Hallelujah! I realize I'm tempting fate here, but I have officially felt not sick for over 48 hours now. At twelve weeks and 2 days, I believe the pervading yuck that is the first trimester somehow, someway, miraculously left me. And I don't miss it. One. Bit. Yes, my fingers are crossed as I type this.
Because I was actually feeling close to normal this morning, I rolled out of bed at what used to be my normal time. For the past 6 or 8 weeks, that normal time has been pushed to a later and later hour. I had time to sit alone and wake up without one or two kids jumping on the bed. And although I didn't enjoy a morning cup of coffee, I did enjoy my morning water sitting in the near dark of the quiet house.
Around 6:15, I heard footsteps coming down the hall toward the living room and soon thereafter a little four year old with a mess of head of hair peaked around the corner. Caroline had her hands behind her back and her face was still puffy from sleep; she had a tiny grin on her face as she crawled up into my lap. She brought her hands around to reveal three pieces of chocolate wrapped in foil in her little hands. "Mama, I have to ask you to forgive me of this. I brought this candy to my room and I thought I would eat just one piece while I slept, but I didn't. I'm sorry." I hugged her tightly and quickly told her I forgave her "of this".
Friday, February 05, 2010
If you've never read her writing, you are missing out on something really beautiful and probing. Ann Voskamp has a blog that is really more a respite than a website, and her post today is especially touching. It reminds me of bedtime with Caroline and her love of stories from "when mama and papa were little". Click on over and take a few minutes remembering your own stories and dreams.
Posted by Ashley at 9:16 AM