December

December is quite the month! It is flying by and filled to the brim as we get ready to head home for the holidays for a little break.  We don't fly out until Christmas Eve morning and I'm hoping and praying that everything goes ok with the flights (we fly to Reno for a small layover before landing in SLC) so we make it time for family Christmas Eve fun!

This Monday was Dustin's birthday which we celebrated by going to a Portland Trailblazers basketball game vs the Toronto Raptors.  It was a fun game and the Blazers won which is always nice.  We also celebrated D-man's birthday by seeing The Hobbit in Real 3D with Dolby Atmos sound at the Cinetopia in Vancouver.  It was so unreal!  The video and picture quality was just... crazy awesome.  The movie was pretty good too, but I was mostly amazed by the imaging. 

In case I didn't mention it before, in October our ward got a new primary presidency and I was called to be 2nd counselor.  It has been fun but also made me SUPER busy!  Between learning what the heck we're supposed to be doing, cub scouts, sharing time, and planning a meet and greet breakfast for the beginning of the year, every night is booked!  But I work in an awesome presidency and we are learning quickly. 

It's crazy how sick this world is getting.  And not the good kind of sick.  On Tuesday here in Clackamas, just a 10 minute drive from our house, there was a shooting at the Clackamas Town Center mall.  This is the mall that we usually go to! We love Clackamas! We love how the sidewalks sparkle! It's crazy to think that someone would come and start randomly shooting at our mall!  It's lucky that this happened on a Tuesday afternoon instead of a Friday night or Saturday because the mall is always extremely busy.  Our hearts go out to those families that were affected by this sad incident.

And then Newton, CT on Friday.  Oh my.  I can't even begin to imagine why anyone would go to an Elementary School to kill innocent children and teachers.  That is a sick sick crime and I was so heartbroken to hear about the massive amount of damage that was done.  I send my prayers to those families in that town, both to those that had losses and those that survived.  That is such a tragedy.

What is this world coming to?!

As far as us, we're doing ok.  The news of our negative results reached a breakdown last week.  We were fine until some LDS students in a club meeting at school with Dustin started complaining about how they were pregnant again and how they can't believe they have so many kids.  UGH.  Makes me so mad.  And then I started my period which is always that awful reminder that it really didn't work.  That we are still waiting and must continue to exercise patience and faith. 

I did meet with a family doctor this week to get testing done on my TSH again and see how that is doing and whether we need to change my dosage for my thyroid.  I'm still waiting on those test results, but hopefully we can start making progress. My insurance is changing next year, which I am SUPER happy about because I've hated my insurance.  We did get a ray of hope when I saw an EOB show up online from my insurance that looks like it will cover most of the first ginormous bill we received for bloodwork.  I'm talking about an $818 bill going down to $24.... HUGE DIFFERENCE!  I'm still waiting for an updated invoice to really feel in the clear, but it was a tender mercy and a little sunshine that we will make it through this and not become absolutely broke at the same time.

I probably won't have time to post again this next week so we wish you all a very Merry Christmas!  We look forward to 2013 and hope it brings happiness, peace and miracles!

Results

The results are in.  Thank you all for your prayers! We even heard that some people fasted for us! We really appreciate your love and we've felt your prayers.  After my freak out on Tuesday as I was getting ready for work on Wednesday, I really felt calm and that I would be okay with whatever the results would be.  My mom then flew in on Thursday to surprise my cousins and spend some time with us.  It was a busy weekend filled with a baptism, priesthood ordination, shopping, and lots of family fun!!  It was good to stay busy.

Also, I got to steal a baby. 

My aunt's sister's family from Spokane came down for the family filled weekend and they have a foster baby they are taking care of right now.  Little Peytin is 3 months old and so adorable.  And she LOVED me.  When I would hand her off to someone else, her eyes would follow me, wondering where I was going.  Stinking cute.

And then Monday was the test.  Unfortunately, the results came back as negative.  The IUI didn't take this month and we are not pregnant.  And we are both surprisingly fine with the results.  And I'm not saying that because I want you to think everything is hunky dory.  I wouldn't be afraid to write if things were terrible.  I blame all the prayers.  They may not have been answered as we had hoped, but they have provided a lot of peace and comfort.  We are honestly doing great.  Plus, a cold one always helps.

 December just isn't our month for pregnancies.  Two years ago I became pregnant on clomid and miscarried in December.  Last December is when miscarriage #2 was due. And this year we just have no dice.

I have no idea what the plan is now.  We will be taking a few months off to pay off the massive bills from all the testing that was done--- all which came back with normal results by the way.  Now THIS I am furious about (not about normal test results, but the massive bills).  My health insurance is the most worthless thing ever and is costing us terribly.    With all normal results on everything except my thyroid, I'd like to go to a regular doctor and follow up with him... so that it is in my network and can be covered by my insurance.  Seems like I should make sure that is in check before trying again, so I guess that's our plan.  Guess I do know what it is after all.  :)

Thank you again for your love and support.  Maybe next year we will have better luck and better news!

The Waiting Game

I think my life long lesson will always be patience... I guess with all the waiting I've done I still haven't reached a patience zen so here I am, waiting once again for something.  In this case I am waiting for next week's results.

I want this month to work

 So.

Freaking.

Bad.

And I'm afraid that it won't. I'm terrified that it won't work.  I'm freaking out that it won't work.  Or that it won't take or won't last.  And that all our money will be gone because we keep getting ginormous bills that I have no idea how we're going to pay. 

Not that the money is what is important here... it's the BABY.  I want a baby. I've wanted a baby since I was a baby.  And I've had to wait almost 27 years now to get one... if it works this month.  If not, the wait will continue for probably another couple years because we can't afford this again.  My emotions can't afford this again.  I am spent.

 

I hate the waiting game. The 2 weeks until you can pee on a stick.  In my case this month it's a blood test... hooray... i wish they had a frequent rewards card or something that would get the 10th blood test free.  Because I think I'd have at least 3 freebies by now.

*sigh*

And so we wait.  Hopefully the wait will end in a little miracle.   My little miracle.

I need a miracle.

Please keep praying for my miracle. 

Oregonian

Last week Dustin and I finally made the switch to Oregon drivers licenses and plates.  Our Utah plates expired at the end of this month so we grudgingly knew it was time.  Oregon makes you take the written test when you get an Oregon license and I hadn't taken that test in over 10 years!  So we did a little bit of studying and we both passed the test with flying colors.

Because we are officially Oregonians, I thought I'd write a few ways that I have become a true Oregonian:

• I like dogs.  I have always HATED dogs.  And now I like them.  I even want one.  Big dogs still scare me and I don't think I could ever have a big dog, but little puppies are so. freaking. cute.  A little terrier will be a part of our family hopefully in the next 5 years... when we have a house and the money for one!
• I am deficient in Vitamin D.  Curse you rain clouds!
• I use reusable grocery bags.  I'm so earth friendly.
• I like camping.  Everyone in Oregon likes camping.  Dustin and I had never been until this summer... and we went 3 times.  I love camping at the beach.  Maybe next summer we'll be more adventurous and do mountain camping.
• I buy local produce from our neighborhood farmer's market. We even participated in a summer long CSA.
• I hardly ever do my hair.  No one in Oregon ever cares what they look like. 

My heart will always belong to Utah, but for now, it is fun being an Oregonian!

IUI Update

Just thought I'd give some updates from my previous post.  I'm trying to blog more actively than letting it go and then never blogging because I have too much to write and don't know where to start.

Our mid cycle ultrasound showed that there are THREE follicles ripening very nicely.  My doctor informed us that that means we have a possibility of having TRIPLETS, but it's less than 1% of a chance.  She made sure we were aware of the possibility and asked if we would like to proceed knowing this information, to which I said YES.  3 follicles to me means that there are 3 chances of having at least 1 successful one.

My doctor also stressed the importance of getting my other blood work done about the recurrent miscarriages so we spent our Friday night doing blood work- 2 vials were done at my doctor visit because on the traumatizing day of 6 vials, the phlebotomist did the wrong size on some of them!  I then had 6 more vials done at the hospital that night for recurrent miscarriage diagnosis-- 8 vials in one evening! I got the results from some of my bloodwork on Monday and they are worried about varicilla.  Apparently I'm not immune to the chicken pox even though I had it as a child!  They said to go ahead with the insemination this month but if I do not get pregnant this month, then I'll need to get the vaccine and wait a month.  I also was low in my Vitamin D, which is not a surprise for living in Portland, but that's easy to fix with a supplement.

We decided to not do the HSG this month.  Between treatments and the DMV, we just don't have the funds this month.  Hopefully it works this first cycle and we won't have to do it at all!

My trigger shot was last night and this morning I got this:

So excited to see a smiley face!  That means the trigger shot worked and my insemination is scheduled for tomorrow!

Sometimes I wonder if I should feel weird about talking about insemination... cuz I don't feel weird.  I think it's because I'm talking about a medical procedure and not a hot steamy night that gets us pregnant.  Either way... in 2 weeks from tomorrow we will know if there is a baby Creer (or Creers) on the way!  I am excited and nervous and hoping and praying that it goes well!  We are basically putting all of our money and faith into this-- all chips are in!  I get scared that it won't work and that this will have been a waste.  I know that whatever the outcome is, it will be for a reason... I'm just hoping the outcome is what I want.  As easy as it is to say "it will be for a reason" right now, it will be VERY depressing.  Fingers have been crossed, prayers have been said, now all we can do is hope for the best!

thank you

I want to thank everyone who read my last post and sent such sweet comments or messages.  I really do appreciate all of you and your words of hope, prayers, and encouragement!!

Talking about infertility has not always been easy for me.  For a long time I was so mad at myself and my body for not working the way it is "suppose" to.  It made me feel like I have a huge flaw that I can't fix on my own.  And asking for help is not my strong point.  I'm very independent and like to do things on my own.  I even wear the pants in my marriage, there's no doubt about that. So going to a doctor for something that was supposed to be so easy was a huge struggle for me.  And for a long time I was very angry at EVERYTHING and EVERYONE.

When we lived in Utah, I didn't tell many people of our struggles.  Only our parents knew about our first pregnancy until I miscarried and then the rest of our families and a few friends were told.  The second pregnancy went a little longer so by 8 weeks after my first doctor appointment, we told more people and then had to tell them that I had miscarried a few weeks later.

I hated telling people. I hated the sympathy.  I felt like people just felt sorry for me.  They probably did.  They probably still do.   But I'm ok.  Things aren't always roses and rainbows, but I have worked through the anger and disappointment and have learned to be happy.  Sometimes I have bad days and I let myself be sad or angry or whatever, because I'm HUMAN and we all feel that way sometimes.  Opposition in all things, right?

When we moved to Portland I guess I figured I had a fresh start.  We weren't trying to have kids right away since we had zero health insurance and as I talked to the sisters in my new ward, I was able to find a lot of support and similar experiences.  There are a TON of women in my ward who have gone through infertility-- I don't feel so alone!  In Utah all you see are millions of women having babies all the time.  In Portland, people think it's crazy to have a baby so young.   And most of the dear sisters in my ward who have younger kids had a battle with infertility.

Finding support through these sisters and others who have gone through infertility really gave me comfort.  That's one of the main reasons I took my blog off from being private.  I don't imagine I'll ever be able to have a blog as amazing as Kenna's (let's face it, I'm just not as amazing as Kenna with all she's gone through and is STILL going through!), but I want to be a means of support to others who are going through hard times.  We all have a lot we can share and learn from each other.

Hopefully all my posts aren't depressing, but I hope that you can feel my sincerity and openness as I post about ALL the things that go on in our good life.  That's right, this is still a good life!  We have trials and opposition that come our way, but we can make it through them! I have no idea how fertility treatments will end for us.  We might never be able to get pregnant!  But we are hoping and praying and exercising faith that things will work out for the best.

And in the mean time, we'll enjoy this crazy adventure as best as we can. :)

So from the bottom of my heart,

THANK YOU.  

I hope you stay tuned.  I know I'm going to have to post about how this month goes now that I've explained opened it all up for discussion.

Fingers crossed it's good news. 

busting out the big guns

This October marked 3 years of trying to conceive for us... that's 36 months my friends.  36 cycles that didn't work out the way we wanted them to.  36 heartbreaks.

Now before you proceed further into this post, know that you will know the intimate details of my cycle whether you want to or not.  My boss and coworker know them as well as some people in the ward, and I'm not afraid to talk about them anymore, so go ahead, get to know me and my Aunt Flo.  We'll be official best friends.

My insurance through my work started in May so we decided to go see a doctor in June and start back on the clomid wagon in July.  I was hopeful that things would go similarly as before, with the exception that we'd end up with a baby in the end and not a miscarriage.  The doctor seemed nice enough and we ran some bloodwork in addition to doing a semen analysis for Dustin.  All things came back normal and being 20 pounds lighter, we were excited to start treatments again.  We put a  pause on "project look good" and moved forward to "project make a baby."  After all, this doc even had us doing day 21 progesterone tests to monitor ovulation... make sure the clomid was doing what it should.  How could we lose?!

And so we got excited.  July came and my BBT charts looked promising... day 21 results came back as low (meaning they said I didn't ovulate) and so we moved ahead to August.  Afterall, in both pregnancies I had from clomid, it was the 2nd round that did the trick.  This time we bumped the dosage up.  August's chart looked good and then day 21 results came in... and were lower than July.  Which means the doc wasn't very happy with me and now they wanted me to maybe do one more month but then send me off to a specialist.

I was starting to feel a bit crazy.  My charts were good, so something must be working, right?  Also, basically everyone I've ever talked to about infertility asked me if I was diagnosed with PCOS-- to which the answer is NO.  This doctor went over the usual symptoms with me: weight gain, increased hair (like on your neck or chin), depression, difficulty losing weight, and of course, infertility.  I sat there like, 'um, yes, those are all me.' and then he looked at me and said, 'meh, you look fine.'  REALLY?! That should have been my first clue to seek help elsewhere. 

But I didn't and so September was going to be the month, we just knew it.  We were on the higher dosage of clomid again and the charts looked good.  Day 21 progesterone results came back and... still low.  I was frustrated.  We had gotten so excited.  I even let myself start buying baby things.  And we were having no luck.  So in October we made an appointment at Oregon Reproductive Medicine to see a specialist while doing one final round of clomid in hopes that we could make a miracle.

The meeting with the specialist was fine.  She was very thorough on how the female cycle works with hormones and all that jazz and talked about things we could do to move forward-- There are more tests to be done and lots of money to be paid, but there is a plan in place that is more aggressive to make "project make a baby" work.  She also made me feel better about my progesterone draws.  She told me I was ovulating, that even if my results were "low", they were still above ovulation range, which means I wasn't crazy after all.  But she still didn't diagnose me with PCOS.  I even asked her about it--she said that because I generally have regular cycles that I probably don't have PCOS... though you CAN possibly be regular and still have it.  Blarg.

Infertility is depressing.  I won't lie.  There are many times that I have broken down and just couldn't take it anymore.  I had Dustin give me a blessing and I felt better, but the heartache that comes each month is always there.  When we were told about the more aggressive treatments we got excited-- "we could be pregnant next month!" was all we could keep thinking.

And then the end of October came when it was time to make a decision-- the proposed plan was to do up to 4 cycles of IUI with additional testing such as a hysterosalpingogram (HSG for short--its a big word for an x-ray dye test for your uterus/tubes to make sure all the lady bits are ok/not blocked), genetic testing, ovarian reserve testing, FSH/Estradiol testing, the works.

For those of you who don't know what IUI is, it is a fertility treatment that uses a catheter to place a number of washed sperm directly into the uterus. The goal of IUI is to increase the number of sperm that reach the fallopian tubes and subsequently increase the chance of fertilization.  It starts with a Day 1 (can be done days 1-3) ultrasound to get a general baseline.  Then a medication is taken days 3-7 and a Day 12 midcycle ultrasound is done to see how your ovaries are reacting to the medication-whether you're ready to ovulate or not.  Then comes the trigger shot-inducing ovulation.  Give it a day or and you're back in the office having the husband do his business so they can wash the sperm and get all the best ones ready to inseminate you a few hours later.  Wait 12-14 days and BAM, you have a baby.  At least, that's the plan.  In all actuality, we learned that chances of getting pregnant on our own is about 2%.  With IUI, it bumps it up to 20%.  Not super promising, but it's 1000% more of a chance of pregnancy that trying on our own.

 And it costs a lot.  Of course it's not as much as IVF, but it still has a pretty penny on it.  Not to mention that my health insurance covers NOTHING to do with infertility.

 So this decision of what to do for November was hard.  Christmas is coming up and with my brother's wedding in December, we had the unexpected cost of plane tickets to Utah for the holidays.  We also need to register our car in Oregon and get Oregon driver's licenses and that can cost a bit too.  Dustin's student loans this quarter aren't stretching as far as other quarters as well--he is taking an extra class/seminar this quarter to get a special certification for the Graston technique and we got him a chiropractic table since he is in adjusting classes now and needs to get a good feel for adjusting.  Money is tight.  That's how grad school goes, right?  If we waited a few more months, we could always lose more weight too and hope that that helps with fertility... So many factors to consider!

But we really want a baby.  I convinced myself that we would wait until January when we will be getting more student loans, promise of a tax return, and a Christmas bonus from work.  But every time I thought I was convinced, I really wasn't.  I would feel depressed.  And then the thoughts and excitement from our first appointment with the specialist came creeping back into my head--"we could be pregnant next month!"
And so I let that win.  Because I felt happy about it instead of depressed which is good enough for me!

And when my period started this week, we made the call for the baseline ultrasound.  I went in for it this morning and the ultrasound part was fine.  My uterine lining is fine and my ovaries have plenty of eggs in them.

What was TRAUMATIZING was the 6 vials of blood that they wanted for blood work!!!  I was not prepared for that.  My arms are known for being terrors when it comes to giving blood--remember how I was shunned away from the plasma center because my veins were deemed unsuitable?!  And now they wanted 6 vials.  Wow.  So I was poked once and got half a vial.  Then it stopped.  So I was poked again. And again.  And then we called for backup.  Where I was poked again, and then finally on the FIFTH attempt, we found a winner vein to complete the other 5 vials.  Seriously traumatic.  Especially when I had to check out and pay $563 for all the trauma.   (I told you it was a pretty penny)

Fail.

The good news is that I shouldn't have to do those nasty things again.  At least, I don't think so.  They were for fertility testing and now we know the results- my FSH and my Estradiol are both completely normal-meaning my ovarian reserve is just fine and I'm not menopausing anytime soon.  My TSH (thyroid) came back as HIGH (which I had tested before by lame doctor man who said it was normal), so I am starting on a thyroid medication tomorrow.  I'm kinda excited about that just because I've wondered if there was a problem with my thyroid for a while now (hello, I gained HOW many pounds?!), but was told it was normal.  I hope this really helps. Thyroid symptoms can also be similar to PCOS symptoms so maybe it's just a thyroid issue all along?  I dunno, guess we'll see!

I did get a prescription writeup thing to have MORE blood work done at a different clinic (that can take my insurance) for some tests that will check out possibly why I've had 2 miscarriages.  I might give that some time cuz after today's trauma, I'm gonna have to build up all my strength for that. 

I also have a prescription to start Femara which is like Clomid but with less side effects (um, hello, why didn't we pick that before?!).

This Friday I have my HSG and then next Friday will be my midcycle ultrasound.  In 26 days we can know if I'm pregnant or not! 

This is progress people!  The plan is in action and moving forward!  Sure, we'll be broker than broke when it's all said and done, but hopefully we'll end up with a bouncing bundle of joy in 9 months.  Fingers crossed, prayers said, good vibes sent out to the universe.

If things don't work out this cycle, we will take a break until at least January, maybe another month or so to boost up the funds again.  (Thank goodness for HSA money left over from Storesonline!!)

So there you have it-- the big guns have been busted out and we are attacking this fertility head on.  If you so feel the need or desire to pray for us, please do.  If you so feel the need to send us money, I'll give you our address hahaha.  We're hoping for the best and will keep you posted!

Finished Quilts

With Nathan and Adrienne's baby here now and the quilt finished and sent their way, I can now post pictures!! 

By the way, I'm making my blog no longer private for the time being... if weirdos try to start posting comments, then I'll change it back, but for now, anyone's welcome to take a gander. :)

I finished these quilts a while ago, but since I suck at blogging, you are just now getting the pictures.  Go ahead, marvel at my talents.  I'd love to hear that you think they're awesome. 

This first one is my "Cupcake Quilt" for our (hopefully) future lil cupcake!  As it was my first quilt I ever made, I'm pretty dang proud of it, even with all it's flaws!

This 2nd quilt is the Chevron Quilt I made for lil baby Audrey, Nathan and Adrienne's new bundle of joy out in Chicago.  It was a LOT more work than my cupcake quilt with all the little triangles, but I thought it turned out so cute! I fell in love with it!  And I basically came up with the pattern by myself (with the help of my friend Brittany) so I'm pretty dang proud of myself for that. Let me know if you'd like the dimensions and such for the pattern!

This last picture is the package I put together to send to the Chicago Jacks... a little something for everyone.  Something for mommy now that she can reach her toes; something for daddy to play with big brother to keep the manly feeling with another girl in the house; something for big brother to keep him warm when the new baby gets all the snuggles; and somethings of course for new baby including the quilt, hair bows, and a Tillamook Baby Loaf onesie (gotta represent Oregon).

Congrats Nathan and Adrienne and wahoo to me for finishing two quilts now!  Now I gotta get started on another project....

Epic Girls Day

Our friend Brittany moved to Portland and into our ward the end of January this year.  And she HATED Portland.  Her job was a 6 month minimum gig and she decided from the get-go that she would not be staying here past that.... though I tried to convince her many many times that she should stay.

Before she left, we put together an EPIC girls day filled with tons of fun things to do in Portland!
To save on time, I've decided to blog this day in captioned pictures only.  Enjoy!

The Waffle Window deliciousness.

Yolanda, Vicky, and Brittany enjoying their waffles.

Portland Saturday Market. I loved everything with Portlandia references, specifically the "Put a bird on it!"

So I had to buy a baby onsie with a bird on it... and Oregon.  I bought a blue one instead of this adorable pink since blue is more gender neutral.  This pink one was the most adorable one though!

Saturday Market Old Town. Brittany, me, and Yolanda

Brittany's haul from Powell's City of Books

I know this is a horrible picture of me, but we stopped at a 7-11 for  drinks and found this GIANT Rice Kripie treat! How crazy is that?!

Brittany and Yoland on the OHSU tram

Japanese Gardens

Yolanda and Vicky at the gardens

Practicing my geisha skillz.

Brittany and me... cuz I'm weird like that.

When in a Japanese Garden, make peace signs as Japanese tourists...

Portland Rose Garden.  All the roses were in full bloom and it was beautiful!

One of my favorites- a pink and yellow mix rose.

Me and Vicky striking a pose.

Finished off the epic day with BJ's Pizza and Pizookies!

We miss you Brittany and are so glad we got to hang out with you while you were here!!

Camping is in-tents

This summer we were able to take a camping trip with our ward at Cape Lookout which is super close to Tillamook, and it was AWESOME.  Like seriously, so awesome that it wasn't even like camping.  It was right by the beach with easy beach access, nice facilities such as a bathroom with running water, flushing toilets, and showers, and the camp sites were decently sized with a fair amount of privacy.  We had so much fun!  We roasted hot dogs and mallows for smores, and watched a beautiful sunset across the ocean.

Some kids from the ward invading our camp site

Brittany and Vicky. Tents set up and ready to party!

 Of course one of the best parts about camping is the FOOD and we had a most delicious breakfast!  Bacon, eggs, hashbrowns, all cooked over the fire, and peach dump cake cobbler from the dutch oven!

Brittany's sand dollar haul

 The next day we were able to pack everything up after our yummy breakfast and head to the beach for the day- walking in the water (which was surprisingly warm for Oregon coast), collecting sand dollars, and having a picnic lunch!

My sand dollar haul.  Rollin'!

Camping was SO great this week that we decided to go the next weekend as well, but with our friends Brittany and the Stanfords cuz the Stanfords weren't able to go to the ward campout.  We went to Barview Jetty, which is also close to Tillamook but north a bit, where the Tillamook Bay jetty is, and let's just say that this camping experience was not as great as the perfect one the week before.  We were NOT right on the beach, the facilities were only mediocre, and there were SO many people with campsites crammed right next to each other with hardly any privacy... dogs running through the site, bikers along the road. Yikes.  The Stanfords got there pretty late so they had to set up their tent in the dark but we tried to entertain the kids with roasting things on the fire.

The next morning we made another great breakfast of sticky rolls and egg strata and then packed everything up and headed to Rockaway Beach.  We made sure to bring our swimming suits this time, but the water wasn't as warm as Cape Lookout (Cape Lookout was just the greatest place ever).  We still had fun playing in the waves and little tide pools and exploring the cute downtown.

After we had our fair share of the beach, we went to the Tillamook Factory for some cheese, ice cream, and lunch. Yum!  Then Dustin and I with Brittany went down to McMinnville for the Yamhill County Fair Demolition Derby!  This Demo derby was TEENY TINY compared to the Utah State Fair one we are used to in Spanish Fork, but it was still fun and we were able to enjoy some fair food of elephant ears, funnel cake, and snow cones.  I have to say that it was my FIRST time every having an elephant ear and it was delicious! Who doesn't love a giant cinnamon and sugar scone?!  I also picked up a few cute little girl bows for my future lil cupcake (hopefully someday) and lil baby girl Jack coming in October.
 

Demo Derby parade of the cars