I'm so vein. . . yes, vein.
I love my kids. I love that the Lord has blessed me 8 times over with wonderful, healthy children. I would not change a bit of that. Well, just one tiny thing- 8 pregnancies has taken a toll on my body- leaving what has become dubbed my "pregnancy tattoo." This is a series of veins that wrap around my ankle and travel up my leg. When I am pregnant, my "tattoo" glows a purple/blue- and it's anything but praise to KSU/KU.
I've not done anything about this issue because there was always the possibility of another baby coming along and making corrections moot point. But, and I'm not counting out the possibility of another beautiful blessing from God, our insurance deductible is now met- due to Jewel #8, and it seems like it might be a good time to look into doing something about the lovely "pregnancy tattoo."
Now, that this surgery is a reality, I'm trying to decide if I'm really just. . . vain.
Friday I go in for a consultation to see how vein/vain I am.
The answer will be quite clear- insurance pays, it's a go. . . insurance doesn't pay, I'm heading to a tattoo shop to put on some finishing touches. Just kidding- I don't think my shadow will ever grace a tattoo shop.
I love those little reminders that speak beautiful truths of how a woman's body looks after pregnancy is a testimony to her being pro-life. I find that statement poetic. And most women who have given birth can tell you that there are changes in her body that she'll have to deal with the rest of her life, yet the changes are totally worth it (She usually has no problem reminding her offspring of these changes when in a heated discussion-after all, a little guilt goes a long way!)
My only problem is that I don't like the yucky feeling I get when I see other women who look great in shorts and skirts. . . while I think about how I'm so vein!
Surviving my post pregnant self,
Mary
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Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Is it Monday?
Have you ever had one of those weeks? I have double checked to see if the calendar read Monday ever since, well Monday. I did, however, find some precious jewels amongst the grayness.
On Monday, The Boy was sick- which both he and I deemed "totally unfair" since he was sick to his stomach last Tuesday. I must have sympathized with him too much though; I joined in on his sickness full force. So, this Monday he was once again feeling miserable- only a head cold this time, but still such a dry cough that he was either sobbing or coughing. (Jewel #1) "Why, why did God make this happen to me?" he'd cry. I tried to explain to him that while God allowed his sickness, it was due to Adam and Eve's sin that we get sick. "I hate Adam and Eve!" cough, cry, cough, cough.
I don't know what touched my heart more- the comment or the little turned down lip that accompanied his sobs!
Despite the sickness, The Boy is the trooper. He wanted to work on his school. Since one of his best subjects is memory, we worked on our currant undertaking: memorizing the 50 states and their capitals. Now before you think we are cranking out super genius kids, meeting and exceeding the standard homeschooling, I'll let you know we picked to memorize these because 1. it was set to music and the kids tend to memorize much better if they can sing it. and 2. it was easier than memorizing the list of Popes- although The Jane Austen Want to Be suggested we just spout out "Pope 1, Pope 2, Pope 3, etc." Funny.
Anyway, (Jewel #2) The Boy has done so well on the states, except he is absolutely sure that Michigan's capital is Landscape, not Lasing. It's so cute, I hate to correct him each time. Oh, I do, but not until after a giggle.
Today, surely a Monday, was the day that The Clown picked to work (or shall I say continue to work) on their messy, MESSY bedroom. Really, I'm not a mommy dearest that runs white glove tests daily to see if the kids' room are clean- trust me, they wouldn't pass anyway! They really get it from me honestly; I have never lived down a Christmas orange that some how lost itself and reappeared many, many months later- hard as a rock and a little more green than orange. So, I don't put a lot of pressure on immaculate rooms. Yet, about every 3 weeks the older 3 girls decided it's time to straighten up. This means a dumping of the closets. I always try to avoid cleaning days by staying clear of the area- completely away! The Clown worked this morning, despite the fact that she too had the cold and felt miserable, rehanging clothes and straightening up. Unfortunately, The Jane Austen Want to Be and The Bookworm took it upon themselves to go back through what The Clown's progress and confiscate clothes that she had outgrown. The problem with this is that (Jewel #3) The Clown was positive that the clothes they grabbed still fit her fine- never mind that they were size 7 and 10 - and that she is wearing a size 14. I love that she still sees herself as my little girl.
What is even sadder was that, due to her feeling sick, her feelings were worn on her sleeve and this whole event sent her into tears. (Jewel #4) Grabbing the 4 or 5 pieces of clothes, she hugged them and ran off crying, where she found solace on the couch, clutching them like a precious treasure. I can so appreciate that scene- there are times when I try something on from my closet that used to fit fine! I often shed some tears and feel like climbing in a fetal position too! - I hate Adam and Eve!!
Finally, this brings me to this week being the week of losing things. Including my mind! From Monday on, the house has been in an uproar over lost items. Fortunately everything has been found, well, not my mind, but not without much shedding of tears, rants, raves and slammed doors. This is what brings me to the next jewel- Jewel #8.
No, I didn't miscount- in fact, my numbers are right on- we are expecting another baby- for now we'll call "Jewel #8"- in April.
After all my medical mishaps, which conveniently covered my doctor visits excuses to the children, my husband and I decided to share the good news with the family. Believe me, if I could have gotten away with hiding the news until Christmas I would have! It would have made for easy Christmas shopping- something that was on each of the kids' wish list. Unfortunately, the baby bump was growing beyond my jeans size.
The only sadness in that news and relating to this week is that I did officially climb into the maternity clothes. I know- it's not sad- it's good, it's normal, it's just hard getting big! Oh, that and finding that most of my maternity clothes were a little dated- very 90's. Too bad that trend hasn't come back. Can I blame that one on Adam and Eve too? Maybe it's just a Monday!
Growing and surviving myself,
Mary
On Monday, The Boy was sick- which both he and I deemed "totally unfair" since he was sick to his stomach last Tuesday. I must have sympathized with him too much though; I joined in on his sickness full force. So, this Monday he was once again feeling miserable- only a head cold this time, but still such a dry cough that he was either sobbing or coughing. (Jewel #1) "Why, why did God make this happen to me?" he'd cry. I tried to explain to him that while God allowed his sickness, it was due to Adam and Eve's sin that we get sick. "I hate Adam and Eve!" cough, cry, cough, cough.
I don't know what touched my heart more- the comment or the little turned down lip that accompanied his sobs!
Despite the sickness, The Boy is the trooper. He wanted to work on his school. Since one of his best subjects is memory, we worked on our currant undertaking: memorizing the 50 states and their capitals. Now before you think we are cranking out super genius kids, meeting and exceeding the standard homeschooling, I'll let you know we picked to memorize these because 1. it was set to music and the kids tend to memorize much better if they can sing it. and 2. it was easier than memorizing the list of Popes- although The Jane Austen Want to Be suggested we just spout out "Pope 1, Pope 2, Pope 3, etc." Funny.
Anyway, (Jewel #2) The Boy has done so well on the states, except he is absolutely sure that Michigan's capital is Landscape, not Lasing. It's so cute, I hate to correct him each time. Oh, I do, but not until after a giggle.
Today, surely a Monday, was the day that The Clown picked to work (or shall I say continue to work) on their messy, MESSY bedroom. Really, I'm not a mommy dearest that runs white glove tests daily to see if the kids' room are clean- trust me, they wouldn't pass anyway! They really get it from me honestly; I have never lived down a Christmas orange that some how lost itself and reappeared many, many months later- hard as a rock and a little more green than orange. So, I don't put a lot of pressure on immaculate rooms. Yet, about every 3 weeks the older 3 girls decided it's time to straighten up. This means a dumping of the closets. I always try to avoid cleaning days by staying clear of the area- completely away! The Clown worked this morning, despite the fact that she too had the cold and felt miserable, rehanging clothes and straightening up. Unfortunately, The Jane Austen Want to Be and The Bookworm took it upon themselves to go back through what The Clown's progress and confiscate clothes that she had outgrown. The problem with this is that (Jewel #3) The Clown was positive that the clothes they grabbed still fit her fine- never mind that they were size 7 and 10 - and that she is wearing a size 14. I love that she still sees herself as my little girl.
What is even sadder was that, due to her feeling sick, her feelings were worn on her sleeve and this whole event sent her into tears. (Jewel #4) Grabbing the 4 or 5 pieces of clothes, she hugged them and ran off crying, where she found solace on the couch, clutching them like a precious treasure. I can so appreciate that scene- there are times when I try something on from my closet that used to fit fine! I often shed some tears and feel like climbing in a fetal position too! - I hate Adam and Eve!!
Finally, this brings me to this week being the week of losing things. Including my mind! From Monday on, the house has been in an uproar over lost items. Fortunately everything has been found, well, not my mind, but not without much shedding of tears, rants, raves and slammed doors. This is what brings me to the next jewel- Jewel #8.
No, I didn't miscount- in fact, my numbers are right on- we are expecting another baby- for now we'll call "Jewel #8"- in April.
After all my medical mishaps, which conveniently covered my doctor visits excuses to the children, my husband and I decided to share the good news with the family. Believe me, if I could have gotten away with hiding the news until Christmas I would have! It would have made for easy Christmas shopping- something that was on each of the kids' wish list. Unfortunately, the baby bump was growing beyond my jeans size.
The only sadness in that news and relating to this week is that I did officially climb into the maternity clothes. I know- it's not sad- it's good, it's normal, it's just hard getting big! Oh, that and finding that most of my maternity clothes were a little dated- very 90's. Too bad that trend hasn't come back. Can I blame that one on Adam and Eve too? Maybe it's just a Monday!
Growing and surviving myself,
Mary
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