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Christmas Visit

Marty and I went by the cemetery this weekend to put out Gentry & Savannah's Christmas flowers. I always make their arrangements, and it is something I enjoy. Yes, it is sad, but it is the only thing I can really give or do for my girls here on Earth. I take my time in picking out the just right flowers and decorations, nothing too grown up, and always season appropriate :) My parents went with us this time; my sister (their stillborn baby) is buried 4 plots down from our girls. They never finalized the headstone for my sister 30 years ago, but my dad did so a few months ago when I paid off S & G's headstone. My mom had no idea, so when she saw the marker she just started crying. It was a sad, but sweet moment. My mom and I just held each other crying for our daughters.


Since our girls aren't here to celebrate Christmas with us, Marty and I decided to adopt two babies from the Salvation Army Angel Tree in memory of them. We chose two 8 month olds, 1 boy & 1 girl. It was a lot of fun to go shopping for them, buying the things we would have been getting for our girls. I think I could shop for baby clothes all day every day; they are just so cute and little. I hope we helped both of those babies have a great Christmas.

On another note, last week I went to the doctor to have cervical polyps removed that were found during our FET in June. After what seemed like an eternity, and a lot of pain, it was determined they couldn't be removed in an office visit. So now, I have to have them surgically removed in January. I feel like it is just one thing after another with me and my lady business. Can't something work right? I am a little nervous about the surgery being on my cervix with my already incompetent cervix. But, the doctor didn't seem to think it would cause any more harm. And maybe since they will already be monitoring my cervix in any future pregnancies she isn't too concerned? Either way, I am going to wait to see how it goes before we plan a date for our next FET.




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