truth

Because it’s been one of those weeks leaving me questioning and even, at times, angry, when I stumbled across this on Margaret’s blog I had to share it here.  So incredbily true.  And breathtaking.  It made me weep.  To be reminded that God knows my struggles more intimately than I do and knows, more intimately than I do, that I can and will get through them, closer to Him in the end is a great comfort.  It is something I will hold dear to.

“The everlasting God has in His wisdom foreseen from eternity the cross that He now presents to you as a gift from His inmost heart.

This cross He now sends you He has considered with His all-knowing eyes, understood with His divine mind, tested with His wise justice, warmed with loving arms and weighed with His own hands to see that it be not one inch too large and not one ounce too heavy for you.

He has blessed it with His holy Name, anointed it with His consolation, taken one last glance at you and your courage, and then sent it to you from heaven, a special greeting from God to you, an alms of the all-merciful love of God.”

— St. Francis de Sales

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baby ramblings

I just had a whole post started and decided to delete it and spare you the insane and random ramblings that late pregnancy are bringing on.  I have a severe case of pregnancy brain. 

The impending birth and all of the late pregnancy aches and pains are just taking over nearly every thought process I have.  There is so much to get done and yet everything is as done as it’s going to get.  I am tired of being pregnant and ready to move to the next stage with this little guy!  I’d love to meet him, if for no other reason than to figure out what his name is!!!

I am ready to have my body back and be able to cook and clean and snuggle and play for and with my children.  I am ready!  I  am ready to be able to move at more than a snail’s pace and certainly ready to have the ability to move in less than five minutes after standing!!  It’ll come, and I do know that.  I’m just ready for it.

He’s very very low.  Lower than any other pregnancy I’ve experienced.  I keep saying that, I’m sure the people around me are tired of hearing it, but he is, and it’s uncomfortable!  It’s also a bit nerve-wracking!  How will I know when these other contractions, these insane “braxton hicks” will change over to something “real”?  I know that I’ve known in the past but am lacking confidence this time around!  We shall see. 

 Time will come and he will be here and I’ll be marveling at how quickly the time passed that it was just he and I that existed in his world and now I have to share him, forever, with the world.  I know that time is edging ever closer as the days pass, and as anxious as I am to have him here and be able to move, I’m more so not ready for this stage to end. 

I’m off to have my ritual midnight snack of Tums. 

Peace!

Valentine’s Day

I am so incredibly anti-Valentine’s Day.  Not for any previous slight or disappointment on anyone’s part, but more likely because I tend to have a generally rebellious spirit.  I view it as nothing but a falsely construed attempt at sincerity by the card companies and florists and makers of all things stuffed to pad their bottom line early in the year.  It frustrates me to no end.

The commercials from all of the jewelry stores and florists and card companies implying that if you truly did, in fact, love your current (because let’s face it, they’re not aiming these ads at happily married and truly committed couples living out a sacramental union to it’s fullest and most complete form.  If so there would be NO quiet cabin in the woods, but a home full to the brim with both laughter and tears) beloved that you would go into debt to “prove” it with the latest jewelry design or most expensive roses.  Quite frankly, if that’s what your love is dependant on it’s a very immature and empty love at best. 

It’s not that I don’t like jewelry or flowers (I’m a girl after all!!  Yes ma’am I would LOVE a beautiful piece of jewelry and can, in fact, truly appreciate a fragrant bouquet of flowers) it’s that I can’t figure out why so many women place their entire relationship on one day and one bouquet of flowers.  Do I want a card?  Yes.  I do.  I want to be acknowledged by the man to whom I have promised everything that is me, every breath I take, until I leave this earth.  But, he could just as easily write me a heartfelt letter and make a beautiful dinner (don’t think that has a menu to it.  He’s made many a beautiful frozen lasagna for me for Mother’s Day or birthday!).  He could just as easily tell me.  Speak the words out loud.  A favorite book and a quiet afternoon, a favorite candy and affirmation of our love, that’s all that is needed. 

There is something wrong with throwing so much effort into a relationship only once a year.  Telling someone you love them once a year, and mostly because the TV is telling you to.   Love isn’t something reserved for one day a year, it’s something that should be shown and felt and experienced often, throughout the year, and for no special reason.   “I love you” should be crossing our lips daily.  To our children, to our spouses, to our parents.  Daily.  If not, what will one day do? 

There is no need to buy into the hype.  No need to be showered with gifts.  I am perfectly happy to be wrapped (as best as he is able, there are two of us to wrap up right now) in his loving and protecting arms and spoken to with kind and soft words that speak to why he chose me to spend the rest of his life with.  I am perfectly happy to gaze at him playing legos with our children and painting a wall that desperately needed it before the baby came (ummm, yeah, nesting much?) and know that he loves me.  He loves us.  All the time and every day.  Not because the TV told him to, not because of a date on the calendar, but because he does.  Everyday. 

So.  If you haven’t yet heard it from anyone else, Happy Valentine’s Day!  I’m off to hug a house full!

name anyone?

I have such awesome blog posts in my thoughts throughout the day and then, once the sun goes down my mind goes blank and I can’t remember anything! 

Had another doc appt today, baby is doing so well, jumping and kicking to his heart’s content.  I’m doing fairly well.  In pain which, according to my doc, is not only normal but expected, after all I AM a grand multip. 

Whoopee!

There are only 6 weeks left at this point so I really can’t complain.  He’ll be here before we know it and none of us can wait. 

Now, if only we could come up with a name!