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A Tale of Two Mamas

Trying to keep someone IN timeout

Then there was one.

I’m home. SO glad to be back home with my girls.

We have one healthy baby.

I’ll write more tomorrow after sleeping on it.

THe day before…

I feel like total shit.

Every time I get alone in the car, go to the gas station, grocery store, or out to pick something up I cry.

I just can’t get over this sadness that I feel knowing that in a little over a day I won’t be pregnant with three…and I just hope that there’s still one healthy baby.

I’m scared. Scared that I’m making the wrong decision. Scared that when I get to the doctor’s office tomorrow that I’ll run out of the office screaming and won’t have the procedure done.

Margot’s grandma passed away last night so that added to her sadness. Both of us tossed and turned last night and we’re each going through something completely different - yet grieving the same thing. Our babies.

Pumped.

We have been through a few water pumps in our day. The old house had to have the sump replaced and we went with a suggested pump. It rarely needed to go on. At this house the pump is constantly going off and dumping water out of the foundation. I don’t worry too much because it’s really typical of the houses in the area.

I’m guessing we all just live on top of one big swamp.

Ugh. and Ugh.

I felt the babies moving yesterday. It was definately movement. I wish I could ignore it… Then today I was sitting on the couch and sure enough…more movement.

I’m able to keep most meals down. However, last night was a doozie. We went to a friend’s house for a little party and I got home and puked all over. Then as I’m puking I totally pee myself. I have to remember - empty bladder - then barf.

To say the least…felt like a real winner.

The lawn.

How I miss mowing the grass. We have a riding lawn mower and I’m a mad woman out there. Plus I really like doing it!

Our neighbor has a honda mower and I’ve thought about trading her for the summer. She had borrow the rider and I can borrow her lawn mower. That way I can help Margot out and mow the lawn weekly.

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