34 weeks down ya’ll and time is drawing near to meet our little girl. I know I’ve said this before but I am truly excited about her joining our little family. Her brother loves her so much already and the hubs rubs my belly at least once a day as he “greets” her. Her arrival will definitely be life changing. But until that time, I’m content preparing for the grueling labor that will precede her birth. Having chosen midwives at birthing center over an ob/gyn and hospital, I believe that even if things do not turn out exactly as I had envisioned, I have been empowered throughout this entire process. Unfortunately, I can’t say the same for the 99% of women who experience birth in a hospital which is why I'm choosing to deliver at a birthing center.
Wait. What is that? Do you hear it? It’s silence. Complete and utter silence!!! Ya’ll, a couple of weeks ago, the mother in law and the boy took a trip to visit her other son and his wife for a week and that ish was glorious!!! There were no “mom can I have this?” or “mom can I do that” or even “I went dancing today down south”. There was nothing!! Although I did miss the random I love yous from the little person.
Guess what man!? You're five!!! Today marks another milestone for you on this journey we call life. You are officially no longer a toddler, but our little boy. Ok, big boy according to you and grandma. You’ll always be little to us even when you're forty.
It finally happened and all it took was a year. Now as some of the more proper folk would say, I am with child. But some of us on the more ratchet end of the spectrum would simply say I'm knocked up. Me? I'm finally preggers ya'll. All thanks to 6 lbs 12 oz baby Jesus. According to the ultra sound its just one.
Hey all! Its been a long while and we're sorry! A lot has happened since our last post. We bought a new house, the mother-in-law moved in with us and I was sick for a bit but feeling much better now. But I'm ready to get back into the swing of things! It's amazing how life can kind of put you on your butt for a moment and you start to reassess your entire life.
This past weekend the hubs and I celebrated our 11th wedding anniversary!! Whoop! Whoop! To be quite honest, about 5 years ago, I didn’t think we would be standing here. But all I can say is, but God. So here we are, another year under our belts. I have no stories for you on the lessons learned this far. Just know that its been work, compromise, communication (actively listening) and whole lot of respect for one another. But it’s also been filled with plenty of laughter and fun times.
My mother's husband of 30 plus years is dying. Another victim of cancer. Another one of thousands this year who will die of this epidemic disease. A victim of life. My mother waits for the inevitable by his side. She cooks the meals he can no longer eat. She fetches him water he can no longer drink. She sits by his side in their home. She makes sure her husband doesn't face death alone. She's been strong.
A few years ago, when my husband and I were going through our marital woes which included a separation, I was filled with anger, despair, a loss of control and sadness. I remember spending my days in a haze trying to fight back tears while at work and then crying myself to sleep while asking God for deliverance from the situation. I would pray constantly for him to fix it, to bring us back together, just please do something.
