And just like that, you are two years old.
You are beautiful. You are kind. You are a constant reminder to me that blessings come in the most unexpected places, at the most unexpected times. You will always have a special place in my heart because you are a forever reminder that the Lord gives grace, even when life’s circumstances seem hopeless.
I think everyone feels this way at one point in time or another. For me, it’s rather often. I have great expectations regarding life and quite honestly, they’re just unrealistic.
This past weekend, my husband took our oldest son fishing on one of their two annual “man weekends.” So of course, that leaves just us gals at home, and of course, the baby boy. So with a “man weekend” comes a “girls’ weekend.” The problem is, my daughter also has great expectations. In her mind, girls’ weekend is a 24/7 event with no end and no limitations to all of the things she would like to do with me. It was exhausting and so frustrating because no matter what we were doing, she was constantly asking what we were doing next. She’s always this way, but this past weekend it was extremely intense…to the point that every effort I made to do something special felt like it was being washed out by the prospect of what was coming next. She doesn’t mean to be that way, and it’s not that she’s ungrateful because she’s not. She’s very appreciative after everything we did, but her personality is always waiting for what will happen next. I know a few adults like that, and I have to somehow help guide her with this personality trait, or she will end up like them…never as happy as she could be in the present moment because she is constantly living for the future moments.
My body is running on fumes.
In other words, you know you are completely exhausted when you have to fuel your body with obscene amounts of coffee. Maybe not obscene for most, but my intake daily is about 3 cups now. I need it first thing in the morning after I chug 16 oz of water. I need it before lunch, again after I chug 16 more oz. of water. By mid afternoon I need it to face homework time and the rush of dinner, baths, and bedtime. My body is very sensitive to caffeine, so that is why I really make a point to drink a lot of water before and after I have a cup. It keeps my body stable and prevents a caffeine crash…because that would be way worse than a tired, moody mama.
Girdles. They’re oppressive. They’re uncomfortable. But in recovering from childbirth and pregnancy? Oh, so essential.
I only wish I knew about these with any of my other three pregnancies. I heard about them from a pregnancy magazine, so true to self, decided to research every kind there was, the benefits of all types, and of course, best bargain for your dollar…and this is my conclusion:
So my little man is now 20 days old! It’s hard to believe it’s been 20 days already, but time goes quickly when you’re occupied with children:)
I have to say that this was the EASIEST child birth I ever had. We scheduled a c section this time around. Last time I ended up with an emergency section because I had an abnormally excessive amount of amniotic fluid for no reason at all. Well, an ultrasound towards the end showed the same condition with this pregnancy, and although we were planning on a section anyways, this finalized any doubts we had. Not to mention it bumped it up a few days earlier.
It’s time for a hump day rant.
You know what I find irritating beyond perhaps anything else? When I go to sleep and I dream about things that occur in my normal day. For instance, last night, I had a dream that I was in a Shop Rite trying to grocery shop (I am a total Wegman’s gal) and I just kept meandering around the store, unable to find anything on my grocery list. This dream is the only dream I remember and was even stressing me out so much so that I woke up in the middle of the night, completely annoyed that my subconcious and its freewill chose to dream about the most tedious job I have as a mother when it could be creating something fabulous and unrealistic, then fell back asleep and had the same damn dream all over again. Needless to say, today I have to go grocery shopping, so in a way, today is my own version of Groundhog Day. Except it will involve Wegman’s, where I can probably navigate a shopping cart with my eyes closed as long as every self involved yuppie in designer clothing and full faced makeup isn’t there, wandering from their shopping carts because their importance trumps the common courtesy of leaving aisles at least passable. OR the other extreme is the women that are decked out, and I mean decked out in their workout attire with perfect hair and face paint. Let’s all be honest. If you look that pretty, you obviously didn’t break a sweat this morning before coming to Wegman’s so you more than likely just wanted to wear your workout gear that you bought in the Junior’s Department as you try to fight with every fiber in your body to hold on to your youth. (Maybe that was mean, but I’m going to pull my “crazy pregnancy hormone” card today and defend myself in saying I have no control over what I type.)
Not to be a band wagon jumper or anything, but I’m seriously considering going gluten free and at the very least, minimizing all intake of gluten. I’ve been reading and reading about deficiencies in different vitamins and its side effects, as well as the fact that most of us just have toxic levels of metals and oils in our system, and these problems are the root of our dependency on medication. It’s a fascinating topic that will really have you evaluating what you put in your body, but today’s focus is gluten.