Halfway

So, here we are - 19 weeks! If all looks good, we will aim for a delivery around 38 or 39 weeks, so I like to think at 19 weeks that the nugget and I are halfway there. YES!

It occurs to me I need to change my description of what this blog is about, as I have sort of wandered from the natural family living discussions that inspired this blog to begin with. (Much of that wandering has taken place since January . . .)

Life with D becomes ever more interesting as her flair for drama reaches new heights daily. I was telling my dad the other night that her (frequent and puzzling) tantrums bring to mind phrases from the Bible where great tragedy and pain are spoken of . . . you know, things like "wailing and gnashing of teeth" and "sackcloths and ashes." I am fairly confident that given the chance, she would gladly don a sackcloth and smear ashes on her face to symbolize to all who meet her that verily, verily, she is to be pitied among all children, for her mother hath commanded that she shall not eat of the cat's food from the cat dish, and she shall not use the dry erase marker she foundeth on the refrigerator to color the kitchen floor. Woe to her! Woe to her!

Yep, it's a hard life. Pobricita!