Husband Approved Dinner!

It's the end of the school year and I am of course completely swamped with paperwork, and tying up loose ends.  I cook a lot for my husband, but there aren't as many days during the week that I actually enjoy it during this time of the year.  I got all of my work done (for the most part) at school yesterday, and came home to start cooking.  I was motivated, and I wanted to cook, although I have no idea where the motive came from!  OH well, I took advantage of the emotion while it lasted! 

The night before, I began marinading some chicken in a citrus/onion/herb marinade.  I sauteed some sliced mushroom and onion in some olive oil, and topped the chicken with the sautee mixture.  I opened a can of campbell's cream of mushroom soup and put that on top of the chicken, and then covered it to bake at 350 degrees for 45-60 minutes.  Made some greenbeans, rice, and garlic bread.  It was delicious.  After dinner dishes were cleaned and put away, I started on banana bread! 

Basically, I was super domesticated last night and could NOT get enough.  Also, my house smelt like heaven might.  The prize was of course hearing my husband mumble and moan while he took bites.  That means it's GOOD.  :)

Home is so much more than just the exterior look of a house, or the interior for that matter.  I am definitely a fan of big soft couches, soft linens, blankets, pillows, curtains, and bright decorating accents on the walls and within the home...but to me home is about the love shared inside.  The food enjoyed and the days discussed.  The prayers said, and the hands held.  I love my home, and I love being a warm attribute to its overall environment.  I love how cooking can arouse all of these warm and gooey feelings deep in my soul, and I love knowing that my love through cooking is appreciated and enjoyed. 

I LOVE cooking for my husband. 

Infertility and Update on Life

I have not been a very good blogger on this one, and I am sorry.  I have mainly been focused on my blog about my journey to a baby.  If you want to read and follow, you should do it!

About a year ago, my dear husband and I decided to really start ":trying" for a baby.  I expected like most women my age do, that we would try and a few months to a year later become pregnant and a new baby would be bouncing in my lap 9 months later.  Our hopes and expectations were brought to an abrupt hault when I got pregnant in September of 2013.  We were just beyond excited that after officially tracking days and truly trying it did not take us that long.  We sadly lost that pregnancy 7 weeks later on a cold October morning.

Long story shortened is, I have something called septate uterus.  I am not afraid to share this with the world, because it was new to me, and maybe there is someone out there who can learn and appreciate my story.  Maybe there is someone out there like me, who feels alone and just wants so badly to know there are others going through the same.  A septate uterus means I have a normal sized uterus that looks good from the outside.  On the inside, it is separated into two cavities by a wall of tissue called a septum.  I also have two cervixes and a vaginal septum (my vagina was separated into two parts too, and it took up almost 3/4 of the whole interior.  Crazy!)   I had surgery on 2/26/14 to have the uterine septum taken out, as well as the vaginal septum.  I still have two cervixes, but that is okay!  My Doctor said when I do have a baby, the baby will most likely just choose a path to take and the other one will just move out of the way.

I go in for another sonogram today to see if there is still residual septum in my uterus.  If there is, there is a chance I may need to go through the surgery again.  If the septum is small enough, giving a future baby plenty of room, she says she may just leave it.

It's been hard.  My husband and I are doing so much better.  We've definitely had some rough spots the past year or so.  God has really taken this storm and turned it into a beautiful opportunity for our marriage.  Through my relationship strengthening with my Heavenly Father, I have grown to love and appreciate my husband even more through all of this.  That is a blessing.  Not a curse.

One day, the storm clouds will roll away and through a sunny clearing, I will see a bright rainbow.  Just for me.  I just know it!

Kristen