So, in case you follow me entirely via this particular medium and not, say, on Facebook or...well, however else people communicate these days, I shall share our Big Exciting News. I'm pregnant. Samuel is 3 years, 7 months, Clara is 18 months and as far as one can know these sorts of things, I'm early in my first trimester. Feel free to comment along the lines of "Oh my, won't you have your hands full!" "Wow! You're certainly having them close together!" Etc. etc. I will warn you, however, in the interests of giving you a head start, that this time around I am Very Moody. I'm also Quite Opinionated, and I articulate myself well in print. Just a friendly reminder.
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In other news, we had a visiting youth group here from a church about 5 hours away. Among the other things they accomplished was putting up new lattice under my back porch. The back porch hadn't been entirely cleaned out underneath though, and so there's a big black garbage bag I see sticking juuust out from the lattice and it's annoying me. I can ignore the dropped clothespins and what have you but that bag is beyond my abilities. What's worse is that it seems to have something in it. So I can't PULL it out of the latticework. And besides, my imagination tells me, what if it's a HEAD or something? Or a DEAD ANIMAL. Good heavens. And then we'd have the police here and...I do realize how awful it is that I clearly would have preferred that the teenage children visiting from another church discover the imaginary horrors underneath my porch.
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Do you find that your children often receive gifts that they are very excited about and you are not? It seems to happen to us a lot, and I'd be interested to know how others handle it. Handle it in a reasonable and not antagonistic way, that is. I'm not interested in comments that go along the lines of "I tell everyone exactly what I want them to give my children and refuse all other things" because that sort of advice would neither work with our situation nor my personality. From what I've been able to figure out my difficulties mainly arise from two points.
First, and probably more prevalent, is that I have ideas about what children need and I don't tend to deviate from those ideas easily. I'm attempting to think of a non-condemning type example of this. Okay, can we agree on clothing as a possible no-one-will-think-I'm-talking-about-them example? I think Clara has too many pairs of pants when I can't fit them into her designated pants drawer. I realize this is arbitrary and I don't care, that's not the purpose of this example. The point is that I have made a guideline because I believe that a guideline is necessary and right in this particular situation. The convenient but at the same time unfortunate result of this sort of thinking is that I have just what I need, but that I do not want/need more of any particular thing.
Secondly, we live in what I think is an adequate sized house for our family, but which, if we were to poll people, would turn out to be on the small size across the general population. The main issue with the house is the almost complete lack of storage, and the last thing I want is More Things. Even More Things that are pretty and useful.
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I haven't experienced my usual pregnancy cravings, but I have found myself thoroughly revolted by almost all foods at one point or another so far. This has progressed way beyond what I remember from any of my previous pregnancies. This evening, while attempting to choke down a gorgeous meal cooked to perfection by my husband, which I could barely touch let alone look at, I offered to make nothing but Thai food for the next several weeks/months because it seems very non-repellent to me. I would be willing to extend to Vietnamese food as well, but not, as requested by David, to Indian.
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A show was advertised on tv this evening that recalls the emotional lives of parrots and is called Parrot Confidential. It's situations like this that leave me struggling not to mock.
"and I articulate myself well in print. Just a friendly reminder".
ReplyDeleteThe best line ever. And so, so true.
Seriously. Peanut sauce on rice, and have everyone eat bread, peanut butter, and fruit. Just do it. No one will die, and you will minimize suffering. My visiting aunt says she never got morning sickness. I am prepared not to hate her because she has been doing all the housework and child care around here for a week.
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