I'm afraid to document this day lest I jinx the peace and calm I so recently experienced, but blog I will for the benefit of myself (on hard days when I wonder why Randy and I ever decided to have kids) and others who care to read my ramblings (for whatever reason.)
The content of this blog is largely concerning breastfeeding, so be warned.
This must be payback for all the times I wondered what all those moms were whining about when it came to breastfeeding.
You never know what is do-able until you step into the mystery/challenge if whatever it is. Can you blog while nursing? YES - slowly, with one hand. Blogging while burping a fussy infant. Not as easy.
Having posted an entry about my expectations as to how delivery number 2 would go, it seems appropriate to share the real story with those who care to know it. I think I mentioned some hopes: no c-section, having Nana (Karis's mom) still in town, healthy baby. All of these were realized and for that I am very thankful. For those of you who want the nutshell version, see the stats in Randy's previous posting. For those women friends (and some men, perhaps) out there who live to hear their friend's labor stories, I will try to make this accurate and juicy enough for you.
I have had at least three phone calls today to ask if we've had our baby yet. Unfortunately, I am sitting here blogging instead. Hopefully Miss Bennett Joy Kemp will be joining us soon. The lesson learned in the waiting is that every baby is different, from the get go.
In early February, Elias broke his arm.
I wrote the following to a group of moms shortly after the incident.
This pregnancy is impacting me in strange ways. Every other week or so I have a bout of insomnia. It usually spans from 2am-5am. I attempt to deal with it by rolling over in bed and acting like I am sleeping, hoping to psychosomatically coax my body back to dreamland. After a few uneventful rolls, I decided to come downstairs and do some online reading/writing/episode watching. The first thing I stumbled onto was an online devotional from singer/songwriter Michael Card.
There is a side to me that I am just realizing belongs in my strengths category. It falls under that part of my job that everyone assumes stresses me out. In truth, manipulating the monthly schedule is indeed time consuming, but causes me no loss of sleep whatsoever. Today I spent a good 2 hours finishing a summer volunteer schedule for the children's ministry that I am soon to phase out of. It sounds very geeky of me to say, but the time passed very quickly and I was extremely satisfied to see it all written out on paper.
I am sitting in the jury assembly room of the King County Courthouse. This is day 2 of my service, and I have yet to be summoned to a courtroom. In King County, you are called to jury duty for 2 days or 1 trial. This sounds very simple. The fact remains, you could get called to a jury at the end of day 2 in the "jury waiting room" and still have to serve for several more days, dare I say weeks!