Wow. Sept of '05 was the last time I posted anything here. Well, I've been pretty damn busy.
Let's see if I can get this caught up to the present.
First off, the truck thing was going ok. I think it was in ohhhh, either Oct or Nov of '05 I was parked at my company yard. I kept being woken up by these horrible stomach cramps. They HURT like a mofo! Tylenol didn't touch 'em either. I was rather pissed because I had a sweet little load in the morning. Drive 5 miles, get loaded, drive another 10 miles and unload. Would have made quite a bit of mulah off it, too. Was the perfect set up since I had to get my front end aligned and had just gotten new tires on the rear drives.
But noooooooooo..........
Instead I ended up telling my dispatch to get someone else, and our one safety guy took me to the emergency room. They did blood work and....well....the ER doc looked at me and grinned and said, "You're pregnant!"
<insert jaw drop here>
I was beyond any emotion at that point, except maybe complete bafflement. I called for the safety guy to come pick me up and as I walked outside to wait for him I looked up to the sky and made one single comment to God.
"What were you thinking? I wanted a puppy!"
So, safety guy gets there and as I'm buckling up (cuz it's the law ya know!) he asked what they found. I smiled and was all cheery and said, "A baby!" His jaw hit the floor and he stammered for like 5 minutes. You'd have thought he was the father with the way he responded.
Oh, I also called my best friend and cried.
Needless to say a baby was the last thing I had expected.
Now, here's the interesting part of the ER visit. This other Dr comes down and tells me I have a cyst on an ovary and the baby is/could be in jepoardy along with my own life.
So on the way home half of my brain has shut down because it's too stupdified to do any normal processing. The very next day I go to another ER since I'm still having the stomach cramps. They did a sonogram to be sure the baby wasn't in my tubes and were confused as to why that other Dr was so worried about a cyst on my ovary.
Needless to say I found a specialist who deals with only these types of issues and after a visit with him I learned everything was fine.
Soooooooooooo....
The owner of my company and the manager sit down with me and we come up with a plan to keep me trucking till I get too fat to do it anymore. I pick up brick in Des Moines, take it to the outskirts of Chicago, then reload with flat steel and come back to Des Moines. Sounds easy enough, right?
No!
It didn't even take a month to learn why I kept getting cramps. The baby didn't like the bouncing of the truck. But I gave it a good try!
Actually it was really funny the first time I picked up a load at the steel mill. The guy at the desk who gives out the paperwork looks at me and with amazement and concern says to me, "You mean I just signed off on a 42,000 lb load and you're pregnant!"
I giggled as I told him, "The trucks gonna carry it, not me!"
Those guys were good to me though. Before I was pregnant they treated me with respect and were always nice. Once they learned I was pregnant they were bending over backwards to help me. I didn't really need it though because I had the lighter tarps and had strapped them to the deck to keep from having to lift them very far. And it was flat steel, so I just dragged the chains down the stuff to tie it down and I did use rachet binders. So it was all good. Still it was nice of them to be so sweet to me.
I miss those guys. *sigh*
Anywho....
Right after New Years, in Jan '06, I sold the truck. And that's when my year went straight to hell in a handbasket.
It killed me to sell the truck. I had waited 12 years to get a truck of my own, and when I did get it, it was an awesome truck! But, at least I can say one thing. I DID get to do what I wanted to do, even if only for 6 months. Most people never get to see their dreams come true at all. So I was lucky for a little while.
Then the year looked up. My boyfriend asked me to marry him. Course I said yes, I wasn't letting him get away! 
Then our little girl was born. She was born C Section because just like her mama, she's a stubborn little thing. She was born about 2 weeks early as well. All was fine though. We did the C Section because she was breech. One week she was sideways, and everyone kept saying turn baby turn, and she did....head up! GAH!
Shay was about 2 1/2 months old when went to Pgh to visit mom. Who, by the way, I had argued with during the whole pregnancy. I kept saying boy, she kept saying girl. She won. *haha* The visit with mom was definitely not long enough, and if I had known what the future held, I would have insisted we stayed longer. But, after 4 days we headed back home. Our visit to mom was in July.
And on August 12th mom passed away. Here is where the year goes right to the shitter. The only person on the whole entire earth who loved me no matter what, the woman I put through hell as a teenager, the one who kissed my skinned knees, the one who taught me how to be a strong woman....
Gone.
One day I'll have to tell you about the whole adventure of arriving at mom's and the wacky fun time I had dealing with her funeral. (Note the sarcasm!)
About 6 days after mom died, a friend of the family lost his wife. About 3 more days after that, my great aunt died.
Yeah, the year was looking to end with a wonderful bang.
Don't ask me dates, because I'm not really sure anymore. But a little while after that I end up seeing a Dr because I was in serious pain. They thought it was my gall bladder, but turns out the bottom of my esophagus was highly irritated by stomach acid, enough so that I was sick and it was DAMN painful! They did that scope thing down my throat to make sure everything was ok, which it was, then gave me some meds for pain and nausea. Heh, at least I got pain killers out of the deal, right? HAHA
So here I am looking for the year to calm down when BAM! my right thumb starts locking up. Seriously, I had to fall asleep with it curled up so when I woke up I could grab the bottles to mix in the morning. Then it would take almost 2 hours for the thumb to start moving *almost* smoothly again. I go to see a Dr about that and just before Christmas I get to have surgery. He called it a 'Trigger Thumb' and had to snip one of the pulley systems inside my hand. Lucky me! BUT, more pain killers!
You'd think I was addicted to the damn things, but really....I still have over half the bottle sitting in the medicine cabinet. If my stomach thing acts up again I'll need em, and the nausea med as well.
Ok, it's December. Not much time left.
Ohh wait, I forgot to tell you. Poor baby girl was born with a tweaked neck muscle. So her pediatrician had us visit an early developmental clinic for kids. Basically it's physical therapy. For about 6 months we would go visit them - once a month - and the girl would give me exercises to do with the baby to get the muscle stretched out. The poor little thing had had her head shoved into my ribs so that muscle didn't get to stretch out like the other one had. It was all good in the end though.
However, on our last and final visit I asked the girl to check out the baby's back. It just seemed to stick out, and mainly on one side. She couldn't 'feel' anything, but two days later we had our Well Baby visit with the pediatrician so I asked him to look at her as well. He ordered an X Ray and...yeah the year ended really @#$%#$^# well...
She's got a curved spine.
Fast forward to now........
We've seen the specialist, who says....
1. it could be posture
2. it could be hereditary since there's a folks on daddy's side that have uneven hips and swayed/curved backs
3. it could be a malformation of the brain.
BRAIN!?!?!?!!
She had an MRI done a few days ago and, THANK GOD, there is no malformation. What they were looking for is, well, the brain only goes so far into the brain stem. With this malformation the brain goes further than it should and this is how it presents itself. A curved spine. To fix that, they have to do surgery on the brain.
But, there's no malformation. So now in March they'll do another set of X Rays to see how the curve has progressed, and quite possibly she'll have to wear a soft brace during the day. The brace will push against the curve. Since she's so young and growing rapidly, maybe this brace will push her spine back into a more normal position. I hope so because if not, there's always the chance they will still have to do surgery later on.
BUT she saw her pediatrician today and he says she's doing wonderful! She's almost 16 lbs, and just over 27 inches long. She's babbling, playing, growing just like she should. So this curve isn't hindering her progress, which is GOOD!
So...for now.... 2007 is looking iffy to me. 2006 started off kinda crappy, got really good, then went to hell.
I know they say that God only gives you what you can handle. But, I'm just wondering what He thinks I can handle before I end up in a puddle of goo babbling to a wall in a psych ward somewhere. :/
You realllllly don't wanna know my mood either... there's no emoticon made for what I feel right now.
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Be safe out there. I'd be happy to help with the PSP anytime. 
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