My world

We have come a long way and there is still a distance to travel but I give thanks to God for bringing me this far. It’s a new experience. Feels like I’m expecting for the first time. Touching my belly and feeling parts of this little person’s body is amazing. Obviously I’m doing a lot of guess work but am certain that the head is somewhere around “here”, the butt is somewhere around “here”, the knees or elbows … I can’t tell the fingers and toes apart but I feel him/her drawing circles and lines, punching and poking the trapeze, aka my stomach. Trips to the loo have stepped up to almost every 30 minutes – that can be very bothersome.

My bounce is gone. I have recently acquired the duck walk for balancing purposes but I try to keep it as subtle as possible.

In other news Mr. O is out of town, I miss him sorely. It’s not good for woman to be alone. When lives get intertwined, life is not the same when one party is missing. It’s in the little things: turning on the radio in the morning, driving to and from work together, conversations and remarks, having dinner together…

Mich feels his absence too but I get to face the brunt of zillions of questions. They come in one big wave, as though he were uncomfortable with silence and talking is a calming therapy. He calls me 8 times in one sentence and everything is a question “why did God create men with breasts?” “Did I tell you about Bakugan swam fire?” “What is moisture?” “When is Daddy coming back?” I have to give well thought out answers - the absent minded responses only cause a regeneration of questions. He loves to share new information too like “the smoke that comes out of a ship’s engine is burnt coal” or “we should thank the Indians and Chinese for inventing gun powder” – this is off an education DVD that he just got.

We butt heads constantly these days, especially when he is fixated on disobeying. I tend to miss his subtle manipulation mostly because I’m drained from the days events. On good days I’m able to get a grip on things and think of creative ways of getting him onto my side without exactly being dictatorial. On other days I just lose it. He relates better when he understands the principles but it takes a lot of patience and yet I want immediate obedience. Every day I’m reminded that parenting takes prayer, lots of it, there is no way of carrying out this responsibility without God. I see traits in Mich that I loathe, even more because it’s a mirror of me. I need God to work on my character on a minute by minute basis so I can portray Christ.http://www.feedburner.com/fb/a/emailconfirm?k=KM2wtjVaiz&i=24354594