Halfway There

I'm currently at the 20 week mark which makes this pregnancy officially half over.

My brain is in a rather frightful state.  I've never been so absentminded and forgetful in my life.  If I say something rude or thoughtless to you please forgive me---I didn't mean it.  I'm hoping things will get back to normal sometime in the early fall.  :)

We planted part of our garden on Saturday, and it made me feel so good to work outside.  Sometimes I think I'll work outside when my inside work is done, and unfortunately it's rarely completely done.

I'm feeling a lot of activity going on inside me right now.  This little person is busy!

When all the other children are being noisy and active the baby gets really active too.  Apparently it doesn't want to miss out on all the fun. :)

We had an ultrasound on Friday of last week, and decided we wanted to find out the gender of the baby.

What I'm wondering is..........

would all of you like to know, or should I just keep it to myself?  :)

Happy Mothers Day

My Point of View...and Hers

Lately I've been reflecting on how different pregnancy is for me--a very blessed, well cared for, mamma  and what it's like for many birth mothers whose children end up in foster care.


When I found out I was pregnant I immediately scheduled my first prenatal visit with a doctor--she often has no prenatal care at all.


When pregnancy hormones overwhelm me I turn to my friends and family for support--she turns to drugs, or alcohol.


I have a large variety of fresh healthy food options in my refrigerator to ease my food cravings--she is doing good to have something....anything to eat.


My husband supports me, and helps me through every high and low of being pregnant--her significant other berates her, and beats her depending on how the mood hits him.


I have new clothes that are comfortable, and expand with my belly--she is forced to borrow her boyfriends clothes, or wear pajamas because she can't afford anything new.


Maybe these things seem minor to you, but they make me realize why many mothers make poor choices in their pregnancies and in their parenting.

 Think about it.  

If you know a single pregnant mother help her, support her, pray for her.  You may be the only person in her life who cares!

Hello on a Monday

Hello to anyone who still reads this blog in spite of my spotty posting.

I'm feeling quite a bit better than I did for a while--still have some nauseous moments, but they are rare.

My two oldest are on their last week of school-- we schedule our year this way to avoid home schooling during my oldest son's worst allergy season.

My three year old is developing a stubborn streak that is a little alarming.  Probably just a stage.

My two year old is on the verge of being potty trained--I'm hoping to work on it a little harder as soon as school is done

Sugar Pea has either a cold or allergies, her runny nose and crankiness make it hard for us to get a good night's sleep.

Hubby's work is picking up for the summer.  We are thankful for the work, but it's always a little hard to have him gone more.

What's new with all of you?

Good Friday

Hungry

We are finally on the recovery side of the flu.

I've been so hungry!!!!!!!!

I'm not sure if it's from being sick, or possibly from being pregnant.

But what I'm craving is sandwiches.

Yesterday I ate a dinner roll spread with apple butter, and topped with cheese.

Does that sound weird to you?

It tasted ridiculously yummy to me.

I was perusing the web for pictures of sandwiches, and the one above made me drool.

Except I think it needs a slice of sharp cheddar cheese slipped in there with the lettuce, tomato, and ham.

What do you think?

Sickness

I think one of the hardest parts of being mom is when your family is sick.

Cause in the middle of the night when they throw up all over their bed, and the floor and everywhere........

they don't yell "Daaaaddy"

They call for momma.

Funny how I took that for granted when I was the one calling.

My mom was always there, and she never seemed too tired.

Amazing.

She must have been a super mom.

Or perhaps my memory is a little faulty. :)

We are in our second week of yucky gastrointestinal flu.

I am so tired.

And so done with bodily fluids.

But I keep going.

Grasping at a Hand that is stronger than mine.

I'm so thankful that He doesn't get tired.