The Final Countdown-10 Weeks to Go!

Ok folks...so Jonathan and I are winding down our experience here in Dominica.  Exactly 10 weeks from today we will be boarding an airplane that is USA bound.  We are so excited about what this new chapter of our lives is going to bring, but part of us is also a little sad about leaving this island.  When we left the Bahamas after MERP, I did a "Top 10 Countdown" for our final 10 days.  I've decided to do something similar for Dominica, but I'll do it one week at a time (cuz ain't nobody got time for a new blog post every day for 10 days!).  These last few posts will be the last posts of this blog too.  We will no longer be "Caribbean Daydreaming".  We will be moving on to what promises to be a great adventure beyond this little island.  You can follow along with "the next chapter" at our new blog Thinking Positive.  So I hope you enjoy these last little tidbits from an Island Housewife!  Without further ado...

The #10 Thing I Will Miss About Dominica:

Community.  One thing that is so great about living here in Dominica and specifically in the Ross community is that you have a built in bank of people who are going through exactly what you're going through.  You don't have to look far to find someone whose husband is getting ready to take a really stressful exam, or someone who hasn't showered in 2 days because the water has been out, or someone who misses their family in the states exactly when you are dealing with those same "lemons" in your own life.  It's a bit like a 0-60 in under a second kind of situation when it comes to making friends because of that.  There have been positives and negatives to this...though the positives so far outweigh the negatives.  There are people here in Dominica which I only met in December of 2012 or later who I *know* will be our friends for life.  People we have only known less than a year of our lives!  So I will miss the intensity of new found friendships here.  There's no time to try and "feel someone out" in this community.  You just latch on and hang on for dear life and hope they're who you thought they were.  And praise God when you find out they are!  I will miss the close-knit-ness of our friend base.  How you can call someone at 5:00 and say "Hey wanna come over for dinner at 6:00?".  Wether your house is filthy...even if you haven't even figured out what the heck you're  cooking...and they come over anyway and you sit and talk for hours.  I will miss the casualness of our friendships here.  Nothing frilly...outings that are usually not planned more than a few hours (at *most* a day) in advance...no makeup, workout clothes and messy hair, dirty feet, and MacGyver-ed dinners.  That is our life here in Dominica!  And I'm not sure how we will transition back into the daily routine of *not* being able to live like that back in the states.  I mean...I'm sure we will manage...but man we will miss this community and the impactful people we have met.  We can only pray that we would cross paths with them again along this crazy journey, and make a concerted effort to keep these special people as close to us as we can in the coming years we will likely spend apart.  After all...we've all become experts at maintaining long distance friendships haven't we??

The #10 Thing That Will Be Awesome About Living in the USA Again:

PATRICK and MATILDA!!  Man we are SO excited about setting up shop somewhere and getting to have our precious fur babies with us!  We have missed having them in our house SO much and we can't wait to get back into the routine of them living with us again.  I was really skeptical about my ability to live an entire year plus without my girl by my side...it has been TOUGH, let me tell ya.  So tough, in fact, that the 2 times I've gone home in the last 14 1/2 months I cried a few times just snuggling with her in bed because I missed her so much.  I miss that puppy smell behind her shammy ears, I miss scooping up my little chunky kitty and giving him neck sugars.  I miss Sunday afternoon family nap time with the 4 of us all snuggled up in our big cozy bed.  Our little family just hasn't been the same without them.  Just writing about that makes me even more anxious to bring ourselves and a little bit of Dominica home to them for good...

So there ya have it.  Our 2 number tens on the list.  Stay tuned for next week's number nines!

The Accidental Death of Candy

So, my friends, a noteworthy event happened today in Kindergarten.  The stretching of Mrs. Womack's comfort zone and the death of a dear class pet (ahem...lizard) named Candy.  Today we came back up to the treehouse after lunch and the kids were SUPER sugared up.  Today was their pseudo Valentine's Day (since tomorrow is a field trip to Crescent Moon Farm) and they had all eaten their fill of candy from this morning and cookies from yesterday's Kid's Activity on campus.  So I decided to let them burn off a little energy before we started our reading block.  They had caught a second lizard (who has lovingly been named Sven Rainbow Smack) and wanted to have him join Candy in The Lizard Sanctuary (aka-a terrarium that was the former home of hermit crabs).  But upon opening the cage to put Sven Rainbow Smack in, Candy leapt out!

Now I have to let you know, for your mind's eye's sake, that all the kids I had up at the treehouse were girls (we were missing our only boy).  So when Candy leapt from her plastic prison, the blood curdling screams commenced.  From them AND from me!  She was running all over my bathroom so Lovise had the grand idea to grab the top to the cake tupperware from the kitchen to trap her under.  Success!!

Now...to find a way to put Sven Rainbow Smack and Candy into The Lizard Sanctuary together without either one of them jumping out.  The plan was to put Sven Rainbow Smack in first.  He seemed to be the least excitable of the two.  Though the task was a little tricky, it was a success!  Jozlyn and Helena had been given the task of keeping Candy firmly trapped under the cake tupperware top until it was her turn to enter The Lizard Sanctuary.  There was so much excitement when Sven Rainbow Smack was finally apprehended that some pushing of the cake tupperware happened.  And, in the style of a meat grinder, Candy's tail got smooshed under the edge of the cake tupperware.  And then some more scooting commenced and her body was...well...see for yourself:

If you just said "Ew" in your head, you're right.  It was pretty gruesome.  What you're *not* seeing is that Jozlyn and Simay have both gasped and turned away while Solveig, Helena, and Lovise are all three staring on in horror with mouths agape.  You're also not seeing the tail still wiggling and Candy's mouth opening and closing.  The kids had a moral dilemma on their hands because they all thought she was still alive but none of them thought she had much hope for long term survival...

Teachable moment:  "She's really dead, guys.  Sometimes little animals still have nerves that are working even after they're dead and those nerves make their body parts keep moving for a while.  But she's totally dead.  Let's get some paper towels and scoop her up and put her in the trash..." :(

"But Mrs. Womack, we have to bury her!"  "Yeah!"  "She needs a funeral!"  "She needs a coffin!"  "We have to dig her a grave!"  "We should sing her a song!"

Ok, ok.  But *I* am not touching her.  Here's a cupcake liner cup you can use for a coffin.  Y'all figure it out...

Success!  Then out they went to find a proper resting place for their beloved class pet...

Now it's time to get ready for her "memorial service".  Lovise decided that everyone needed to say a few words about Candy.  Simay suggested they sing "Waves of Mercy"....

And so, while trying not to giggle audibly, I recorded their little funeral.  It's adorable...and VERY serious mind you.  When I can get my phone to sync up, I'll post it here.  Solveig and Simay both said "I Like Candy", Lovise said "She was a very nice and sweet lizard and we all loved her."  Jozlyn said "She walked a lot.  She played a lot."  Helena was a little reluctant to say anything nice about Candy (even though Lovise told her she had to), but finally she mustered the courage to say "We all liked her".  

And so goes the story of how Candy the lizard went to lizard heaven.  Her mangled body is buried in a cupcake liner cup somewhere in my front yard.  Poor Sven Rainbow Smack has a look of terror in his eye in The Lizard Sanctuary.  Hopefully he won't suffer the same fate... o_O

The Unexpected Becomes the New Plan

Ok, so LOTS has happened in these past 4 1/2 weeks since we've been back on the island.  Plans have changed drastically and our world looks a little different so far this semester.  And the coming months are going to look MUCH different than we thought they would (what's new??).  So bear with me as I lay this all out for you.  I'll tell you what our original plans were (Plan A) and then I'll tell you the new plan (Plan B):

#1

Plan A-Jonthan completes Semester 4 on April 25th and begins studying for his Step 1 (his first and most important national board exam to become a doctor).  He returns to the states sometime in mid June to take the Step and then begins Semester 5 in Miami on June 23rd.  Rachel stays in Dominica to finish out the academic school year which ends the last Friday in June and then she returns to the states to get things squared away for clinical rotations.

Plan B-Well...Jonathan still completes Semester 4 on April 25th, and he will still begin immediately studying for his Step 1 exam.  *But* he and I BOTH will be returning to the states in the last week in May!  Some things got tossed around at my job at the prep school.  Suffice to say that after much contemplation, Jonathan and I decided that working there was not good for my state of mind or my health.  It was shaping up to be a pretty miserable working environment.  So after receiving a pretty upsetting email (which I will not go into detail about) on the morning we were leaving Puerto Rico to return to Dominica, he and I decided we were all done with the prep school and would be leaving at the end of April.   Ok, so new Plan A.

#2

Plan A-The Womacks return to the states in the last week of April and Jonathan starts immediately studying for the Step 1 exam in the states.  He takes Step 1 sometime in the second week of June and then Rachel and Jonathan together go to Miami for Semester 5 in late June.  We return to OKC in August and begin the process of IVF (read my new blog for details about that).  Jonathan begins clinicals in September.

Plan B-Well...Ross decided to move the start date for Semester 5 up to June 1st.  So in order for Jonathan to have the appropriate amount of time to study for Step 1 (which is arguably the most important test of his life), he would have to be taking the Step in the middle of his 5th semester.  Either that or he would have to rush through and take Step 1 less than 4 weeks after his comprehensive final here at Ross.  While we KNOW he is going to totally rock the Step, we don't want to risk even 1 point on it.  So neither of those options worked for us.  The advantage to trying desperately to make this upcoming 5th semester work is that he would match (ostensibly) with a residency in 2016.  The reality of that notion is that it is practically impossible for Jonathan's current class to match in 2016.  Or if you miraculously do, you have to sacrifice some potentially great learning opportunities and networking opportunities because you have to scramble and get the majority of your clinicals done before May 31st of next year.  He wants to be more selective in his rotations.  We believe that will boost his CV...which is critical when he's wanting to specialize.  So Plan B is that we are deferring our 5th semester and we won't start until September 15th.  I was asked to help with a homeschooling co-op here in Dominica and therefor agreed to stay and help teach until the end of May.  So once I'm done there, we will be returning to OKC...

"Ok Womacks, so what now?  What are you doing between April 26th and September 15th?"

Ok, so get ready.  God really did a number on our plans!  At first I was really annoyed and Jonathan was having to talk me out of going to administration at Ross and giving them a piece of my mind.  But thankfully Jonathan is so much more logical and even keeled about things...he laid the picture out beautifully for me and now I'm REALLY excited about what's to come in 2014!  So here goes...

April 25th - Jonathan takes COMP (Comprehensive Final...he has to get a passing score here in order to register to take Step 1)

April 28th - Jonathan begins his intensive study time for Step 1, Rachel continues teaching with the co-op

May 27th - Rachel and Jonathan leave the island for good and return to OKC

May 29th - Jonathan hunkers down in OKC to finish his last 2-3 weeks of studying for the step

2nd Week in June - Jonathan takes Step 1

June 16th - First appointment with OU Infertility to plan our IVF!!

June, July, August -  IVF Treatments and procedures with a hopeful transfer date sometime around the 1st or 2nd week of August or sooner

September 15th - Jonathan and (a hopefully pregnant) Rachel go to Miami for 6 weeks for Jonathan's 5th semester

October 31st - Jonathan completes Semester 5 and can begin his clinical rotations any time after this date

**GIANT ADVANTAGE TO PLAN B** 

Jonathan gets to be completely and totally responsibility free from the time he takes Step 1 until September 15th.  Effectively freeing up all 3 months for he and I to focus on our IVF cycle!!  Also, since we are now shooting for a residency match in 2017, Jonathan will be able to be much more selective about his clinical rotations.  And an additional bonus there is if we are successful in getting pregnant during this IVF cycle (*crossing fingers*), he will have much more flexibility in his time schedule for when the baby(ies) comes.  We won't have to worry about him not being able to be there for the delivery.  Hallelujah!

After October 31st, who knows where we will be!  The loose plan is that we will rent an apartment or house in OKC that will be our "home base".  We are seriously considering buying or renting an RV for Jonathan to travel around to rotations in, but that's not hard and fast at this point.  A lot is weighing on the success or failure of our IVF cycle this summer.  That could change everything!

We will keep you posted as we go through the year.  For now, if you're the praying type, please add us to your prayer list!  What a big year of changes 2014 is going to be for the Womacks...no matter what...

A Guide to Speaking Dominica

So I guess it's been a minute since I last blogged...sorry!  Jonathan and I went home for our 3 1/2 week break and are now back in full swing here in Dominica.  We are finishing up our last semester here on the island which is CRAZY to think about.  At the end of May we will be leaving the island for good and heading back to the states to start the clinical portion of his M.D. before applying for residency.  God kept reassuring us that this daunting task of "4 years of med school" was going to fly by and be completely worth the sacrifice.  And He wasn't lying!  Jonathan has been in med school for a little over a year and has completed over a year and a half of work toward his M.D.  Amazing!  There are LOTS of things that await us in 2014...lots of changes, lots of excitement.  We are ready to keep pressing forward into our bright future!  More details to come about our plans in the coming months, but for now I thought I'd keep it on the light side...

Here in Dominica, the locals mostly speak English that is laced heavily with Creole accent and slang. Patois (which is much like French Cajun...) is spoken intermittently as well.  After living here for over a year, I've gotten pretty accustomed to their slang and their terminology.  It took a while though!  So, for your enjoyment, here are some tips on "Speaking Dominica"

Irie (eye-ree) - This word can be used as a response to "How are you?", a greeting when you're feeling good, or a general term for "Chill out man, everything is alright."

"I Cool" - This phrase can be interchanged with Irie to express a feeling of contentment.  "How are you today Peter?"  "I cool, mon, I cool."

Vexed - Oh no, you should never be vexed.  This can be a state of mind, or an action.  If you yourself (or someone you know) is vexed, it means they are REALLY not happy.  If you are being vexed by someone, it means they are wishing you ill or angry with you and wanting you to be punished.  Sometimes if a Dominican is feeling particularly "vexed" they might even say they are "bexed"...that's Patois for "really stinkin' pissed"...

Pear - It's not the fruit that you think it is.  It looks and tastes nothing like a Bartlett pear or anything similar.  A pear in Dominica is an avocado.  And the avocados are MASSIVE here...

Jelly Nut - This is a coconut at a specific point of "gestation".  The insides are like jelly...not like the dried stuff you can find at the grocery store.  They are yellow on the outside.

Breze (breezy) - This is the general blanket term used to describe any and all laundry detergent.  I'm guessing it's because this brand might have been the one and only brand sold here for a long time.  It's basically grated up laundry soap in a plastic sealed bag (kind of like what you find brown sugar in).  To use it in a sentence like the Dominicans do, "I going to put it in de breze wata..."  Translation: I'm going to wash it with detergent.

Biscuit - Not like Jimmy Dean style.  A biscuit is a cookie here in Dominica...

Paw Paw - a papaya

For True - This means kind of like "Definitely" or "That's right".  Dominicans also us it as a surprised expression like we would use "Really?!"  For instance, "I saw her kissing that boy over there!"  "Oh no...for true??"  They also use it in the affirmative as in "Apple starts with the letter A Mrs. Womack!" "For true!"

Vest - This is the term Dominicans use for tank tops that you wear as underwear.  So like what I would call a "camisole" or a tank, they would call a vest.

Baggy - Learned the hard way that baggy doesn't mean like a ziploc bag here in Dominica.  Baggies are little kid underpants...

"Born Drunk" - This is a term (which sounds derogatory but really isn't) for a child who was born with fetal alcohol syndrome.

Not So - This term is used like we would use the term "Isn't that right?"  For instance, "There is milk at the grocery store today, not so?"

Provisions - This is a blanket term to describe anything on a plate of food that is not the "main course".  We would say "sides"...

Bajou - There's that French Cajun connection.  Bajou is how you say hello in Patois.  Sound a little like bonjour??

Sakafet - I'm not entirely sure on the spelling of this (I'm not sure the Dominicans all really agree on the spelling either).  But sakafet means "How are you?"  To which you might respond "Irie mon" or "I cool, mon, I cool"

Okay - This was a term I had to get used to.  When you pass a Dominican on the street, usually (if you don't know them personally) they look a little mean.  But the second you smile and say Good Morning!, Good Afternoon!, or Good Night! (i.e.-good evening), they light up with huge sweet smiles and say "Okay!".  Wait...what?  It sounds a bit like they're saying "Ok whatever you crazy white chick."  But really, that's an affirmative acknowledgement that they heard your greeting and are returning it...

Bonswa - This means goodnight. We say this to our favorite driver Peter whenever he drops us off in the evening.  Sounds a bit like bon soir, not so??


So there you have it.  Several of the Dominican terms we hear quite often around here.  Hope you guys enjoyed!  Bonswa!

Cue the Ugly Cry...

I don't know what it is about this week.  I'm being pelted by emotions in regard to teaching.  If you didn't know, before I became an island housewife, I was a middle school band director.  Yes, you read that right.  I *did* say Middle School and I *did* say band.  Was I crazy??  Yes probably.  But I was crazy in love with those crazy kids.  I still am.  I still quote their silly sayings, funny stories come to mind and I still laugh out loud sometimes, I see pictures of them on Facebook doing amazing things from time to time and my heart just soars (and sometimes it breaks because I can't believe I've got kids who will be seniors next year who were at one time my middle school babies!...they're growing up WAY too fast...).  Teaching at Keller was my first job.  I started that program from the ground up under the direction of my amazing boss, Diane, who honestly trusted me way more than I trusted myself to do that job.  I was a brand new baby teacher having to make decisions about how to spend a $60,000 budget to start up a band program.  I had no idea where to even begin!

That first year was rough.  It was the year of a new president, the swine flu, and hurricane Ike.  The learning curve was literally STRAIGHT up.  It was all I could do to keep my head above water...I was racing to try and keep up with my students!  I worked my tail off.  Put in 12 hour days 5-6 days a week sometimes.  Somehow, by the grace of God alone, I survived that year.  And even better than that, my principal was thrilled with the end product I had created and was so encouraging about what she was expecting for the next year.  So, weary as I was, I tackled another year.  And then another.  And it got better every year...

Each class of kids brought it's own challenges.  In every class there were those very special students who are literally imprinted on my heart forever.  They weren't always the "best musicians" in my class. Sometimes they were, sometimes they weren't.  The kids who had profound impacts on me were the ones who were full of heart.  And let me tell you, I had a TON of kids with heart.  I taught in a Title I school in a low income community.  And before I got there, the mentality was "Well, it would be nice if *those* kids could do a little band.  Something's better than nothing.  But they probably won't compete with the other middle schools in the area."  HA!  In 4 years, I raised the bar on performance with those kids.  I had 6th graders competing against 7th and 8th graders in All-City tryouts and holding their own.  One even made alternate...he beat out 8 other 7th and 8th grade tubas to get there!!  My groups went to solo and ensemble and pulled I's!  They went to Concert and Sight Reading and kicked butt and took names.  We played a very advanced program my last year and we had a curmudgeonly old band director (who was RARELY "blown away") blown away.  She was actually flustered when she came up to talk with the kids because she couldn't believe they'd pulled off what they had just played.  And then in addition to that, my first big class of kids to hit the local high school were snagging marching spots over upperclassmen!  And they were killing it!!  

So if you can't tell, I'm sort of like a proud mama.  Me and those crazy kids went to war and back man. I kicked their butts and they rose to the challenge.  I threw things at them that they shouldn't have been able to handle and they killed it.  I take NO real credit for any of that, though, because I believe whole heartedly that I was just a woman blessed to be in the right place at the right time with the world's best bunch of band kids.  It's just unheard of.  Really.  And my heart can't contain the joy I feel when I see them succeeding now.  I saw a picture of my illustrious tuba player carrying his tuba off the stage after a performance not too long ago.  And I couldn't stop the tears.  Proud doesn't really describe it...

I've got a student who has undergone surgery for scoliosis.  She is the picture of grace and strength and she has grown into a beautiful young lady.  And yes, she's a lady.  No longer a child.  I wish she, and all her classmates, would slow down a minute...I can't keep up!  God really did overwhelm me with blessings while I taught those little monsters.  I'm a better woman for it!  My sweet little Emily (that *lady* I spoke about) posted this on my wall today:

"I went to Keller today and went to the band hall, and took a picture of this qoute in the hallway before they demolished the building .... then I walked into my first ever band class and so many memories came back to me. This is were I learned to play my first and only instrument the flute. I learned from the best band teacher in the world and that was Mrs.Womack! I am so thankful to have had this woman as my first ever band teacher. She was more than that honestly. And I really really miss her. Even though I'm not in band anymore I will still be forever thankful for all that she taught me. Love you Miss!"

How could I not bawl after reading that??  This tattered old quote is what you see when you walk out the door of my band hall.  It was painted by the first art teacher at Keller in an attempt to make our "gently used" building (that was built in like 1954) a little more homey while we waited for the bond to be pushed through to build us a new building.  They are in the process of demolishing that building now and building a new one in its place.  That room, full of so many good memories, will be rubble in a few months.  That seriously makes my heart hurt.  There was something magical that happened in that room those 4 years.  I'm blessed to have had a part in it.  And I can't contain my excitement for what the future holds for all my babies.  Yes, they're my babies!  They saw me through some rough times, they held me up, made me better, challenged me.  And I wouldn't be the same today if I hadn't gotten the amazing opportunity to call myself their teacher!  I always told them that in my room they would learn to work as a team, how to set goals and meet them, how to challenge themselves...and I hoped they'd learn how to play an instrument along the way too.  It was more important to me that they become upstanding men and women...it was just a HUGE fringe benefit that they were also spectacular musicians that made my job look easy!

Once a Keller Ranger...Always a Keller Ranger!  To say I am *proud* of all of you is the understatement of the century...

SO MUCH love to my crazy band kids!

Mrs. Womack

Authenticity At Its Finest...

Lately I feel like I'm being left behind...

I feel like I'm smooshed under a giant weight that I can't shake.  I can't wiggle from beneath it.  I can't even push it off my chest for a minute to gasp for air.  I feel like a dog tethered to a pole...mere feet from the most delicious steak I've ever seen.  I want it so badly.  I can taste it.  But I just can't get to it.  Even if I got the world's best running start, that darn pole and the chain restraining me would whip me painfully back into reality the second I got too close.

I. Want. A. Baby.  How many times can I write about it before you stop choosing to read my sobs?  The want sucks the very life from me sometimes.  There are hours that I lie in bed or sit in my chair and float off to dreamland where my sweet angel is in my arms.  I am rocking my baby so sweetly and quietly just waiting for Daddy to get home.  It's peaceful, serene, and I feel complete.  It's more than a daydream.  That picture gets more vivid every day!  And I can't help but wonder if, instead of that picture being a truthful reality in my future, I'll just spiral into some psychotic fugue state where I don't know which end is up.  Am I crazy?  Will this want *make* me crazy??  It's not as though I want something completely ridiculous or inconceivable (well I guess so far it's been technically inconceivable...).  I. Want. A. Child.

A dear friend of mine recently had a sweet baby boy.  He's beautiful.  And the day he was born my heart just soared for her!  My first question: How does it feel to be a mommy?  Her answer:

Oh my gosh it was the most overwhelming feeling I've ever had. As soon as I felt them lift him out and showed him to me over the curtain I just started crying from all the emotions I was having! It is amazing!  It's such a blessing and confirmation of who I'm supposed to be as a person...

In one instant after reading that text I had two VERY intense feelings.  First, an overwhelming excitement for my sweet friend.  A blissful happiness for the beauty she is experiencing.  I told her "It's what you were created for after all!", to which her response was, "You were too!".  

And in that same instance, the breathe was sucked right from my body.  I couldn't breathe.  Not a single muscle in my face moved, but an avalanche of tears began streaming down my face.  It wasn't because my dear friend acknowledged my want.  She knows what Jonathan and I have been through trying to conceive and she knows me at my core.  No, it wasn't because of the acknowledgement.  It was terror.  Overwhelming terror.  Because even though I can say until I'm blue in the face that I'm "trusting the plan", my poor ignorant human heart is overwhelmingly influenced by the idea that maybe, even though I believe to the core of my being that I was indeed created for motherhood, I will never feel complete in this lifetime.  Because lets be real.  It's certainly a possibility.  I can't see the future...can you?

I think I've been saying for the last 2 years that I think "our time is near".  Every month I tell Jonathan with a sweet smile that "this could be our month".  When the middle of my cycle comes, I think "Could this one be Maggie?  Is this egg my Greysen?".  And even though I'm grateful to be having a normal cycle for the first time maybe ever, and I'm actually ovulating thanks to 0.25mg of a "magic pill" once a week, when that fateful "Day 1" starts, I am crushed.  Can you imagine?  I have been crushed somewhere in the ballpark of 50 times in the last 4+ years.  Back to back to back.  Crushed.  And I stupidly am at it for more immediately after.  I brush myself off, Jonathan helps me dry my tears, and we start charting that BBT again.  Nearly every morning for the last 4 years I wake up thinking about conceiving while taking my basal body temperature.  I stumble to the bathroom and take my prenatal vitamin which makes me mildly queasy all day long.  And I've spent hours on the internet calculating possible due dates, ovulation days, luteal phases, and doing more research on reproduction, pregnancy, and labor/delivery than I care to share.  I could write the book by now...

If you've spoken with me personally about my struggle with infertility, chances are you got "Resilient Rachel".  You probably got the rehearsed response of, "We know God has a plan and we are holding fast to that.  It's going to happen in His perfect timing!" <---insert exclamation points and smiley emoticons.  What you haven't heard is what I'm really thinking behind that porcelain resilient outer shell.  When you say "I'm praying for you!  I know you're going to be a mommy soon...I can feel it!", I'm really thinking this:

"Can you really feel it?  Please tell me you have some sort of direct line and that you're getting something that I'm not getting.  Because each month I swear I hear Him say 'Rachel, how much more will I bless you my child?', and yet each month it's a hard and fast no to my heart's most deep seated desire.  So I'm beginning to think that the 'still small voice' I'm hearing is just my ridiculously intense desire to be a mommy manifesting itself into some sort of weird subterfuge.  I could spend my life saying 'I think our time is near' and draw my last breath with empty arms.  Then what?  What does my life look like then?  A mask of happiness and content worn over a defeated and empty me.  A life not fulfilled.  A soul incomplete for the entirety of my time on earth because I never got to feel what it feels like to wrap my arms around my baby.  I never got to do what I was created for..."

And even though on the outside it looks like I'm doing a phenomenal job of keeping the faith, when that self talk starts, I lose it inside.  That plastered on smile has become second nature to me.  Because really what I want to do when you tell me that you know I'm supposed to be a mother...is break into an ugly cry and wither into a puddle on the floor.  I want you to feel how much my heart and soul hurt when I think that maybe this will never happen for me.  Adoption is a no, we have yet to be able to conceive, and fertility treatments are astronomical for a double income family...let alone a single income family living off of little more than student loans.  All the doors are shut.  It will take nothing short of a miracle if we are to become parents.  I know, I know.  Conception is a miracle in itself.  But seriously.  When you've been trying for 4+ years, when you've suffered an ectopic pregnancy and had to sign papers to snuff out the one life you managed to miraculously conceive, when you've been through countless prodding and invasive (yet unsuccessful) fertility treatments.  When all of those things happen and you're still right where you were 4 years ago...  You get the picture I'm sure...

Some days I feel like I'm becoming hardened to this.  Like maybe what's really happening here is I'm morphing into this sad shell of myself.  I sometimes feel like I'm in danger of losing who I am in the midst of this struggle.  Because who I am right now is a longing mother.  I am a mother without a child.  A mommy without a baby.  Is that who I'm fated to be forever?  The unfulfilled dreamer?  The sad shell of Rachel Womack whose dream never came true for real?  Oh that hurts my insides.  Surely that can't be true...

And yet...

Even if it makes me a masochist, I go right on hoping with every fiber of my being that one day my eyes will see those two pink lines again.  I go on clinging to this dream I have for me and Jonathan.  And there are days that I drift off into that dreamland of my ghosted future and I think, "Well...if God grants me this, happy just doesn't cut it as a describing word.  I seriously might just explode."  And I might.  I might just explode.  I'm not sure my heart could contain the joy.  There would be nothing fake or inauthentic about the plastered on smile you would see on my face.  Deliriously happy.  Deliriously. Ecstatic.  You might just see that glimmer of the old Rachel Womack coming back into clarity...

Wait With Me,

30 Before 30

Today is my birthday!  I turn 29 today.  Today marks the last birthday of my 20's.  So I decided that since this year is certain to bring lots of big things (i.e.-our move back to the states, Jonathan starting clinicals, etc.) I should really make it a big year and check some things off my bucket list.  I'll be honest, I've never really written a true bucket list.  I totally copied the "A Walk to Remember" bucket list when I was a teenager, but lord only knows where that is now!  I think I've got a bit of a unique opportunity living where me and Jonathan live now to do this.  I can blend my "Dominica Bucket List" with my "30 Before 30" list!

Just so you know, though, this is not some lame list with things like "Learn to Forgive Yourself" on it.  They are tangible things that I can actually check off.  So here they are in no particular order:

1) Night Time Dip at Screws Spa -- If you're here in Dominica, you know what this is.  If you're not here, don't get too thrown off by the "Screws" part.  It is NOT what you think! ;)  But it IS a natural sulphur spring and I've heard its incredible at night!

2) Own a Pair of Manolos, Jimmy Choos, or a Coach Purse -- Ok so this one is going to take some sacrificing since we are on a budget y'all.  But it's happening.  Seriously...  Done and Done!  My mama bought be a Coach for Christmas!!

3) Get a Tattoo -- For those of you that are hyperventilating right now (Mom, Bernice, Pa...) don't freak out.  I'm not gonna go crazy.  But I've been mulling this over for a REALLY long time.  Like years.  And what better time to pull the trigger?  Seems like once I have kids it will be ridiculous to get one.  I promise it will be tasteful.  This is kind of an example of what I want:

It may or may not be on my foot, but it will definitely be inconspicuous.  Possibly in white ink.  Because it will really just be for me!  If you can't read it, it's the last line of the Footprints in the Sand poem that says "It was then that I carried you..."  I probably won't get the silly looking footprints, but I think that quote is so apropos for what this experience has been for us.  The 2 years we will have spent in the Caribbean that changed our lives forever!

4) Buy Stock and Learn About the Market -- I thought about doing this last December when the stock for my dad's company started doing really well.  As far as I know, it's still fairly stable.  So I want to buy some and see what happens... Done and done!  Jonathan and I bought into the bit coin market!

5) Run a 10K -- Ok, so maybe this doesn't seem all that ambitious.  I would LOVE to put "Run a Marathon" or at least "Run a Half Marathon" on this list, but I have to be a little realistic I think (feel free to bust my chops and try to convince me otherwise...).  I've already run a 5K, and I'm planning to run another one in December of this year (that could possibly turn into #5 being checked off and I could bite the bullet and do a 10K instead).  Running the 5K was really gratifying and I want to run another (or maybe this 10K) with my hubby.  I don't think I could appropriately train for a Marathon/Half Marathon in the time that I have since I'm working full time and moving inernationally this year, but there IS an outside chance I could make it happen.  But in light of my current circumstances, I think a 10K is a reasonably challenging goal...

6) Go on a Random Road Trip -- I want to pack up the car, grab my puppy and the hubs, and then drive until it feels right.  And just stop wherever, stay wherever, and do whatever.  No plans.  Just a weekend getaway where the only thing on the agenda is to GO.  Maybe even roll the dice to decide which direction we go!  Now THAT could make for an interesting blog post...

7) Quit Drinking Soda Pop for 365 Days -- I really need to do this anyway.  Maybe this will help me lose that last pesky 10-15 pounds to get me to my "healthy weight"!  And crap...this starts today... o_O Fail.  $30 to RESOLVE... :-/

8) Write Letters to My Immediate Family Telling Them Why I Love Them -- Better get on this one...I've got my work cut out for me!

9) See an Opera -- Seems crazy that this would be on my list.  Especially since I was a music major in college.  But can you believe it??  I have NEVER actually watched an opera!  Yes, yes, of course I've HEARD one...from the pit that is.  I've played at more operas than I can count or that I can remember.  But I REALLY want to actually see one.  La Traviata is my most favorite opera...would love to see that one.  But really any opera would do!

10) Travel to 2 States in the US That I Haven't Been To -- This eliminates every state in the south and much of the midwest and northeast (since I've lived in all those places).  The states I'm lacking are: Connecticut, Idaho, Indiana, Iowa, Kentucky, Minnesota, Montana, Nebraska, Nevada, North Dakota, South Dakota, West Virginia, Wisconsin, Wyoming, Hawaii, Alaska.  Welp...guess I've got my work cut out for me on this one since NONE of those states are anywhere near where I call home...

11) Paint a Painting -- And yes, I'll count it if I FINALLY go to Painting with a Twist or something similar since I'm lame and have never done that either.  So Sara...I think you're employed to help me with this one... ;)

12) Make a Baby -- Yep.  I'm putting it here.  It's a bit risky...since clearly I don't have a lot of control over this.  But it's time...it's past time.  We're gonna make a baby or get a REALLY legit answer as to why this can't happen within this year.  Hoping and praying that my last year before 30 sees the creation of our sweet Greysen or Maggie!

13) Eat at a Restaurant Where Someone From Top Chef is the Chef -- Tim Love doesn't count (though I'll be visiting him hopefully in December/January).  I want to eat at a restaurant owned and/or operated by someone from Top Chef.  

14) Start "A Small Metal Box" -- Check out THIS blog to see what this is about.  The money we save will be for me and Jonathan's 10th anniversary trip (which I would LOVE to be an Alaskan cruise!) Done and Done!  And we are making some serious bank... ;)

15) Learn How to French Braid -- Elise, you and Solveig might be employed with this one.  It is ridiculous that I don't know how to do this, but I'm determined to learn.  I think once I figure out how to do it on someone else's head, I'll be able to figure out how to do it on my own head...Oh I am SO excited about this!  Thanks Solveig and Alex!

16) Photograph My Grandparents Together -- So I saw this on someone else's blog and I LOVED it.  You know, photojournalism has only really come out with any popularity in the last 8-10 years.  I would venture to guess that there are very few of us older than 15 whose grandparents have pictures of them being themselves.  Candid.  In love!  Oh how I wish I had pictures like that of my Gammy and Daddy Ronchal or of Jonathan's Grandaddy and Grandmommy.  My sweet Mimol and Pa just celebrated 57 years of marriage and Jonathan and I will be seeing them in December.  I want to get my hands on a fancy camera (or a great photographer) and take the two of them somewhere and take some candid photos of them just being in love.  I want some black and whites, some sepias, I want some pics of them dancing, of my Pa kissing Mimol on the cheek...the works!  This is SO happening...

17) Take My Husband Sailing -- Oh I'm sure he's smiling right now reading that one!  Yes, he's wanted to for years and I've been a stick in the mud about it.  My only stipulation is that I want a super cute sailing outfit with shoes to match... We went out on a catamaran around the bay in Dominica where we live on 5/16/2014

18) Actually Start AND Finish Either P90X or Insanity -- Sheesh...that's a bit heavy Rach...are you sure??  Yes.  I've been saying it way too much and I need to put my money where my mouth is.  Again...Sara...you may be employed to help me check this one off... o_O 

19) Finish Turning My Blog Into a Coffee Table Book -- I'll count this one as long as it's finished...even if it's not printed.  Cuz I kinda think I'll want the final follow up to this list to be in there too...

20) Learn to Crotchet and Make an Afghan to Prove It -- If you're a crocheter...I will need SERIOUS help with this!!

21) Go Wine Tasting For Real -- We've done the "amateur version" of this a few times, but I want to go to an actual winery, even if it it's Haak or something like that, and do a wine tasting.  For reals...

22) Swim Through Titou Gorge -- Part of my Dominica Bucket List, but this place is seriously cool!

23) Get a Palm Reading -- Cuz...well...why not??

24) See the Baby Sea Turtles -- This should have already been done, but kidney stones got in the way.  I've got one more shot at this next spring and I'm TOTALLY doing it.  I don't care if they stink to high heaven...

25) Dress Up Like We're Just Married -- Jonathan and I have actually talked about this before, and I think it would be fun.  So in order to check this one off I'll have to go purchase a dress that can pass as a wedding dress (or wear my own wedding dress) and go for a night on the town with my dreamboat.  Maybe we can get some free stuff! ;)

26) Go Parasailing -- This is another one I've been talking about for WAY too long (try high school!) and I need to just pull the trigger and do it...

27) Read 30 Books -- I'm a reader, but this one will be difficult.  Any suggestions of quick/good reads are most definitely appreciated!

Bossy Pants

The Longest Ride

Charlotte's Web 

Matilda

Believing God

James and the Giant Peach

Reconstructing Amelia

Island of the Blue Dolphins

28) Do a Color Run or a Mud Run -- Been DYING to do one of these so I'm gonna do it!

29) Get Matilda Certified and Take Her to a Children's Hospital for "Rounds" -- Oh it would make my heart melt to see her do this.  I know she would be a total champ and those kids would LOVE her!

30) Give Blood for a Blood Drive -- Shocked??  If you know me, you probably are.  But I figure as much blood as I've had to give in the last 4 years with our struggles in infertility, I might as well give it up to save someone's life.  So I'm gonna do it.  Who's coming to hold my hand?? ;) 

So there it is!  I'm starting today...wonder which one will be checked off first??  Also, on another 30 Before 30 blog I saw that someone had committed to donating $30 to a non-profit organization for every item on their 30 Before 30 list that was NOT completed.  So that's what I'm going to do.  For each item on this list that does not happen before November 2nd, 2014, I'll be donating $30 to RESOLVE.  It's a national non-profit organization that supports men and women in infertility, champions for legislation regarding infertility and health care options, and advocates for swift and accurate diagnosing.  Obviously something that is near and dear to our hearts!  So if you're "employed" to help, get ready!

  Here's to a year of very purposeful living...Happy Birthday to me! ;)