{"id":863,"date":"2007-12-02T19:25:00","date_gmt":"2007-12-03T00:25:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/sunday-december-2-2007\/"},"modified":"2007-12-02T19:25:00","modified_gmt":"2007-12-03T00:25:00","slug":"sunday-december-2-2007","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/sunday-december-2-2007\/","title":{"rendered":"Sunday December 2, 2007"},"content":{"rendered":"

<\/a><\/a> <\/span> <\/span>Seeing pinker days ahead.  No, that’s not referring to the gender of the baby.  It’s talking about the color of my days.  When I saw Emily in church today I told her if I were Dr. Seuss I’d tell her my day is the color of her dress…olive green.  However, there is cause to celebrate and kill the fatted calf and whatever else we can think of.  I had 36 hrs of feeling like ME!  (Never mind that I threw up halfway through that time period.  At least I had energy and didn’t feel sick most of the time.<\/font>)  I literally danced around the kitchen to the Christmas music.  Adam stared at me aghast.  I guess it has been a long time.  “What are you doing, Mommy?” he asked in a shocked, sort of quiet little voice.  “Are you leading songs?”  <\/font><\/p>\n

No, sweetie.  Mommy is dancing.  And then we had the first giggle fest we’ve had in a long time.<\/font>  And happy as a lark I picked up my previously all too heavy camera and headed outside to take pictures of Adam.  <\/font><\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

It was the oddest sensation, feeling well.  I didn’t realize how dark and how bad it had been until I walked up the steps and caught a glimpse of Adam’s room.  “Oh, that’s such a nice yellow,” I thought to myself and then realized it was the house I live in that I was talking about.  Although, existed would be a better word then live.  Exist and survival.  Trying desperately to simply make it to the end of the day and hope tomorrow is better and then in the morning waking up and wondering how in the world I’d get to the end of it.  But now, it’s getting better.  Treadmill and grocery store beware.  Except it will still probably be two weeks before I can tackle either one.  But it’s coming.  Ahh, I like pink better then green.<\/font><\/p>\n

Since I’m not finished editing Adam’s pictures, I’ll post some of Darius and Ro.  <\/font><\/p>\n

\"D<\/a> <\/span>\"D<\/a> <\/span>\"D<\/a> <\/span>\"D<\/a> <\/span>\"D<\/a> <\/span>\"D<\/a> <\/span>\"D<\/a> <\/span>\"D<\/a> <\/span>\"D<\/a> <\/span><\/a>\"Darius<\/a> <\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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