Monday, April 17, 2006
Its All About Me
I'm going to try my darndest to make this post all about me. Not Andrew. Just me. We'll see how this goes.So I had gallbladder surgery last week. Yeah, that was a good idea...right before a big move. But I wanted to get it done in a hospital I was familiar with, and by a doctor I actually liked and trusted. I'm doing OK now, but had a few really painful days. Thank GOD for pain pills!!! At least there won't be anymore gallbladder attacks. :)
I'm trying to do way too much. I feel so guilty about not being helpful with this move, though, so I pushmyself beyond my limits. I'm trying to take care of Andrew as much as I can so Chris at least doesn't have to worry about him, but I think he'd rather me help with packing. Today I went to Wal-Mart without him, though, and he got a little taste of what its like meeting every need of a 7-week old. Andrew's sweet but very high maintenance! He fights sleep, too, which makes him fussy and irritable when he needs to sleep but doesn't want to. (See? I can't even get through two paragraphs without talking about him! Sigh...)
OK, back to me. AF showed up this weekend, exactly 7 weeks postpartum. Fun, fun. At least I'm not pregnant! HA! Chris was a little nervous since we'd fooled around with no protection at least three times...I told him it took me a year to get & stay preggo so why would it be so easy this time? Anyway, nothing to worry about, except dealing with monster cramps AND pain from surgery. Yeah, I'm FUN to be around these days.
Easter was yesterday...I love Easter. Its probably my favorite holiday. I love springtime and the whole idea of "new beginnings" - plus I'm a Christian so the religious significance of the day is tremendous and super important to me. I was thinking last night, as I was staring at Andrew, how hard it must have been for God to let His Son die for us...to SEND Him for that purpose, even! I mean, there is NO WAY I could just let Andrew die like that. Call me a horrible person, but I'd never let my son die for people who denied his existence. God's love is totally and completely real to me now...in a way it never was before I had a son. Having Andrew has not only changed me as a person and as a woman, but it has truly changed my relationship with God. Now I feel like I have just the tiniest bit more understanding of how much He loves us. Hmm.
Wow, I think I did it! A post mostly about me, and just a TINY bit about my boy! :)
| posted by Anna at 4:53 PM
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Catherine had this to say:
See...and you said you didn't have anything interesting to say! ha!
