Caffeine and a 10 hour nap

This is what I need most....caffeine and a 10 hour nap. If only I could have these two things! Imagine how much better I'd feel....perky and lively with energy to spare. Well, maybe not all of that. But at least I'd feel better with a tad more pep in my step. I am tired. It's par for the course, I'm afraid, since I am, after all, preggo. But ugh, I am tired! At least the 1st trimester queasy torture has passed. I'm feeling better in that regard, however still have some food aversion. Mostly anything that's green does not appeal much to me. This is regretful, since I'm admittedly not eating as many vegetables as I should be. This is much different for me this time around. When I was pregnant with Anna I had a bit of queasiness, but nothing like this time. I ate so well with Anna and was so good about being healthy and getting enough fruit, veggies, and calcium. I'm not doing as well this time....my poor little Baby #2 is longing for leafy greens and antioxidants! Everyday I have a new goal for more vegetables. I've yet to impress myself with reaching this goal. BUT, I do often surpass expectations for napping! I have really been good at resting. No problem there. But while I nap, my house stays messy and the laundry piles. *sigh* Caffeine.... more naps .... and a maid ....

We'll be headed to South Bend in a couple of days to spend Thanksgiving with our families. There will be a big void this year, as Scott will not be here with us. The first Thanksgiving without my brother. I miss him so deeply at moments that it takes my breath away. Scott always made the mashed potatoes for our family Thanksgiving. He was really good at it! He was the potato man. I'll take over the mashed potato tradition this year, however I know they won't have the same special-ness to them. Through my grief, I often think 'how can I be thankful this year?' I'm not thankful to be without Scott. I'm not thankful that my parents lost their son and that I lost my brother. I'm not thankful to be hurting every single day and to fight tears through difficult smiles. I'm just not. However my Aunt Joan told me that when she looks at things through her wordly eyes, things look worse and confusing. But when she uses her spiritual and faithful eyes, things make more sense. So, when I use my spiritual eyes I can be thankful that Scott is with Jesus. And that he isn't hurting anymore and he is safe and comforted. I am thankful that he is happy. I am thankful he is looking down at my family. And he is with us. Scott is in our hearts and memories forever. I am thankful he is my brother. And that my parents and I, and so many others, were blessed by his life. And we have the rest of our lives to remember and love him. So, I am thankful for that. And I am thankful for my strong and loving parents, who I adore and cherish. And of course I am thankful for my own little family....my dear husband who completes me, my darling Anna girl, and my tiny littlest one that I am blessed to be carrying. I am thankful for each of my extended family members and friends, who often lift me up with love. With all of these things, how can I not be thankful? So, Happy Thanksgiving to you. Let's count our blessings.