Talking To My Tomato Plants

I've been talking to my tomato plants lately.  

They are LOADED with lovely green tomatoes.

But, none of them are turning red.

Unlike my "ever-ripening" middle they seem content to stay little and green.

I've told them I have a baby coming in about two months.

And that I want to start canning tomatoes soon.

I feel this urgency in the very center of my being that the clock is ticking.

I have this list that I'm trying to check off "before baby."

But my tomato plants apparently aren't listening. 

Picking Beans

I'm working on green beans today.

I picked about half of the six rows that I planted so unwisely this spring.

My sweet husband picked the other half.

As I was picking I started thinking about how cranky it makes me to do this.

I like to garden......but I have this problem in my mind.

When I'm planting my garden it always seems urgent to plant LARGE amounts of green beans.

Those rows don't look long at all when I'm placing the seeds in the soft soil.

They don't even look long when the baby bean plants start poking their innocent little heads out of the ground.

But, oh, when the beans are hanging thick, and the sun is hot...........

I try to think about all the people in other countries who don't have enough to eat, and how much they would appreciate my beans.

But the only feeling I can conjure up is a vague wish that those far away people would come pick my beans for me.

I know my family will enjoy the green beans this winter, and I'm grateful for them.

But if any of you are around next spring when I'm planting my garden...............

Please remind me to not plant so many green beans.

The Home Stretch

I've officially entered the third trimester of this pregnancy, and so far it has been pretty uneventful.

I'm getting larger, and more off-balance--I feel a little like Humpty Dumpty.

My emotions have been a little more out of control lately--so if you see me sniffling don't be worried.

The weird thing is I laugh at stuff almost as much as I cry--something will strike me funny, and my family sits and stares at me like I'm slipping over the edge of sanity.

Heartburn is almost a daily occurrence for me, and my bottle of Tums is my constant companion.

I have a fairly good supply of energy, and feel pretty good most of the time.

So, I'm curious, if you have ever been pregnant, or currently are pregnant, what do you remember about your third trimester?  (Besides labor and delivery.)

Feet

I never wear shoes if I can help it.

Even in the winter--I go barefoot inside.

I think part of the reason for this is that very few shoes feel truly comfortable to me.

(Especially not dress shoes.)

Sometimes I think that shoe company's make them that way on purpose. :)

Do you like to go barefoot?

Dan

Growing up I had a number of cousins that lived only a mile or two from us, and we spent countless hours playing, and spending days at Grandma's house.

Dan was one of my favorites, he was about 10 years older than I, and stood at least two feet above my tiny frame.  I remember thinking that he didn't use many words when he talked, but I always knew what he meant, and words are unnecessary when you are little.

He loved baseball, and played countless games in which he was the pitcher, batter, umpire, and fans all in one.  I didn't know much about sports, but I liked to watch him--he was so animated, and happy.  One time I stood too close to his back-swing and received a knot on the head.  I ran to my mom crying, but through my tears told her "Dan didn't mean to--I stood where he couldn't see me."

Dan taught me how to play Uno.  He would patiently deal the cards and then show me which card to play when it was my turn.  I think I was only about five, and didn't understand much of the strategy of the game until later.

 I was about 7 or 8 when I realized that Dan was different than I.  Things that I couldn't put my finger on felt a little off somehow.  I suppose it was around this same age that some children at my school used the word "retard" to label a child who struggled with academics, and I was outraged.

For a rather shy student I spoke out angrily at the teasing.  I gave a 2nd grade lecture, complete with hands on my hips, to the other children on being kind, and the virtues of recognizing different talents than academics.  They gave me a blank stare--but for the first time I realized that Dan and other people like him needed someone to speak up for them.

 I could do that--Dan may not communicate well, or be able to think exactly like I could, but I could speak out for him.  So I did!  When my friends would meet him for the first time I tried to point out his talents, and later explained his differences.

 I didn't realize it, but Dan affected how I looked at the world around me in a profound way.

I see him about once a year now.  He's in his forty's and he still loves baseball.  He talks less than he used to, but I can still make him smile.

Last year when Sugar Pea was a tiny baby I saw him at a family picnic.  He peeked into my arms at her tiny form and wrinkled face, and grinned and gave me thumbs up.  He may not understand foster parenting, or where this little baby came from, but he approved, and that made me smile.

Sugar Pea

From the top of my curly head.

To the bottom of my chubby feet.

I am completely Chubalicious!

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Yes, that’s the toilet—yuck!

Yes, the picture is blurry—because I rarely hold still.

Feeling Bulky

Note; if you prayed Wednesday thank you!  There was some positive progress--no real action was taken, but the judge is making a ruling in ten days.  


Pregnancy is starting to feel a little more normal to me.


Sleeping with four pillows, and bumping into things with my belly is an every day experience.


I'm sleeping better at night, and feeling more energetic during the day.


I feel like I have my own personal built-in heater.  We've had a few rather cool nights lately, but I'm warm as toast--probably not something I'll appreciate in July, but for now I'm enjoying it.


I'm drinking coffee again--limiting myself to one cup a day, and also enjoying most foods--what am I saying--I'm enjoying all foods.  My hubby jokes that he has to hurry and clean his plate, or I start eyeing it hungrily.


The baby's movements have changed from feeling like flutters to some slightly alarming flopping, and flipping.
I never get tired of feeling him move though.


I have two friends who are pregnant--one is six weeks ahead of me, and the other is six weeks behind me.  We didn't plan this obviously, but it is a lot of fun to compare notes, and encourage each other.

I left you a hint in this post--did you catch it?