Waiting for pancakes at Sal’s and working on a crossword with Dad.
Monthly Archives: June 2012
I saw you today. Although the images were grey and grainy, I saw your little hands and feet moving around, punching and kicking. Your heart was beating away while I was watching you squirm about. I can feel you move every day now, but it was quite special to get a glimpse of what you actually look like.
Your big sister was there. She thought it was pretty neat to see you and said that you were really cute.
We are getting more and more excited to meet you, to find out who you are. We are looking forward to knowing you and having you know us, to smother you with cuddles and kisses. I’ll wrap you up tight like a little burrito and we’ll keep you warm through those long winter months.
Your siblings are already talking about what to get you for Christmas. They both have the love language of giving gifts so be prepared, you will receive many! Rhys, your big brother, thinks you are a boy and Amelia, your big sister, thinks you are a girl…I swing from one to the other on a daily basis. Either way, I’m sure you’ll go fishing and get dressed-up in girl clothes whether you want to or not. We’ll just have to wait and see when you make your grand entrance into the world.
Seeing you today made it more real for me. Your Dad and I didn’t plan on having another baby, but I am now even more convinced after seeing your small face that God has planned you and that you are a perfect addition to our little family. You will enrich our lives in ways that we can’t imagine and, just like your brother and sister, you are fearfully and wonderfully made.
Lots of love,
P.s. I’m fine with your cravings for poutine…I like it too.
For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
Psalm 139: 13-16
18 more days.
Here are some things that I am looking forward to:
1) Recycling again. The apartment where we are living doesn’t have a recycling bin or pick-up, which is just silly considering the city provides this service. My soul dies a little every time I throw a recyclable item into a garbage bag.
2) Composting again. I had thought about keeping all of my scraps in a bucket and just doing a run to our house once-in-awhile to dump everything into the compost bin I have there. I quickly realized this wasn’t going to be sustainable for me.
3) Having my washer and dryer all to myself. I’m going to enjoy not having to stockpile loonies in order to get only a few loads of laundry done.
4) Using my dishwasher. This speaks for itself.
5) Putting fun bedrooms together for the kids. This is my summer project. Rhys wants a Star Wars room and Amelia wants a Hello Kitty room. Baby wants a…haven’t quite decided what to do with the nursery side of Amelia’s room yet. I want to keep their themes going while still making the rooms somewhat stylish and crafty.
6) Cooking and baking. I haven’t been interested in either of these since we moved in to this tiny place. The fridge and oven are apartment sized and it’s seriously difficult to fit a frying pan and a pot onto the elements.
My list is much long than what you see here, but this is just a few off the top of my head.
The kids were both gone all day on Friday. Ammie went for her first ever field trip to Boonstra Farms. She milked a cow and fed it to the kittens. I’ve seen her with kittens before…I felt sorry for them.
They got home and were promptly whisked away by my mother-in-law for a weekend at the cottage.
My friend and I went on a little road trip out to Gimli yesterday. It was beautiful and perfect. We listened to Bon Iver most of the way.
Baby has been kicking and rolling around quite a bit. I’ve been looking into baby-wearing and decided on a style of wrap that I will be able to make myself. I’m starting to get excited to meet this little one.
The weather here has been dark and drizzly for most of the weekend. I’m currently spending some time with Karla Adolphe’s melancholy album ‘Honeycomb Tombs’. The thunder is clapping overhead and my plants are getting watered.
James is sleeping off a night shift full of drunks.
All is well.
1Truly my soul finds rest in God;
my salvation comes from him.
2 Truly he is my rock and my salvation;
he is my fortress, I will never be shaken.
Psalm 62 (NIV)
I feel weary today. There is much weighing on my mind in terms of things that need to be done this month; packing, apartment leasing, house reno’s, kids finishing up school, appointments, field trips, cleaning, birthday parties and moving. Those things alone are enough to make me feel exhausted, but on top of all of that I’m battling painful daily headaches (pregnancy related), soreness (pregnancy related) and extreme fatigue (pregnancy related). Even with all of that going on I’ve been able to manage…well, the dishes are sky-high, and there haven’t been a lot of home cooked meals happening around here, but we’re getting by.
I’ve come down with a cold. The thing with being sick in pregnancy is you can’t take any of your regular ‘get me through the day’ drugs. I can have some tea and a hulls and that’s about it. It’s making my aches and pains worse, my headaches worse and my energy…wait, what energy? I was walking through the mall with Amelia yesterday and had to close my eyes every few steps. Ugh.
I know that it’s not my strength that I will be relying on this month. I am fully aware that I can’t do this on my own. I will be praying for healing and energy and hope that it comes soon.
I took the kids to one of those parking-lot fairs over the weekend. I didn’t tell them where we were going until we pulled-up and they could see all the rides. They kept asking if we were really going there, as if I was playing some sick joke on them. I guess James and I had been so broke for the past few years that we never really did anything uber fun and totally frivolous with the kids…or if we did then it was pretty few and far between or paid for by someone else. But things are turning around and we are able to treat our kids to a little bit more these days. Ammie was pretty much vibrating with excitement the whole time. A fair is a silly place to spend a pile of cash. You fork over an arm and a leg and get a handful or rides in return, rides that only last a few moments and they you’re done. But when you see your kids faces pass for the 10th time as they loop around on a little dragon roller-coaster and they still have the goofiest smile going, and they run up to you yelling, “THAT WAS AWESOME!!” and then they talk about it for hours afterwards, it makes it all worth-while. Actually, it makes everything worth-while.