Coumadin and the grocery store

Yesterday was one of the more interesting days of my life. I went grocery shopping with the MIL and Papa. We moved through the Walmart like a herd of turtles. With Papa on Coumadin MIL and I wanted to make sure he was getting the very best of everything that he need. We read every.single.label. We made people smile and Papa a bit irritated. In the end, Papa has more than enough food hand picked for perfection and all he had to do was push the buggy. I love that wonderful man more than anything and I'll think he's forgiven me for not letting him have ranch dressing.

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yes that really has nothing to do with anything but it was the last thing I read on Facebook...if I stayed off Facebook maybe I've had something funny to blog about. I've got nothing. I thought about talking about the doggy er but everyone's home now and there was no blood. next I was going to talk about how I have no idea what infertility cycle I am currently in and I'd really like for someone to let me know. The only problem in that I am currently upping the number so what's the point of counting if it's going to change. That's about all I've got, give me three days and I'll have plenty to pound the keys about while hopped up on some life hating, randomly crying, husband wanting to smother me hormones.
(on a not so sweet note...hormones start with the word "hor" yet they don't ever have to take them because they seem to be professional reproducers)

Prayer

I believe with all my heart (and because CB tells me daily) that God does give you the desires of your heart. I have spent countless hours on my knees, begging and pleading for the desires of my heart to happen and happen right that instant. I have spent as many hours doing my very best to praise the very reason that I take each breath. I get caught up, caught up in being human. I let fear, uncertainty, and anger rule me. Instead of reacting I should pray. The power of prayer works, I've seen it happen. He is the healer of leapers, the saver of sinners, and the holder of hearts. He saved me, he holds my heart, and with prayer he will heal me. He will fix my broken heart and he will make me whole. Until then I will rejoice and be thankful for all of the wonderful things that He has given me.