On July 6th, I turned 30 years young! To celebrate, Dan and I went to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. On my birthday, my brother Jeff signed me up for a canopy tour with zip lines, rapelling, and suspension bridges. It was awesome. I wasn't able to bring my cane on the ropes course so it was a real accomplishment to do all that climbing and physical activity without my third leg.
My 30th birthday has special meaning for me. I have a rare genetic disease (CPT2 deficiency), so rare the prognsis is uncertain. Someone special to me suddenly died from complications of this disease when he was 30. He was a lot like me: professional, married w/no kids and "recovering" from myopathy/neuropathy that started in his early 20's. People tell me "that doesn't mean YOU are going to die when you are 30". Of course not, but his death reminds me that nobody knows how long they have left on this earth. So make the most of life and have some fun! 
My birthday margarita.
We love PiPis with their huge margaritas and fresh guacamole.
Sunset from our hotel balcony.
Heading out for a day of snorkeling.
We swam with sand sharks in this water.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
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Wait 'til you get your baby. The realization of life will be overwhelming.
Now, granted I had postpartum hormones surging through me but, the first time I took my little one (a week old) outside of the house for a short walk, I cried the whole time. I knew the baby was safe inside the house. Nothing could go wrong with him there. No crazy neighborhood dog doing a "dingo ate my baby" routine, no wild teenager speeding down the street and loosing control of the car (and all other sorts of crazy images). Well, by the time I made it to the end of the block, Alex had pity on me and said we could go back home. Oh, did I mention that I CRIED the whole time?
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