Saturday, August 17, 2013
For the last few months, I've been planning a surprise trip to St. Louis for Mr . Rochester to see the Dodgers play the Cardinals. The Dodgers are his favorite baseball team and he hasn't seem them play in years. Last spring sometime, I noticed that the Dodgers would be somewhat near us and went ahead and bought tickets. Surprisingly enough, I was able to keep this a secret until the day of the game last Thursday (I am a terrible liar). Mr. Rochester knew we were going on a trip because I told a little white lie and said I had a work conference in Kansas City. I didn't want to tell him the conference was in St. Louis because I knew he'd immediately check the schedule to see if the Dodgers were going to be in town while we were there. I arranged for my mom to keep our son for us while we were gone and even convinced my husband to let me drive the morning we left. We left really early and he slept in the car until we were about two hours outside of St. Louis. When he woke up, I asked him to check my conference itinerary (which didn't exist, of course) that was in a manilla envelope. He pulled out the paper in the envelope and it was a printout of our Dodger tickets. He was so surprised!
- I used to absolutely love riding roller coasters and my mind still thinks it likes them but my body disagrees.
- I no longer feel the need to ride every single ride at an amusement park.
- Six Flags food sounds better than it tastes and my body agrees.
On the advice of a response to my recent internet plea for help and advice regarding the loss of our two girls, while we were in St. Louis, we met with a maternal fetal specialist who works for Washington University in St. Louis. She was absolutely amazing. Mr. Rochester and I arrived to our appointment with little hope and we left feeling slightly encouraged. Instead of asking us to relate our case to her, she'd already been studying our medical records in the days leading up to our appointment and she told us our story and just asked for clarifying questions. It was refreshing. Although she couldn't offer us any solid answers, she did state that Mr. Rochester and I should both be tested for NAIT to see if we have any sort of mismatch with our antigens. So, we're back to this again and just waiting on my insurance to hopefully approve testing for both of us.