I have been feeling the quilting itch for the past week, but there just hasn’t been time to do much about it. I would have love to have had a work in progress report for today, but I don’t plan on stressing myself out any more than I have too.
This week-end I do hope to get some sewing done, however, it’s going to be to make some reusable breast pads. Should be simple enough. Maybe I should just use the pee pee teepees I made, since there is no pee pee to use them on perhaps they can have another use…LOL
Mr.Pickles is going out east for training again all of next week. Luckily my mother is going to be staying with me so she can help out in the evening with the little one. He was gone for a week back in May and we survived, so I am sure we will again this time. I just might be able to get some sewing done while my mother is watching the baby,.....maybe...however, i'll likely be weeding instead..LOL
Speaking of the little pickle today she is 3 months old!!!! WOW were does the time go. It feels like just yesterday we were staring our baby journey in Calgary and now here we are with a baby. It's been the best and worst 12 months of my life. Sitting in that clinic praying so hard for a miracle that we would get pregnant and that my dad would survive his fight with cancer I never thought that 12 months later we would have a baby and we would no longer have my dad. It's a hard struggle every day for me. I look to Anika and feel unexplainable joy, sorrow and guilt all at the same time. While I was pregnant I couldn't deal with the death of my father because it was just too much and I was afraid the stress of dealing with it would cause a miscarriage. I kept saying i'll deal with it once the baby comes. Then she arrived and well I cannot deal with it at all, its just too sad and I feel that If I really deal with it I am going to burry myself into a big ole hole of sadness and I am not sure if I will ever come out....so I just don't think about it. I cry about it for a few mins everyday and then say..don't think about it and move on. Its funny you pray everyday for the hurt to go away, but then you don't want the hurt to go away because that is all you have left.
Okay this post got a lot more depressing than I had planed on...lol
Have a great day