The Sick Thoughts of a Pregnant Woman

This past week has been WONDERFUL!!!!!!!!!  I don't even feel pregnant except when I look down and see elastic where I use to wear a belt.  Last night was the only time I have been sick all week.  I was sitting with the kids and had to excuse myself.  I very calmly went to the bathroom and positioned myself standing up, with my legs crossed severely so as not to pee my pants (I had on freshly laundered long underwear and my most comfortable pj bottoms) and proceeded to vomit.  Now as I am vomiting I am looking in the toilet wondering what on earth is that?  What did we have for dinner?  I can't even remember and I start to inspect what's in the toilet as I am hurling.   Oh, that's right...cantaloupe, salad, what else?.......oh there it is...french bread...can't wait to try that new recipe tomorrow morning......and what was the main course................yes, yes, there it is Minnesota beans.  It was like having an out of body experience, as if I wasn't really there.  I am truly hoping this is the last time I will ever throw up due to a baby in my womb!

MIracles DO happen

So I HATE stairs.  I about have a nervous breakdown whenever I am around stairs and my children.  I actually have dreams about my children falling from high places.  When the doctor asked me at Fia's 2 year appointment if she was walking down the stairs by herself I looked at her like she was an idiot......I mean who would let their child WALK DOWN STAIRS BY THEMSELVES at that age.  Unfortunately Fia has seen all her other little friends walk down by themselves (thanks guys........) and she is determined that she can too.  So she is on her own down the stairs now - I would have carried her down until she was 5.  Nico, on the other hand, is a different story.  If you have been around him you know that he goes full throttle FORWARD.  There is no caution, there is no backing down, sliding down, etc.  He just goes.  Well, the other night we were praying with a couple in the living room and their youngest daughter (age 11?) was playing with Fia and Nico was just walking around the upstairs.  All of a sudden we hear Mianna say, "What are you doing down here all by yourself?"  That's right, my son got down the stairs somehow BY HIMSELF and was playing downstairs.  The gate and door had been left open on accident.  Not a scratch, not a bruise, no screaming, no crying.  A true miracle!

Backseat Driver

This probably won't be a huge surprise to any that has spent time with my daughter recently but she likes to have control of things............all things.  This has carried over to the car.  If I do not have my seat belt on the moment I get in the car I am quickly reminded that I must put on my belt.  Today when we were on the way to the library she told me, "Honey, honey......just stop.  It's red.  The light is red, honey.  Just wait.  It will be green soon.  No, no, just wait.  There we go, honey, it's green.  Green means go.  Phew we made it.  There will be a red at the top of the mountain soon.  You have to stop.  Red means stop, honey."  It went on for a little bit longer after that but I will spare you the details.  It is sometimes hard to remember that the child won't even be 3 until June.  I sometimes feel as if I am the child...............honey, indeed.