30 weeks
Woot! I made it to 30 weeks. Baby is much stronger now than he was 3 weeks ago. That is buenisimo! Now, on to my ramblings.
We are so grateful to all the people who have stopped by, brought food, helped with Danny, dropped off treats, lent me books, sent care packages, and offered to do anything and everything for us! We have been shown so much love, and I am totally in awe of the wonderful people who surround us.
Three weeks down, six to go. That's 1/3 of the way. I'd say that is encouraging at the least!
Every day I have my ups and downs. I'm mostly up, but with the occasional breakdown. I'll let myself have a tear or two then I'll move on.
It's been easy to focus on the positive with so many people keeping me company. My spirits have been up, which I'm very surprised about. I know it is largely due to the power of prayer. I can feel the prayers of others and the hand of the Lord in my life.
When I imagine how much worse it could (and sometimes, should) be, I can't help but acknowledge my friends, family, and the Lord for the tremendous blessings of health and relative sanity I have received. I could have bled again. I could still be in the hospital. The baby could have had serious complications. I could have had an emergency c-section. My son could be in an incubator. Danny could be totally miserable and lonely without his mom. Steve could be across the country every other week. All these things were real possibilities, but I know that because of the power of prayer I am safe, this baby is well, and my family is happy.
I have cable. DVR. Netflix. A well-stocked library. Weeks of magazine material. More junk food than necessary. Life could not be better, all things considered.
I am constantly daydreaming about life after bed rest. I think I will appreciate walking like never before. As soon as my doc gives me the ok (after my c-section), I will pace up and down the halls of the hospital for 4 days. Nonstop. I can't wait. Who knew such a simple pleasure would be number one on my post-op list?
Still haven't gone in for my glucose test. Gross. I was supposed to like a month ago. Hope I don't have gestational diabetes.
Welp, not much more to say. Like I said, these are merely ramblings. My mind is kind of blah lately. Until next time!
PS I'd post a picture, but a) I am sick of taking pictures of myself sitting alone on the couch, and b) I hardly recognize the blobby woman in the photo.
We are so grateful to all the people who have stopped by, brought food, helped with Danny, dropped off treats, lent me books, sent care packages, and offered to do anything and everything for us! We have been shown so much love, and I am totally in awe of the wonderful people who surround us.
Three weeks down, six to go. That's 1/3 of the way. I'd say that is encouraging at the least!
Every day I have my ups and downs. I'm mostly up, but with the occasional breakdown. I'll let myself have a tear or two then I'll move on.
It's been easy to focus on the positive with so many people keeping me company. My spirits have been up, which I'm very surprised about. I know it is largely due to the power of prayer. I can feel the prayers of others and the hand of the Lord in my life.
When I imagine how much worse it could (and sometimes, should) be, I can't help but acknowledge my friends, family, and the Lord for the tremendous blessings of health and relative sanity I have received. I could have bled again. I could still be in the hospital. The baby could have had serious complications. I could have had an emergency c-section. My son could be in an incubator. Danny could be totally miserable and lonely without his mom. Steve could be across the country every other week. All these things were real possibilities, but I know that because of the power of prayer I am safe, this baby is well, and my family is happy.
I have cable. DVR. Netflix. A well-stocked library. Weeks of magazine material. More junk food than necessary. Life could not be better, all things considered.
I am constantly daydreaming about life after bed rest. I think I will appreciate walking like never before. As soon as my doc gives me the ok (after my c-section), I will pace up and down the halls of the hospital for 4 days. Nonstop. I can't wait. Who knew such a simple pleasure would be number one on my post-op list?
Still haven't gone in for my glucose test. Gross. I was supposed to like a month ago. Hope I don't have gestational diabetes.
Welp, not much more to say. Like I said, these are merely ramblings. My mind is kind of blah lately. Until next time!
PS I'd post a picture, but a) I am sick of taking pictures of myself sitting alone on the couch, and b) I hardly recognize the blobby woman in the photo.
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