Morning Coffee, How I've Missed You

It's almost a novelty, drinking coffee in the morning.  And when that comes with a bit of quiet, it's even more rare.

Today it is quiet at 9 AM because Sam has already left for work, and Lizzie was up until 11 PM.  Of course, that means I was also up long after that, but as long as she stays in bed a little longer, I can deal with it.  After all, I have my coffee.

Work is still going well for Sam.  He has been working a lot of hours.  A whole lot of hours.  He's secretly going for a week with enough overtime to double his paycheck before they realize what's going on and tell him to knock it off.  He gets to meet a lot of cool people (and a lot of oddballs, but that's what a retail position will give you), and he works in a field that he has a lot of interest in.  His interest makes him an excellent salesperson; yesterday he sold over $1200 worth of product and memberships.  He came home still stoked about that.

With all the extra hours, it's been a little hard for us to adjust.  There are some days that Lizzie barely gets to see Sam.  She misses him, but most evenings she is up late enough to see him.  I actually had a meltdown a few days ago, and said that I needed him to be home for dinner once this week.  Last night we had dinner together for the first time since Sunday.  It was great.  He helped with Lizzie's bedtime routine, and she climbed and played all over him.  Hence, the 11 PM bedtime.

Wednesday morning I had my 16 week appointment, and all is well.  Somewhere in the last few weeks I had gotten ahead of myself and really thought I was 17 weeks along.  But no, 16 weeks.  Baby's heartbeat is swooshing along nicely, and I'm finally starting to actually look pregnant, not just have a little pooch.  (I recently found that I can't tie my robe unless it goes either above or below the belly.)  We scheduled the 20 week ultrasound appointment 4 weeks out, and we'll find out what we're having!  I have a feeling that will be when it all really kicks in and starts to be very real.  And between now and then I'll be feeling the baby more, so I'll have a more constant reminder.  Aside from the general fatigue and loose joints and occasional lightheadedness.

Lizzie is hilarious as always.  She pulls words out of conversation and repeats them often.  She's saying about 3-4 new words every day.  Even while fighting a nasty head cold!  In fact, "boogers" is one of her words.  Yes, I taught my little girl how to say boogers.  And poop.  But hey, they're very useful.

One word that I taught Lizzie to say, purely for my own amusement, is "wonderful."  I've been curious what she thinks is "won-doe-doe."  For the record, everyone in the family--Daddy, Mama, Zizzie (Lizzie), Yay-yee (Lady, the dog), Max, and Leo (there are no phonetic transliterations for the way she says the cats' names)--are all wonderful.  Her Duplos, some foods (particularly blueberries and eggs), and Barney, are also wonderful. 

So that's all the "stuff" of life these days.  My heart has been trying to be heard again lately.  It had been sort of stifled for a while, I think.  There's something about being physically sick that makes it hard for me to make a priority of anything spiritual.  That is, anything beyond, "Oh, God, help," which I do believe is a perfectly valid prayer.  Having time in the mornings again has helped me not feel like I'm starting every day behind, and has allowed me to have a quiet time about half the time.  Today, I admit, I got on the computer first.  I still haven't had a bona fide quiet time, but I will.

Well, I think I've written about all I needed to, and the girl is STILL quiet in her bed.  Now for that quiet time.... And Second Breakfast.