Thursday, December 15, 2011

Week of weeks

This week has been hard. Excuse me while I vent (and document for my future self):

It is finals week here in seminary land. All the stressing, studying, hustling and bustling and huffing and puffing, and not being able to help with any of it is hard. I am Chris' partner in crime and I can't do anything to help with this week.
Added to his stress and busyness was the stomach bug, which somehow found its nasty way into our house early Monday morning. Chris got it first and then HM. I don't know how, but I have avoided the sickness thus far (God's providence and apple cider vinegar maybe helped).

It seemed like it was the best version of the stomach bug, so we really do have a lot to be thankful for (the version I had when I was pregnant with HM last almost 4 days and was bad bad bad). The sickness lasted only a day, but it's taken a few days for them to feel back to normal. As far as I can tell, I think HM is feeling like herself again. Today was the first day this week that we sat at the table and had a meal together (well, excluding Chris because he is BUSY).

I made the mistake of reading online that people infected with stomach viruses can be contagious for up to 5 days. I guess I'm not home free yet. I have done probably 1,000 loads of laundry since Monday morning. I am washing and rewashing toys and stuffed animals and wiping books and doorknobs.... and did I mention that I'm a germaphobe? I have washed the crap out of my hands and I'm now dealing with a flare of hand eczema (which is just great, I must say). My hands are so itchy that I could take a grater to them. Boo.

I appreciate my washer more than I can say. We lived the first half of our marriage without such luxuries and I am just so thankful that neither of us got a stomach virus back then. (Speaking of marriage... this weekend is our 7th wedding anniversary!)

It is going to sound bizarre, but I think one of my favorite toddlerhood memories of HM happened on Monday right after the first time she threw up (which of course, because I didn't know she was about to throw up, happened all down my front and yes, I tried to 'catch' it with my hands). After I yelled for Chris (who was sick himself), I just stood there all dazed and confused, tried to hold my breath/comfort my sick baby (toddler) while she cuddled into my chest and said "Oooooo" and then looked up at me, puckered her lips and tried to give me a big kiss on the mouth. "Muuuuuuah!!"
Poor thing. I told her I'd take a rain check on the kiss.

Chris was gone all day yesterday (with the exception of 2 breaks for a quick bite of something to eat), from the time HM and I woke up to way after HM was down for the night. He'll be gone all day today too, and most of tomorrow. We miss him.

I am so thankful that we have a break coming our way. It is coming. And it can't come soon enough.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Certain words for a certain book

I generally stay away from using certain words. Not because I'm legalistic or afraid of turning people off or because I'm better than people who use words that I don't.

I stay away from some certain words because when I use them I want them to mean something.

With that said, I HATE What to Expect When You're Expecting. I HATE it.

Just typing its name makes my blood boil. I get really hot and sweaty and I start fidgeting when I hear women talking about using this book during pregnancy.
Don't do it. Just don't do it. Don't read it. Don't look at it. And don't bother telling me it has useful information in it.

This book has boldly helped perpetuate the lie that babies stop moving when labor is impending. This book has led so many women into complacency at a time when there should never be complacency.
This book led me to believe that it was normal for my baby's movements to slow down and be few and far between because I was nearing my due date.

I heard about another woman delivering her 39 week baby stillborn today. She had read that it was normal for babies to stop moving as much near their due dates. I can't say for sure that she read this lie in the book that shall not be named. But the fact remains I still HATE that book.
And I hate that she is burying her baby. I hate it.