December is right around the corner, and this is usually when Ali Edwards completes her December Daily project. Its a scrapbook to capture the holiday season. It forces one to be in the moment, enjoy the magic of the season.
I've tried to do it previously, but I get way too caught up in the details.
Today, as I was surfing, I found this journal. The simplicity of this journal is what attracted me to it. Its made me think I can actually capture the season.
In keeping with my 'recycle' program in the house (you know the one where I use what I have), I will not purchase new, but create this journal from the mounds of scrapbooking supplies I already own.
Im kind of excited to do this. I think I will take the Project Life approach and just capture what we do each day - whether its drive by decorated houses, check out the lighting parade, seeing Santa, or just going for Peppermint Hot Chocolates at Starbucks.
I have decided to dedicate an area of the house I am in the most for the construction site. This area of the kitchen counter is normally covered in items that need to be put away or find a home. (well i did that for those that were there prior to this picture!) I think since this is usually where I put the mail and any receipts, this will force me to just quickly document the events and insert any items.
This is what started it all.
This is what basically took me out at the knees, crippling me from feeling human for the last three months.
This plus a toddler made me crave long winter naps.
This came as a surprise. I mean I knew what I was doing, but I didnt think it would happen so quickly. I even told the nurse when she called that she had the wrong patient.
This is taking a while to get excited about. I am feeling lots of 'Max is more than enough, what am I doing bringing another into the world?'
However, today, I actually felt good about This.
This was reviewed by the 'old mama' doctor today. I was supposed to have an invasive genetic test done, and after his review and confidence that everything looks normal, I opted out.
God has blessed me with This, a second miracle. And whatever it is - boy, girl, genetic problems or not - I was meant to be its mama.
When I left the doctor's office today, I felt scared that I opted out of the test, but also relieved.
This explains my absence from the world.
I am starting to feel human again. This week I've only had a couple of occasions where I wanted to puke until my head pops off (as opposed to everyday, all day).
I will not lie and say 'This is great! I cant wait!' in regards to being a mama to two kids. I am excited, though more scared than anything. But if I recall correctly, I believe I was this scared when I was pregnant with Max.
Life will be just right with my two kids. My heart is full.
I'm still feeling pretty yucky, yet am starting see more good days than bad. I was told when I was in my mid thirties that the body starts taking longer to heal. I didnt believe it. Well, here I am at *that* number (you know the number after 3-9), and now convinced of it.
Here's basically what happened in October and so far, November.
1. Halloween Parade at school.
2. Halloween Party with twinkies and their 'multiples' group.
3. Halloween.
4. Trip to Denver to visit Aunt Sharon, Uncle Geno, cousins Nicholas, Erika + Zachary.
So that is basically whats been happening in between us just hanging out at home, watching the movie Robots over and over again and living off toast, crackers and applesauce (because I have no desire or energy to cook!). Please dont report me to the Bad Parent Police!
What have you been up to?