Saturday, July 24, 2010
I am now meant to be ten weeks pregnant. Instead I am un-pregnant and in a great deal of physical and emotional pain. It sucks.
Exactly a week ago, I felt like something was wrong. I made myself keep quiet about it and just pretend that it was to do with the morning sickness and dull cramps I was having. That night, I just had to tell my husband. I could see that he was also worried, but trying not to be.
We made an appointment for the next day. "I'm sorry, Tara, but....." were the words that made my heart sink. I didn't know what to do. The baby's heartbeat stopped at about eight weeks. Eight weeks?! How could I not have known that? My own motherly instinct had failed me.
It has now been five days since we found out. The pain is slowly starting to go away. Luckily, we haven't told our families, so no unpleasant announcements. I told my eldest daughter and she cried as if it was her own baby.
I am so lucky that I have my beautiful family around me at this time. We will get through this together.
Nikki suggested that we name the baby. I think we will do this as a family. Once we have had some times to heal I will be back with a name. In the meantime, I appreciate all of the support. It really does help.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
If you found a six pack of beer under your 16 year old son's bed?
This is when it all gets hard.
I've never experienced anything like this. No major issues with my teenagers and being my first lot of teenagers, I've no idea what to do.
Drinking age here is 18. Maybe I would think differently about this situation if my son was 17, in his 18th birthday year. He's not. He's only 16 years old, and at the start of this year he was only 15.
A million questions are running through my mind:
Where did he get the beer from? Has he actually had the beer? Is he giving them to a friend? Which friend? Why would he do this? Why? Why? Why?
Little children, headache; big children, heartache.
~ Italian Proverb
Friday, July 9, 2010
Monday, July 5, 2010
Recipe and image here
Yes, my 15 and 16 year old boys worked together to make the above creation. It's not the hardest recipe ever, but I am very excited that they can actually put something together without having to be asked. At least that's one less thing for their future wives to complain about.
I am seriously hoping and praying that it tastes as good as it looks. Will report back later!
Saturday, July 3, 2010
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