I just got off work. Its 1130. I have what will soon be a migraine, same as last night. I'm fighting my nemesis heartburn with the most effective weapon possible, tums. Even though they taste like chalk, they are my new candy of choice. I struggled today to even lift my head off the couch. Not my best day kids. I'm sorry. But I'm sitting here tonight and I feel my little baby girl rolling around in my tummy and I feel lucky! I feel lucky to feel so physically awful, it means I get a baby next month. I feel lucky to be a mom to 2 of the most patient and unconditionally loving children on the planet. I feel lucky to have such a supportive and extremely patient husband who only wants to make me happy. Its easy to feel yucky and complain, and I do that a lot, but tonight, It makes me feel better to feel my Rosey girl so happy in my tummy, warm and safe.
p.s. Grandma Bombard asked me tonight "Can you hear that music? The man humming the same old song I always hear?" It was dead silent. "you cant hear that Kris? Really?" She first asked me a few months ago, but it had stopped. I guess he's back again. Sweet Grandma, I love her. (and it might make me feel a tad unsettled.)
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