What a week!

This past week started off not so good. It was Mother’s Day and I was sick as a dog. I totally thought it was hay fever. Greg took Jackson to church while I stayed in bed all day alone. It was kind of sad. My Mom came for a few hours and helped clean my house since I was so sick. I still managed to get to the gym twice this week, but I have to say it is getting much harder. Water aerobics starts the first week of June and I can not wait! I am now carrying an extra 23 pounds and I think working out in the water will help. I started to feel down this week being stuck in the house some. I have felt great this whole pregnancy and I just now am starting to get all the aches and pains. It really messes me up mentally that I can not physically do as much. I am so used to taking care of everyone and always being on the go. That has to slow down. Tuesday Greg got sick and by Friday he went to the Dr. Greg has to be feeling really bad to go to the Dr. He had been running a fever all week so she went ahead and gave him some antibiotics. Friday morning Jackson woke up with a fever. When he woke up from his nap it was 103.2 and I was freaked out! He has never had that high of fever. He was crying uncontrollably and his little body was like a noodle. I managed to keep him medicated and the fever under control and by yesterday after noon things seemed better for him. Greg and I are still a little achy and I think we all just had a virus. This morning I was excited to get to go to church after missing last week. It really gives me strength to get through the week. Don’t get me wrong I feel Christ’s presence daily by the challenges he places before me (trust me), but something about walking in the doors at church always gives me a new and better attitude. So we all get ready this morning and Jackson was in a mood. I think it was a combination of being tired and maybe still not feeling 100%. We took separate cars just in case and what a good idea!! I was determined to go and make the best of it even though my patience was about gone. One of the many things Christ challenges me with daily. I kept telling myself, he is two, he is tired, he does not feel good, etc. We stood in the back and Jackson acted a fool! He was on the floor, crying, rolling, taking off his shoes, throwing them, you name it. It went on and off for about 15 minutes when I picked him up and left. I don’t think it is fair to ruin everyone else’s Sunday mass. When we got home I did not react or say anything I just placed him straight in bed and he was a sleep in less than 5 minutes. I felt so bad that I drug him out and expected so much from him. We have a birthday party we are committed to this after noon so I hope it goes better than this morning.

One last thing, My Grandmother is not doing well. My Grandfather found her face down on the floor Monday morning and she had no idea how she got there. I talked to her Monday night and she seemed ok. She was in the hospital and besides a severe bladder infection they had not found anything. I told her I would call her the next day and I did. Well I have called three times a day every day since. No one is answering. My Dad and brother talked to her Friday and she was not able to hold a conversation or make since. No one knows anything at this point. No one has talked to the Dr. and my Grandfather is 90 (he hates to drive to the hospital in town). My aunt is going to try and get some information by calling her Dr Monday. I hope that we know some more or I am going to go down there. I feel really guilty because I wanted to go for Mother’s Day, but put it off for my own selfish reasons. Famous words of my father, don’t worry until you have something to worry about. So I am just praying for trust in God. I know he has a plan. I posted some pictures (you can clearly see the split personality's of a 2 year old ) and will probably send out an update Tuesday after my Dr’s appointment. Blessing!