Gratitude

A year ago yesterday I was intently scanning the ultrasound screen hoping futilely that three little heartbeats would suddenly appear somewhere.

A year ago today Ryan and I were in the OR waiting for the anesthesiologist so that they could do a D&C.

This morning I woke up feeling a little sad but mostly so grateful. I'm grateful for the growth we've had in the last year and especially grateful to have a little one (and yes, grateful she is just one) still trying to do somersaults inside a tummy she's quickly outgrowing. More grateful than I can really put into words.

On a lighter note, I've been thinking about the importance of saying "thank you." Ryan is so good about thanking me. He thanks me for dinner. He thanks me for cleaning. He thanks me for doing the dishes. When I worked, he thanked me for helping him provide for our family. I'm not saying he literally thanks me for every single thing I do every single time I do it, but he is good about saying it more than often enough. I would do all of it anyway, but it sure is easier to do knowing he appreciates it. Hopefully he knows he much I appreciate what he does too. He works so hard at his job and then has to put in all the extra hours of class time and homework. Then he still manages to find time to listen to me blabber on and on about my unexciting day when he really feels like this:



Anyway, enough with the mushy stuff. Let me just say that I'm glad it's Thanksgiving and hope that you all have a very happy one!

Winnie the Pooh and a Dirty Mirror

If I post another picture, do you promise to ignore my dirty mirror? I didn't realize how dirty it was until looking at the picture (which could be because I need to change the light bulbs in the bathroom). Well, I feel large but I still get plenty of comments about how small I am. In fact a waitress asked if I'd like a drink last Friday. On the other hand, a friend at the storehouse was laughing at me yesterday. I asked her why and she told me that I looked like Winnie the Pooh toddling around. Nice. Another lady at church told me I'm starting to waddle. She also giggled at me. I'll have to let you be the judge: