Born Bizarre

This past year has been crazy.  The husband and I decided to have another child and I gave birth to him on 5-15-15.  His name is Anthony.  We chose to keep the pregnancy quiet this time by only including certain friends, family and some of my clients.  It was the best decision we could have made.  We also had to move to accommodate our growing family and we did so in March.  We also kept that deal a secret until everything was settled.

Remember that little heart problem I was diagnosed with and was in severe denial over?  Yeah, well I chose to ignore doctor's orders and continued to live life as usual.  I didn't believe anything I was being told and was a total pain in the ass about it.  I reduced the weight I was using during my workouts, but mostly because I was pregnant.  Yoga just wasn't a real option for me.

I went in for the EP Study at 4 weeks postpartum.  That morning I had a little meltdown and tried to get out of the procedure since I knew it would be nothing short of torture and for no good reason.  Of course they were adamant I follow through because my heart was doing all these crazy things. I can't exactly tell a cardiologist that his diagnosis is wrong and I know this because I'm psychic.  So I go in and of course they couldn't get an IV in me the normal way and it was quite painful.  I HATE needles, so that didn't help either.  After putting my heart through all the tests nothing was done because nothing was actually happening.  I apparently still have a form of WPW, but my cardiologist said an ablation would simply be a "cosmetic" procedure.  Wonderful.

So the idea that I was born broken isn't exactly true.  I was born bizarre. Shocking, right?  I'm always going to have an irregular EKG that says my heart is going into SVT when it is not.  At least I no longer have to worry about Angelo coming home from school and finding me on the floor.  On a positive note, the idea that I could drop dead out of nowhere threw my mother into panic mode.  She got in her car and drove down by herself to stay with me for a 5 days.  This is a big deal for her.  We had a very nice visit.  By the way, I'm still sporting the bruises from all this bullshit and it's been almost a month and yes, I'm still being a little victim about it.

Back to being positive...

I popped out a mini version of my husband.  This child has blonde hair, blue eyes and light skin as of today.  It looks like the poor kid has inherited my large nose though. He's such a good, calm baby.  I think I forgot to mention that I was pregnant with my best friend, Nikki.  She had her baby boy 6 weeks before Anthony came.  Both boys are healthy, thank God.

I can't express how truly grateful I am to have my sons.