That last post was a bit of a downer, eh? Sorry about that. It seemed like everything that could go wrong that day did. And as I am not very good at bottling up my emotions (Matthew would readily testify) the blog was a perfect way to get some of it out.
To clarify:
When it rains, it really does pour, but that's not always such a bad thing.
The dog DOES like me, just not as much as Matthew. I'm ok with that. Its mutual.
Pooka has been sleeping better (maybe the post worked some hidden voo-doo magic?)
I LOVE to feel Lily move and kick, I just prefer it in non-sleeping time. The night before I posted last time was the first time she ever woke me up with brutal kicks to my innards.
The carrying a gun at work thing, not so much of a bother now. I would need to be further educated in firearms training before I would be comfortable with it, but knowing I can take care of myself, my family, and anyone else who needs me is amazingly comforting. And if I were to get this Metro position, I am glad to say I truly believe I could do it, dealing with all the evil of the world first hand. I have such an amazing, supportive husband, a father who has seen it all, and I will (hopefully) make friends in my unit who I can lean on and rely upon for help if and when the time comes. But my Heavenly Father will help me do it if it is right. And that is the most important, uplifting piece of information I can ever have. If it is right, He will help me do it.
I am still sad about not giving Grandma Morris that picture before she died, but I'm sure she understands.
Such is life.
5 comments:
i totally know how you feel about the baby kicking you when you're trying to sleep..my kid wakes up at 3 a.m. every day demanding cereal. hahaha.seriously. every night. and...be thankful your dog prefers your husband, because i have two of the neediest dogs EVER, who if i am on the couch, they MUST be on top of me...at all times.
It's no surprise, I'm NOT a dog person, so I don't mind it (in fact, I PREFER it) when dogs don't like me!!
A supportive husband, Daddy that has seen it all and a sister that told you about the job in the first place!!! We could be Metro pals!! It would be soooooo awesome!!
Love you!!!
I completely understand days like that and I think the blog is a perfect place to put them! I am glad however that you are doing better and I hope that baby stops kicking quite so hard although it can be a comfort that she is getting so strong. My husband's cousin though get bruises you could actually see from the outside from her little on and her sister's baby even broke her ribs! They make some stong babies in that family!!! Good luck and hope the days get better and better!!
How are you feeling today? I'm amazed at how intense that baby is in you. Anne was active, but I don't recall being wakened by hard core kicks to the insides. Love ya!
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