As you know from his blog, we are here in GA now. Ryan's happy, I'm happy, everything is going great.

I thought I hated packing everything up, but as I am unpacking I am realizing I have lots and lots of junk that I have no idea what to do with.

Trying to get motivated enough to go up and straighten Ryans room. He has so much stuff that I have no idea where we are going to put it. I realized after moving, that he has way to many toys, and I guess I have supplemented for his dad not being here by buying toys.

More later...

Last year when my Godson was born I mentioned my friend Amy. It is the same Amy that was my Maid of Honor, and from my past. She is now like family, and I worry about her so much.

When Amy was a very young child she had a bone disease that was mistreated. By mistreating I am saying they put her in a full body cast, and left it till it caused severe damage to her hips. She has had several surgeries all before the age of 16, and was told that eventually she would have to have her hips replaced.

When she had Dylan, she had been suffering in pain for about two months without really telling anyone, because she was afraid. After he was born she could not get out of the hospital bed without help, not because of the C-Section, but because her hip joint had deteriorated so much it was painful to walk or stand.

They told her that it would have to be replaced in a few years, 2 at the most. That was back in November. Today she called while she was on her way to another Dr. appt. to tell me that when she went in this morning for another cortisone shot that when they checked her, they said there was nothing more that the shots could do. They have to replace the hip as soon as possible, because for some reason it has accelerated in deterioration. Believe me, this is not something she needed right now at this moment on this particular day.

She is on her way to a specialist, because it has to be done soon. Soon as in next month, or she may not be able to walk again without help. She is 30. She wants another child. She is a teacher and a very active mother and wife. Within 5 years the other hip has to be replaced also.

I feel so very bad for her. I know that she is struggling right now with some other issues going on, and the fact that she very much wanted another baby. They told her today that while they can use a hip/joint that won't harm the baby, the metal ones do, the added weight will put to much strain on her other hip and accelerate that one.

Amy is now like my sister. Before, she was a little something more. She was my first. I was hers. We have always been friends, even when we were out of touch for a few years. Now she is family, and her son is my Godson. She really doesn't deserve to be going through this.

I wish I could use words to describe her and the person that she is. Remarkable comes to mind, but it doesn't finish the job. Beautiful is there too, but that is not enough. She is strong and resilient. Stubborn and determined. A fighter who will cry when something moves her. She is funny and exhilarant.

Hearing the heartache in her voice over the decision that is being made for her, because of a Dr.s mistake when she was little, is painstaking.

I AM: pregnant sleepy
I WANT: to not worry about money
I WISH: that I was home
I HATE: ignorance
I MISS: my husband so much
I FEAR: nothing
I HEAR: the furnace
I WONDER: all the time
I REGRET: nothing, everything has made me, me
I AM NOT: always right
I DANCE: when no one can see
I SING: in the car alone
I CRY: when I am sad or happy
I AM NOT ALWAYS: as strong as some think
I MAKE WITH MY HANDS: everything a mother does
I WRITE: very little anymore
I CONFUSE: people when I get analytical

Saturday was the sweetest day of my life. I married the man I love, my real sister made it to the wedding, all family got along beautifully, nothing wrong happened, Nookie came to the wedding, and so much more....

Here are a few pictures that was taken with our camera by a friend of ours. I have some from Nookie, but we need to download them before we post them.

Here I am, after fighting with my veil. My step-sister Jennifer is there in the background, she was helping me fight with the darn thing.



On the left is my bridesmaid Desiree, and the other on the right is my maid of honor Amy. They do not have the wraps on in this picture, but they looked gorgeous and I am so glad they got to share in the day with me. The flower girl is my neice Heather. She was just a doll, and had a blast getting to be the flower girl. She went up and down the isle three times making sure to get enough flowers down.



This is my real sister on the left. All weekend I kept hearing how much we looked alike. When I first saw her it was like looking into a mirror. I am so glad that she came, and hope to see her again at the end of the month. As a wedding gift, she gave us a frame that has a shadow box with it. On the frame side she placed a family picture of her, my two brothers, and our mother...it was taken about two months before our mother was killed. She had me open it at the reception because she wanted to talk about it a little. I cried...alot...it was the most thoughtful gift I have ever been given.



Here we are, my dad is getting ready to give me away. My step dad is there too, but I felt like I needed to include him.



Here is my little man waiting to walk out and take his place with Steve.



MMMMMM....The kiss....One of many that day...



Finally, we are man and wife.



A picture the photographer wanted. I like it, but cannot wait to see what the guy does with it.



Me and the groomsmen...




My baby with the girls...



Amy and Desiree



The cake was delicious. MMMMM...we have some in the fridge, and mmmmm it is sooo good.



I love this man. I know with everything we have faced till now, that we can make it through whatever comes our way. We have a deep friendship that keeps us grounded, and reminds us why we fell in love to begin with.

Before I get to all the wedding stuff, I wanted to give a shout out to Nookie and Boo, and especially my baby, for a wonderful time on Tuesday.

It is always a pleasure to see Nookie, and I hope once I am fully down here...lol, which I am pretty much now other than our things, but she is just so sweet and so nice and just wonderful. When Boo walked in with Steve, wow was all I was thinking. She has this very infectious vibe. I had to ask if she ever got mad...her little cute voice, and sweet laugh...she was simply adoable.

I want to mention that at the stripper store, I laughed so hard I almost pee'd. The shoes were awesome, but no way am I paying that much for a pair of sandles. But like Nookie was saying, the male thongs were sooooo freaking funny. I swear some of them were freaking huge, like think elephant trunk.

We had a great time. I used to really watch a lot of Baseball when I was younger, but not so much now, but I had a great time at the game. They kept asking if I was okay, and other than my bottom being sore from the hard seats, I was great. Good people, good fun.

Now...wedding stuff. Point of advice, never ever make your own favors. Ever. Not for 100 people. Ever. That was the most tedious, boring, painstaking thing I have ever done. After about 30 I wanted to quit...

I have to pick up the bridesmaids dresses today. My dress is already here at the house and everytime I see it, I just want to put it on and go back to the days when I was a little girl playin dress up. I cannot wait to see him looking at me in it. With that look he gives me that just makes my heart melt.

Last night the pregnancy emotions took over...full steam. I really have no idea why I was crying, but I cried for like two hours straight. No breaks. Just tears. This morning I woke up in Ryans bed, and really do not even remember why I went in there to sleep. He was so sweet holding me and just letting me cry, with soft kisses to my cheek and forehead. This morning I feel just awful about it, but I truely have no idea what happened. I think I was just so sleepy, that that was the only way to get to sleep, but I have no clue.

Two days. Thats all. Less than 48 and I will be married to the man that makes me swoon everyday, that makes my palms sweat, gives me butterflies, makes my knees weak, and gives me that feeling of security that I have never felt from another person.

I love him. Completely, and totally. There are no doubts, no cold feet, just pure affection.