Sunday, January 23, 2011

That's What I Get For Thinking

“As a dog returns to its vomit, so a fool repeats his folly.” Proverbs 26:11

Bet you didn’t know there were bible verses about vomit, did you?

I blame myself really. I’ve heard recently of several people I knew from school having babies (or even grandchildren! Yikes!) and got to thinking it might be nice to have another baby sometime. I opened my big fat mouth to my husband about this just before we went to sleep on Wednesday night. His standard answer: “I don’t know.”

Really, who knows? And if we’d known, would we still?

Two hours later, we’re both up with carpet cleaners in full force for an exploding child for about an hour. There went our uninterrupted sleep.

We spent Thursday nursing sick child back to health on a snow day with doses of sledding and light foods. He fell asleep on the couch at 7 pm by his own will and we wondered if he was going to be okay the next day. 24-hours was what all the moms on Facebook were saying about our affliction.

Friday was another “snow day” although it would only be considered a snow day to people in my neck of the country. No additional accumulation, roads were for the most part clear. We spent part of the day at a children’s museum, me reading, them playing.

Then Saturday rolled around and I woke up feeling like I’d swallowed a brick and it was stuck somewhere under my left set of ribs. We didn’t do a whole lot that day, but I ate at least a couple of times before… I checked into my office for the rest of the evening.

Throwing up has to be one of the most unpleasant bodily functions I can think of. It always takes me back to my pregnancy days because I was so good at it then. Even little things like the movement from the water in the shower would make me gag. Both times I lost 10 pounds during the first three months of my pregnancies. Don’t worry. I was back in the positive by the end, but really, the nausea never really went away.

So there it was. The ramification of even thinking of having another baby. Lost sleep. Tossing my cookies. Then I factored in diapers and milk and crying and decided “Am I nuts?” Needless to say, number three is back on hold and remains a figment of my imagination. And in my imagination, there’s no crying or pumping or diapers or puking.

Wishing you a full night’s rest this evening, with no horrible interruptions, and continued happy thoughts – imaginary or not.

“Even the land was defiled; so I punished it for its sin, and the land vomited out its inhabitants.” Leviticus 18:28


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