Lend some prayer
No, I have not found your god. (stop snickering, would you?) My God is alive and well and keeps on poking me in my bladder.
I still believe in prayer. They are like mini rituals, focuses of intent to the universe that asks for solace and comfort.
Christmas was christmas for your average everyday american couple. My three year old was spoiled rotten. I hate going to the inlaws, but did it anyways...(although had a suprisingly warm welcome. I think they are thrilled I am having a 'real baby' instead of them accepting annabelle as their grand-neice/child/etc). My own family remains insane: my grandfather's dementia is getting worse. He fell asleep in the corner, woke up, and was so confused as to where he was he got up and walked out of the house, which caused my grandmother to have a meltdown and my TWENTY ONE year old cousin wasn't "allowed" to come see us by her mother because "she should be with family for christmas" (Same family that dosn't allow their 17 year old son to be at home alone. Ever. Not even after school) I got a spa for christmas (swoon). It is bubbly goodness in my tub- now if only I could get my water to stay hot, I would be golden. We got money (which we asked for, we need a new dryer) and my daughter got in no paticular order: A telescope, a planetarium, dress up clothes, a dollhouse, a play kitchen, musical instruments (note the 's' on that, it includes a drum, a flute and a keyboard), a digital camera, about a bazillion containers of play-dough, and keep in mind, this dosn't include the stuff eric's family got her...(Well except the digital camera).
What made this season particularly hard was the casualties. Within the last week before christmas the following happened:
My boss' (Daphne) Grandmother in Law Passed
My supervisor (Mell) Uncle Passed
My friend Sean's father passed (this hit home for me, but it has only been three years since my own father's passing)
My coworker's (Nancy) husband passed
My friend Kevin went into the hospital with three strokes and a blood infection (Anyone have an update?)
My friend Krystal has spent every day in the hospital since the 23rd of December (except part of christmas eve and christmas day) with kidney stones that needed to be surgically removed, then liver enzymes, etc and so forth. She's being released today.
It has been a rough week emotionally in that regards.
In baby news, little Liam is doing just fine. Kicking and wriggling about. I think I really 'popped' over the last few days- you can sincerely tell I'm pregnant now. However, the backpain has been getting progressivly worse, and my doctor was concerned enough to put me on physical theraphy twice a week for the next three weeks to test it, and go from there. So what does this mean?
I get to go swimming every wednesday and friday mornings. Wee!
Ciao for now.
With Prayer,
Erica
I still believe in prayer. They are like mini rituals, focuses of intent to the universe that asks for solace and comfort.
Christmas was christmas for your average everyday american couple. My three year old was spoiled rotten. I hate going to the inlaws, but did it anyways...(although had a suprisingly warm welcome. I think they are thrilled I am having a 'real baby' instead of them accepting annabelle as their grand-neice/child/etc). My own family remains insane: my grandfather's dementia is getting worse. He fell asleep in the corner, woke up, and was so confused as to where he was he got up and walked out of the house, which caused my grandmother to have a meltdown and my TWENTY ONE year old cousin wasn't "allowed" to come see us by her mother because "she should be with family for christmas" (Same family that dosn't allow their 17 year old son to be at home alone. Ever. Not even after school) I got a spa for christmas (swoon). It is bubbly goodness in my tub- now if only I could get my water to stay hot, I would be golden. We got money (which we asked for, we need a new dryer) and my daughter got in no paticular order: A telescope, a planetarium, dress up clothes, a dollhouse, a play kitchen, musical instruments (note the 's' on that, it includes a drum, a flute and a keyboard), a digital camera, about a bazillion containers of play-dough, and keep in mind, this dosn't include the stuff eric's family got her...(Well except the digital camera).
What made this season particularly hard was the casualties. Within the last week before christmas the following happened:
My boss' (Daphne) Grandmother in Law Passed
My supervisor (Mell) Uncle Passed
My friend Sean's father passed (this hit home for me, but it has only been three years since my own father's passing)
My coworker's (Nancy) husband passed
My friend Kevin went into the hospital with three strokes and a blood infection (Anyone have an update?)
My friend Krystal has spent every day in the hospital since the 23rd of December (except part of christmas eve and christmas day) with kidney stones that needed to be surgically removed, then liver enzymes, etc and so forth. She's being released today.
It has been a rough week emotionally in that regards.
In baby news, little Liam is doing just fine. Kicking and wriggling about. I think I really 'popped' over the last few days- you can sincerely tell I'm pregnant now. However, the backpain has been getting progressivly worse, and my doctor was concerned enough to put me on physical theraphy twice a week for the next three weeks to test it, and go from there. So what does this mean?
I get to go swimming every wednesday and friday mornings. Wee!
Ciao for now.
With Prayer,
Erica