PMA, baby. P M A ..... & a Freebie

On Sunday, I posted about my 2nd miscarriage. As you can imagine, it's taken me a little while to get back in the swing of things. I'm feeling better and I thought this would be a great time to do a post about PMA.

PMA stands for Positive Mental Attitude and it's very much what it sounds like. The theory is that having a positive outlook on life will make you a happier and more successful person. It's pretty much the idea that what you put into the universe is what you get back. Good karma & all that.

I know that having a positive mental attitude won't solve all my problems. But I know that negativity won't get me anywhere that I want to be. I'm also a big believer of manifesting your own destiny. I wan't to make the good stuff happen.

Things I can't control, like miscarriage or illness, make having a positive mental attitude difficult sometimes. So, I made myself a little reminder.

Miscarriage Sucks

Goodness! I just don't know where to start with this. I guess the beginning...

I had a Ob/Gyn appointment scheduled for last Wednesday, the 8th, to see what was going on. We had been trying for 6 months and no results. Because my period was due to start in only 2 days, I thought I should take a pregnancy test that morning....just in case. I was sitting on the bathroom floor waiting for the test to process. It looked like nothing had come of it, so I stood up to throw it away. That's when I noticed the faintest pink line. Positive! I was so excited! It was super early, but positive was positive.

It was so early, in fact, that the urine test at the doctor's office was negative. They drew blood to test for sure and called me the following morning to tell me that I was definitely pregnant and that my progesterone levels were FABULOUS!

Cheers to 68 Years!

On Saturday, my Grandparents celebrated their 68th wedding anniversary. Isn't that amazing?! They have been a shining example for my whole family and I wanted to do a little tribute to them today.

This photo is them in the beginning. They were just 15 and 14 in this picture. Grandpa changed his birth certificate so the Navy would think he was 17 and let him join. Grandma's Dad notarized the paperwork to get him out of the neighborhood and away from his daughter! Last I heard, Grandpa's driver's license still has the wrong date on it!