Tim is in the army

So my husband is officially in the United States Army. His mos is 35F, Intelligence Analyst.

He leaves for basic on November 3rd, well he goes to San Antonio on November 3rd but is shipped out on November 9th to Fort Jackson, South Carolina.

His basic will be over on February 5th and he begins AIT on February 8th at Fort Huachuca, Arizona. His basic is 16 weeks.

It is a miracle that I can write this since things really weren't going our way, with no thanks to his recruiter.

We had been back and forth with separate recruiters, none of them feeling right. We finally found a recruiter that we liked and thought would do right by us. Well when he started looking at MOS's for Tim, he told Tim the only job that he could get was..Utilities Equipment Repairer (91C). Yeah, well I didn't like the sound of that. I would of rather Tim been a parachute rigger than fix AC's and Heaters. He could do that out of the military. Plus Tim's scores were awesome and we had already been told that he was open to all jobs except a few in the electronics.

So last week on Wednesday the 17th, my brother Trenton went with Tim up to talk to the recruiter. The recruiter was a complete dick to Tim and my brother and made Tim out to be an idiot. Tim had asked him about aviation and the guy had told him, it was no longer open for the year. Well on Wednesday he told my brother, with Tim sitting there, 'you never asked me about that'. Yeah..bunch of nonsense, I was there I heard him say it was no longer open. Anyway..the guy ended up giving Tim a list of jobs, which Tim went over and found 35F.

The recruiter reserved the job for Tim...the following day Tim went up to the recruiter's station to take care of more information. Turns out, the guy reserved the wrong job. So he went back in hoping the job was still there to reserve it for him...he got the last open slot.


So we got the job reserved. Awesome.

Then yesterday came. Instead of missing another day or work by riding the shuttle down to San Antonio at one, Tim waited til he got off work to drive himself. His recruiter told him to meet him at the office at 5:00pm so he could give Tim all his paperwork to take down to MEPS. So there we sat in the car at 4:45pm in front of a closed office. The guy wasn't even there. The doors were locked and he wasn't answering his cellphone. So after waiting 30 minutes Tim had to call a separate recruiter and have him come up there and get it for him.

So Tim got on the road and went to MEPS, everything was awesome...til he got to MEPS and started reading his information in his packet.

THE RECRUITER CHANGED HIS APPLICATION!!!!

Nowhere in Tim's folder was the documentation for Tim's surgery as an infant that left a 5 inch scar on his stomach. The documentation the recruiter was suppose to get, since it happened in a military hospital and he would of been able to get it before we could of. It wasn't in there anywhere. In fact...on the application, where Tim had marked 'yes' for past surgeries...the box was marked 'no'. Where Tim had marked 'yes' for scars from his surgery during infancy..there was 'bike accident'. Where Tim had marked 'yes' for smoking...it was marked 'no'. We were beyond livid.

The recruiter changed his application. Flat out re-did those sections.

So as soon as Tim found this out, he called his recruiter. The recruiter told him "you have to lie..if you tell them its from a surgery..they will disqualify you" I knew that wasn't true, I had already done plenty of research and that surgery was okay as long as it was done during infancy, which it was. He told Tim that Tim had to lie and say it was from a bike accident. Yeah, no, not happening.

So Tim had to explain to the physician during his physical why those boxes were marked wrong. Not only that, had Tim of lied..he would of been caught. They had already pulled his medical records from St.Louis and knew about his surgery. They said it was fine. So thank God my husband didn't try to lie like that idiot wanted him too.

Not only did the recruiter change the medical portion...he put that Tim's mother was a US citizen, that she was born in Austin, TX. Why would he do that? She isn't illegal, she has her green card...and we had given him all of the information, so why would he change that? This made Tim's security clearance not add up, so instead of swearing in today at 12:30pm...he swore in at 4:30pm. They had to wait til Tim's dad was able to get off work, drive home, get Sandy's information..give it to Tim who in turn gave it to the security check woman. What a PITA. All easily avoidable had the man not of changed Tim's information.

But anyway..my husband was eventually sworn in to the military.

It tugs on the heart strings

So today I went back up to the fertility clinic to get my check and my donor counselor handed me my check along with a gold bag.

I was thinking it was just something from the clinic. Appreciation for using them, it wasn't, it was from my recipient couple.

I opened the bag when I walked into the elevator and I read a note inside of it..

"Words cannot describe what I feel...you are an exceptional young lady. You will always be very special to us. Thank you for everything you have done.

This hasn't been an easy road to be on for us, Thank you for walking this road with us.

I wish you love, happiness and peace in life.

Your recipient."

I wanted to cry, I hadn't expected it. I knew it was a big thing for the other couple, but I hand't expected to see it in writing..from them.

Along with the note was a plaque, cutely decorated that reads...'dream big'

I'm happy...very happy with what I have done. God is good.

It's over

So I had the retrieval this morning.

We had to be there at 5:00 am. So we left at 4:15.

I was nervous, which made time fly.

I got there and signed paperwork, basically saying 'yes i consent and yes i know whats happening' They did my IV..they got me in the sexy little hospital gown, hospital socks and put my hair up in one of those blue head net things. I was sexy alright, ha.

Then they came in, wheeled me down to the room, which scared me to death. I have never been in a surgical room. It had the big light over head, the scary table that made me feel like I was going to be crucified (the arms out to form a T) and all the equipment.

I can't really even remember anything else but that, I was so nervous. I came in and they told me they were going to give me warm blankets and I made a joke about 'good thing cause this room is freezing'. The anesthesiologist then told me he was going to start the anesthesia through my IV and I would feel sleepy. I then made another joke about snoring once i was out and they better not to post it on youtube. Then, I was out.

I remember waking up back in my room crying. I was crying, why was I crying, I don't know, but I was. They kept asking me if I was in pain and I said no, which was a lie, I was. The nurse came back in, gave me something for it and I started feeling great.

I was released 45 minutes later and slept the entire way home on Tim's shoulder.

I have spent the entire day since 8:00am in bed sleeping. Every time I get up I get dizzy and sick, so I have tried to avoid that. The nurse told me they took 9 eggs, 9 out of the 26, which was actually 28. They said they will be fertilizing them and the recipient mother will get them in 3 days.

Well that's it, that's my first time as a donor.