week away, I thought I would document his birth story.

I got pregnant in October 2003 at my second full cycle at SIRM. My first one in March had gone so well, we were shocked (even Dr. Sher) that it didn’t work. This cycle seemed doomed from the start. I didn’t produce many follicles, and one was measuring too large to stim one more day like Dr. Sher wanted me to. I met Michele (our first time face to face) at the office after finding out this information. She, being a veteran of IVF herself, was fully aware of how bleak my situation appeared. I had to pull myself together, and with Michele’s and my mother’s help I did. We had a great time chatting during lunch. In retrospect I know Michele must have been so uncomfortably pregnant, but she never gave the slightest indication.

When Dr. Sher came in to do the embryo transfer, he sweetly patted my head and said “We’re sending all kinds of prayers up for you tonight.” I was touched with his fatherly kindness. The embryologist came in for his consult and gently told me not to get my hopes up too much. Ryan and I left LV trying to be optimistic, but I had the blues. 2 weeks later I couldn’t take the wait or the dismal stress – I just wanted a Dr. Pepper. But, still holding out the tiniest hope, I didn’t want to consume any caffeine until I was sure I wasn’t pregnant. So I took a home pregnancy test, certain it would be negative and then I could just move on. I could not believe it when I saw the two lines indicating I was, in fact, pregnant. I fell to the floor in tears and shock, but I was elated. I immediately banished all thoughts of a syrupy, nasty soda! I was pregnant!

Since I had already been down this path once with my chemical pregnancy from the June cycle, I knew we still had a long road ahead of us. I waited to tell friends and family until after we saw a heartbeat at 7 weeks. Since I was pregnant through IVF, I could go back every week for an ultrasound to monitor the baby. I still have all those ultrasound photos. When I was 12 weeks we moved here to my dream house and I found a new OB.

After clearing the 1st trimester I was considered a normal pregnancy so I was put on the “normal” schedule of monthly visits. I was interested in natural childbirth using a labor doula, so I mentioned it to my OB. Dr. Ingram said he had no problem with me using a doula, and even recommended one he knew. I loved Dr. Ingram, he was wonderful every step of the way, and the doula he recommended, Kathy, became an integral part of both of my pregnancies.

As my pregnancy progressed, Ryan and I met with Kathy on a regular basis. I passed my glucose tolerance test with flying colors, my blood pressure was excellent, and I began to relax a little. I ate my way through my 2nd and 3rd trimesters, gaining a whopping 70 lbs. I took prenatal yoga twice a week and began belly dancing. It was heavenly. I had my fabulous new house, was making new friends, and Ryan and I were finally going to have a family. I was on the computer hourly updating and getting updates from my SIRM friends.

On Tuesday night, June 22, 2004 I began having what I thought were labor contractions. They came every 15 minutes or so all night. I quietly sat in my bed all night smiling and breathing through the contractions, they weren’t that intense. I thought that was the beginning. I called Kathy the next morning and she gave me the bad news – that was not labor! Wednesday was my due date, I knew it was going to happen soon. I was tired from not getting much sleep the night before, but I made myself get up and out. I knew my days of “freedom” would soon be over.

I went to yoga, then stopped by the grocery store to pick up something to cook for dinner. As I was pushing my grocery cart to the car I felt a strong contraction, it was 5:15 p.m. Whoa! Kathy had told me that a real contraction wouldn’t stop when I changed positions like a Braxton-Hix contraction does. This one didn’t stop. I went home feeling a little giddy. When I got home I went upstairs to rest in my bed and the contractions kept coming. This was getting exciting! I labored alone for a while, then called Ryan. He was playing golf and I was hoping he would be home soon. When he answered I told him he might want to come on home. I swear within 60 seconds he was home! This was around 6:30 p.m.

Ryan helped me relax between contractions, and timed them to the second for me. It was so cute how attentive and nervous he was. At some point we turned on the TV for distraction, and watched “Good Will Hunting” between contractions. Around 8:30 we called Kathy, she arrived just after 9:00. We labored at home for a while and headed to the hospital around 11:00 p.m. The nurses put me on a monitor to see if my labor was progressing, and snidely remarked I was only 1 cm dilated. Kathy looked at me and remarked how wonderful that my body was working so hard that I was already 1 cm! Her attitude helped me relax and just allow labor to progress. Through the night my labor progressed steadily. Ryan snoozed while he could, but Kathy was right at my bedside the whole night. At some point my water broke and things started happening a little faster. About 3:30 a.m. I felt the urge to push. I pushed hard, I did not want the baby to get stuck in the birth canal. I had come this whole time without an epidural and I didn’t want anything to go wrong now. At 4:15 a.m. I pushed so hard that Zachary literally popped out. There was a moment of stunned silence, then everyone jumped into action.
Zachary Ryan was born June 24, 2004 at 4:15 a.m. He was 6 lbs 5 oz and 20 ½ inches long. He was perfect and beautiful.

I can’t believe it’s been almost 5 years. What a joy and blessing he has been.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Happy Anniversary, SIRM Girls

Today is a special anniversary of sorts. 6 years ago I met some of the most remarkable women I’ve ever known. We originally called ourselves the June 16 Cycle Gals. Most of us were scheduled for an IVF cycle at Sher Institute of Reproductive Medicine (SIRM) in Las Vegas. 6 years later we are still in touch. Our group is now Margie, Linda, Leslie, Cindy, Ines, Michele, Helene, and Sandra. All of us had extreme difficulty getting pregnant. All of us are mothers today, in fact, collectively we have 21 children! Not too shabby for a bunch of infertile women!

It all began when Margie posted on Dr. Sher’s Bulletin Board asking if anyone else was cycling June 16. Linda, Leslie, Cindy, and Ines responded that they were. I was too, but I wasn’t doing a full IVF cycle. I had two frozen embryos left from a failed cycle in March and was doing a “Frozen Cycle” meaning I would be there a week later than the others since I didn’t need ovarian stimulation this time. The group met at Cheesecake Factory for dinner one night, and when I arrived Margie, Cindy, Ines, and I met at PF Changs for dinner. My mother was with me, since Ryan’s part was already done and he couldn’t get away from work. I’ll never forget looking around at these amazing women, hearing their stories, and feeling so proud to be among such strong, resilient, and determined women. I also felt like my struggles were nothing compared to most of theirs.

Margie, as I said before, was the first organizer of the group. I met her in the lobby my first appointment day. I pronounced her name wrong, it’s pronounced with a hard “g”. She gently corrected me and for a moment I felt really stupid, but she was so kind and as we began to talk I began to feel at ease with her. After our initial meeting and group dinners, Margie set us up a thread on IVF Connections so we could all stay in touch. Most everyone had a laptop so we could keep up with how everyone’s cycles were going. Margie ended up pregnant with her son that cycle, and later she gave birth to a daughter.

I met Linda that first day in the office as well. Linda already had a 2 year old son, and he was with her in the lobby. Linda seemed so worldly and sophisticated, I felt like a little girl playing grown up as I talked with her! She was so calm and confident, she reassured me that I would indeed get pregnant. Months later it was Linda who helped us get off the very public forum at IVF Connections into a private Yahoo site where we all still communicate today. Despite numerous personal challenges, Linda has faithfully served as the moderator of our site. She, too, got pregnant with her daughter during that cycle.

I never met Leslie face to face. I still haven’t, but like all the other ladies I consider her one of my closest friends. It was her humor that first drew me to Leslie. I used to laugh so hard at her early e-mails debating whether or not to take a home pregnancy test. She is an amazing writer and can make any story sound hilariously funny. Through the years Leslie has helped me learn to relax and not worry so much about the small stuff. That’s been a helpful lesson for a new mom! Leslie also got pregnant with her daughter that cycle. I’ll never forget talking to her on the phone after she gave birth. It had been a long, arduous labor for her yet she sounded so energized and happy. I cried tears of joy that day for her. I’ve cried many tears of grief for her as well (as I know the other ladies have also) as she helped her husband battle leukemia. So, although we’ve never had a physical face to face, our everyday lives are so connected.

Cindy is the first one we all had to rally around. ‘Beta’ is the slang term for beta Hcg, the pregnancy hormone. Usually a beta level above 5 indicates pregnancy, with it doubling every 2 days. Cindy’s first beta was 5 and it dropped after two days. But that little embryo was a little fighter and held on. We all checked in daily, sometimes hourly, waiting on Cindy’s updates. We all prayed and prayed and worried and worried. That little embryo that worried us to death ended up being a happy and healthy boy. 2 years later Cindy gave birth to twin boys. Cindy has certainly had her share of struggles, but you’d never know it because she always has such a positive outlook on life. I love that about her.

Ines sat next to me at our dinner at PF Changs. Ines is truly an angel. As I mentioned before, my Mom was with me instead of Ryan. My Mom could only stay with me a few days before she had to leave and I was concerned about who could give me my progesterone shots. It’s a thick, IM shot that I found difficult to give myself. My mother mentioned it to Ines who immediately turned to me and said “Don’t worry, we’ll take care of you.” And she did. After my Mom left Ines and her husband, Guilio, took me under their wings and never let me be lonely. She also gave me tips on making the shot less painful. You really bond with someone when they are giving you shots! Sadly, Ines did not get pregnant during that cycle, yet she stuck around being our most supportive cheerleader. When my pregnancy from this June cycle turned out to be a chemical pregnancy I thought I might die, I simply wanted to let all these new friends slip away. But I couldn’t, Ines had her dreams crushed yet she carried on, being a supportive friend. I had to carry on as well. Ines had more pain to endure than any of us could have imagined. I’ll never forget crying so hard as Ines was slowly losing her twin pregnancy. She’d already had a beautiful daughter and wanted to add to her family. At the time Zachary was in the hospital with Rotavirus and was severely dehydrated. I was getting updates from Michele. I sat in the room looking at my small, helpless little boy and just cried and cried thinking how Ines must feel so small and helpless. She finally did have another daughter. Her faith and perseverance have been inspirational to me.

I didn’t meet Michele on that first trip to Las Vegas, but she found our thread on IVF Connections and started chatting with us. She had cycled with Dr. Fisch, Dr. Sher’s partner, and was already pregnant with triplets. I went back in October to do a cycle that resulted in my pregnancy with Zachary and I met her then. I was nervous to call her the first time, but within seconds we were chatting on the phone like old friends. We’ve been chatting pretty regularly since then. I went back to LV in March when I was pregnant for a fitness conference. Michele’s triplets were 9 weeks old. My Mom was once again with me. We went to see Michele and got to help feed the babies. I gave Gregory his bottle, my Mom gave Sarah hers, and Michele gave Amanda her bottle. It was the first time I’d ever fed a baby. It was exciting, and I was so impressed with how Michele had it together. She’s been my parenting mentor ever since. When the triplets were 18 months, she gave birth to her fourth child so now she has Irish Quads. Most women would buckle under the enormous pressure of 4 small children, but not Michele. She makes it look easy! I know better, but any time I think I’m having a hard parenting day I call her and I instantly feel better. I still call her every time I have parenting question, often before I call my pediatrician.

Sandra wasn’t cycling with Dr. Sher at the time, she too found us on IVF Connections. She was researching doctors, I think, when she found our group. She quickly fit in with all our silly banter and eventually did cycle with Dr. Sher. Tragically she ended up with a molar pregnancy. I remember throwing up after reading one of her posts about the horrors she’d endured. She and her husband decided to go the adoption route, and we all soon discovered that was still a roller coaster of emotions like IVF. She did adopt a baby boy who turns 4 this fall. One of my neighbors saw her Christmas card and mentioned how much her son looks like his Daddy. I just smiled and agreed with her. I had the pleasure of meeting Sandra the first time when she and Michele came for a visit a couple of years ago. Her lifestyle is so different from mine, she’s a farmgirl from Canada. I must mention she’s quite a chic farm girl, but my beach lifestyle was new to her. She was quite the trooper and we took them out on the sailboat, on the little boat, and to all the fun places in town. Michele even got Sandra to try a bite of shrimp. She gagged and spit it out immediately, but she did try it! One of the funniest moments in my life occurred during Sandra and Michele’s visit. We were at a bar having a drink when some dude saunters up to us and asks us where we’re from. Michele replied Las Vegas, Sandra said Canada, and I said I’m a local. Befuzzled, he asked us how we met. In unison we replied “the internet.” Further confused, he asked us what we do for a living. Michele said “I don’t work, I’m a stay at home mother of triplets and one more.” Sandra said “I’m a pig farmer.” I said “I’m a belly dancer.” The guy ran away terrified. Sometimes the truth is stranger than fiction!

Helene was another who found us on IVF Connections. I’ve never met her face to face, but her story is fascinating. She conceived twins through IVF I believe in the same cycle Ines conceived her first daughter. Helene had been told her eggs were bad and she wouldn’t have any more. What do doctors know? She got pregnant a couple years later with another set of twins! Her blog is entitled “I’m living proof God has a sense of humor.” The first year with her little twins was so hard for Helene, and my heart just ached for her struggles. I’m only beginning to understand how hard she had it now that I’ve had my second son – yet she had two at a time both times. Helene survived the early years with humor and grace, serving as another wonderful inspiration to me.

We started as an infertility support group, grew into a pregnancy support group, and now we support each other through the joys and challenges of being a mother. Our current topic? Potty training. Some are working through it, most have happily left that phase, and still others (like me) have to do it all over again soon! Linda and Michele's kids are the oldest, so they get to pioneer us through each phase. Many of us have kids starting Kindergarten in the fall.

So to all of you ladies, happy anniversary of sorts! Thank you all for helping me through the darkest time of my life. We have shared tragedies and triumphs, and I’m grateful to all of you for the gift of your friendship. Each of you inspires me to be a better mom and a better person. Here's to another 6 years!

Sunday, June 14, 2009

So I joined Twitter. I twit, therefore I am a twit? Hmm. But I'm realizing I'm too verbose for Twitter so perhaps I should just blog again.

I hate that my last post was so negative about the Bahamas. After another fabulous Christmas, we finally DID make it to the Bahamas.

Here are Zachary and Daddy with his new Xtreme Roller Coaster that Santa brought. It is way cool! Evan enjoyed his first Christmas, although his loot was a little less "xtreme."

We went to the Bahamas in February and had an absolutely wonderful time. Ryan found a private airline out of Jacksonville that flew direct to the Abacos. It costs us less to drive to Jacksonville, stay overnight in a hotel, and fly on a small Beechcraft than it would to fly from here on Delta. Plus it was fun and we were treated like royalty. Our boat was at the Abacos Beach Resort in Marsh Harbour. We stayed for two weeks and it was paradise. Evan slept through the night for the first time while we were there, so I DID NOT want to come home! We went back again in March for Zachary's Spring Break and had just as much fun. The islands really are the place for me.

I came back the 2nd time with just the kids while Kurt and Denise flew there to meet Ryan and begin the journey home with Southern Cross. The kids and I spent a quiet Easter at home, but had such a great day.




The Easter Bunny was exceptionally generous since Daddy was out of town. After enjoying their baskets, the kids hunted the 72 Easter Eggs hidden in the living room.

I helped Evan as he rolled around finding eggs.



But Zachary needed no help at all!

Milestones have come so fast. May was a big month. Evan started crawling. He just took off and we've been chasing him ever since. His nickname is "Scooter" because he can scoot away so fast! Zachary graduated from Preschool. It was so sweet and sad. I just loved his class and his teachers. He's off to the big school next year!





This is his friend Caroline, she lives down the street. Her little brother, Cooper is two weeks older than Evan. Caroline says that Cooper and Evan are best friends. She's a year behind Zachary so she didn't "graduate" this year.
And one more MAJOR milestone happened on Ryan's birthday, March 23. Zachary's first tooth fell out! His permanent tooth is starting to push through now. It's crazy. Evan has 7 teeth, with the 8th one on it's way. It's ironic that both kids are teething!
Now that summer is here we are spending tons of time outside, in the pool, and at the beach. This is when living in Florida is so wonderful. Zachary has become such a water child. Every afternoon while Evan takes his nap we swim in the pool.
Evan, however, battled recurring ear infections for months and we finally got tubes put in his ears 2 weeks ago. I know he feels better because he's happily sleeping on his back for the first time in months. He had so much thick mucous behind his ears and the infections just couldn't heal. We've got to get him ear plugs so he can swim with us. Evan is finally on a good schedule and things are so much fun now. He and Zachary interact a lot and it's so incredibly cute. Evan is huge - 23 pounds! I have more recent pics of him but I need to download them from my camera.
This summer will be three monumental parties:
1. Zachary's 5th birthday party on June 20 (his actual birthday is the 24th). He wanted it to have a Madagascar 2 Party and a water slide. That took a little creativity to work the Congo river into the theme, but it's not like anyone really pays that much attention, right?
2. Evan's 1st birthday party on July 21. I cannot believe my baby will no longer be a baby. We're doing a rubber duckie theme and inviting his best friend Cooper!
3. My 40th birthday! Holy cow, am I really leaving my 30's?? We're renting out the skating rink and I'm throwing an 80's skate party. Of course I had this idea way before all the celebs started doing this! Dee will cater for us and it promises to be a wild event. I need to start practicing my skating - it's not quite like riding a bike!
Ok, that's all I got for now. I promised Zachary we'd play "Brown Bear, Panda Bear" before Evan wakes up!