I am feeling some fear and anxiety. My mom was hospitalized this weekend and it is pretty serious. She has a severe case of diverticulitis. Dad and Vic gave her a blessing on Friday. Vic said she didn't look good. She is on oxygen, morphine, ativan, and all sorts of other stuff. Their plans to leave on their mission to Russia in three weeks will have to be put on hold or canceled all together. I am very worried about her. She hasn't responded to the anti-biotics and they had to do a cat scan yesterday. Looks like they will have to perform surgery and she will be in the hospital for several weeks. She is in so much pain. I am going to see her later today.
Peter is almost two. I can scarcely believe it. I need to figure out how to trim his hair today. It is so long it is covering his eyes and I've been addressing the situation by using Lucy's hair bows or putting it in a pony tail so he can see. Vic isn't fond of that remedy so I'm going to have to get out the big guns today and do some cutting.
Spring was here but decided to leave. I woke up to several inches of fresh snow this morning. It is actually quite beautiful.
I'm not pregnant like I thought. It was so strange, I had a ravenous appetite like never before, was exhausted to the max and even sleeping through the night. I have never been more bloated before. But alas, I started my period.
The flooded basement is coming along but still mighty stressful.
Peter and I spent the day at Sugarhouse Park on Friday. It was blissful. After the park we visited Lucy at the cemetery. I never thought I'd say to my child, "Let's go play with your sister", and then drive to a cemetery. I never thought my child would begin learning and be interested in the alphabet because of the letters on headstones.
I'm not doing great on my theme for the year, "2011--Closer to Heaven." Been struggling.
Through all of this, I'm quite happy. Just plugging away. Been running more. Want to sign up for a race this summer.
Have paid for quite a few headstones recently. What a wonderful feeling.