It’s the 18th of December, and that means that
- Christmas is just ONE WEEK AWAY! I’m starting to explode with excitement. Excitement over what I’ll be getting for Christmas, yes, but more importantly, excitement over how excited and thrilled Alyssa and Ryan are going to be! We kicked ASS with present choices this year!
- My brothers have been in state custody for exactly fifteen months. Per state law, they’re now eligible to be placed for adoption, unless the parents are making progress with doing all that they need to do to get them back. My mom IS doing that… mostly.
- I’m exactly one month out from my gastric bypass surgery! A month ago today I wasn’t feeling nearly as awesome as I do now!
So, who’s ready for Christmas? We’re on top of everything this year. Christmas cards were mailed over two weeks ago, I already baked cookies for Dan to take to his co-workers, all of our presents (except gifts for Dan’s aunts and uncle, eep!) are wrapped and under the tree, and we even took the kids to see Santa (usually we wait until last minute). I think this year’s Santa photo turned out a LOT better than last year’s:
My weight dropped to 262.8 yesterday, then up to 263.4 today. I’m assuming my period is just around the corner. I’m four days late, but considering I had major surgery that messed with my calorie intake, nutrition levels and hormones, I’m not surprised that it’s MIA (psst… hey period? Feel free to stay MIA for a while!).
I’m still having vomiting issues. There’s no rhyme or reason… just trapped air. One day I’ll be great and not get sick at all. The next day I’ll get sick at least once. The other day — Tuesday, I think — I threw up after EVERY SINGLE MEAL I ate that day. I also discovered that while I can easily tolerate very small portions of spaghetti, elbow macaroni and the rounded shells that are in Velveeta, ravioli is absolutely, positively a NO FUCKING WAY DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT JENNIFER. Despite chewing the bit I had into mush I had to throw it up, and it got STUCK. For about 0.02 seconds I was seriously afraid that I’d have to go to the hospital and get it endoscopically removed. Not cool, ravioli, not cool.
I have a bunch of videos from my Kodak Zi8 Pocket Video Camera to go through. I can’t wait to get through them, because there are a few adorable ones of Ryan singing Christmas songs at his preschool Christmas party! ♥
I’m sure I’ll have plenty of time to do that tomorrow, along with baking cookies (Alyssa wants to do holiday-shaped cookies, and Ryan can’t wait to get his hands on sprinkles!) and writing, because we’re supposed to get a colossal shit ton of snow dumped on us. Seriously… I’m talking a foot or more. Ugh. 
No wonder it was sunny here! The Christmas photo looks great, your kids have grown so big!
It looks like Alyssa and Ryan got the same Santa this year as they did last year, too cool =)
Do you have to go back to the doctor’s for check-ups regarding post-surgery any more times? Unless having vomiting issues is a common side effect?
@Michelle: I had a post-op appointment with my surgeon on Thursday morning, but Ryan had a Christmas party at his preschool (sprung on us last minute — the teacher didn’t send home cards announcing it until Tuesday!), and Dan had to work, so I did the motherly thing and canceled the appointment in order to go to his party.
Your kids look so adorable. I cant believe christmas is almost here.
@Michelle: Forgot to add: vomiting is somewhat normal. I don’t know how much… but I do know that as the swelling in my stomach pouch goes down, the opening will be somewhat larger, so air that gets in will have an easier time of getting out.
When I woke up this morning we had all most 10 inches and it’s still snowing!
It just goes to show how far Ryan has come in a year!! We are all set for Christmas, have been for about 3 weeks? I know,I know! it makes a change huh? we are all completel razzed about this year! Will is ill but who cares about him? lol I just santa to get here!!
That picture is awesome. I love how well it turned out. Healing from gastric bypass does not sound like a walk in the park. Ick.