DIY: Book Wreath

Pinterest is my crack addiction. I'm to the point where I think I'd die without my daily dose of Pinterest. I love making wreaths and coudn't pass up the Book Wreath, as seen on Pinterest. Here's how I made mine:
First, make a trip to your local thrift shop & grab a few paperback novels, I dug for the ones that had faded & yellowed from age. I also purchased two styrafoam wreaths at the craft store. This craft took a few hours since I decided to make two wreaths.

Then, I tore out all of the book pages. I found that if you rolled the pages in you're desired size & added a fold to the bottom, that you could both pre-roll & that there was a better surface to glue onto.

I started gluing with hot glue around the outer edge & worked my way in. After burning the bejesus out of my finger, I discovered that using a flathead screwdriver was a wonderful tool to prevent injury. Add a line of hot glue to the bottom edge of your bookpage & press down onto wreath for a few seconds with the screwdriver.

After you have completed the front, move onto the interior portion, & lastly the outer side. I glued and pinned a loop of ribbon on the back to hang the wreath from. Here's a pic of the back, minus the ribbon loop.

How pretty!

I decided to hang my wreaths above the bed in our guest bedroom, love it!

Stay classy San Angelo.

A few days ago little Snyder, Texas experienced a 4.4 magnitude earthquake, not a single person was injured. A little over 100 miles away here in San Angelo we were able to feel the tremor, I was groggily waking up in bed & had no clue what was happening. Of course it has been the topic of many conversations since NOTHING ever happens here(except for that little FLDS drama). As I read the comments section of an earthquake report website I stumbled upon this little gem and then fell out of my chair, laughing.

Stay classy San Angelo. Stay classy.

INfertile Myrtle

Miscarriage.
Subchorionic hemorrhage.
Amenorrhea.
Septate uterus.
Anovulation.
Failed IUI.
Surgery, surgery, surgery.
Etcetera.
Picture this: I am the little girl that insisted that my baby doll, Natalie, be included in family pictures at Christmas time and famously "gave birth" to the pillow under my nightgown at the age of 10, for my grandparents to see(envision Grandma Ruth's jaw hitting the floor), and have aspired since toddlerhood to have a career as a stay-at-home-mom.  So yesterday, as I sat in waiting room full of baby bellies, I tried to choke back my pain as I awaited yet another fertility injection. Those poor preggo's appeared a bit uncomfortable and stared at the floor as I choked on tears & attempted to tolerate the former coworker who innocently chose the WORST EVER go-to phrases intended to console an infertile(in the future I'll post a list of these things).
The last year and a half+ has been hell, reproductively speaking, following my February 2010 miscarriage. I have taken more ovulation & pregnancy tests than I can count and I could pee on a stick blindfolded. For the last eight months I have taken Clomid, the last three months: Repronex, and an injection of Profase just once. Internal sonograms and HSG's are a piece of cake, Progesterone  suppositories AKA "uterine wallpaper", are my constant internal companion . Ask me what day it is, and I'll spout off my cycle day long before I realize you meant Wednesday.
But, I suddenly need to take a break from infertility treatments, I don't know if I can do this anymore. It's been eight months of a constant-heinous headache, roller coaster emotions like sorrow and hopelessness, abdominal discomfort, nausea, and welcome to the new guy: anger.
I know that I can't expect the world around me to cater to my pain, and I know it's gotten to the point of ridiculious when I think that Pampers commercials were intentionally filmed and broadcast to twist the knife in my heart/uterus. I want to punch infertility in the face for what it's doing to me. I want to feel normal again & be excited for the baby mama's. I want to be able to hold my cousins newborn for more than 5 seconds without agony and making it awkward to be around. But most of all, I just want my baby.
P.S. Thank you to those of you  that have showered us with love, encouragement, and prayers. We are so grateful.