fall is here....
I return from the quietness. I promise I will not whine or complain here but I am so, so, so tired and just as sick each day. Just being nauseated all day can really wipe a person out. I have tried all of the home remedies for morning (in my case, all day) sickness and nothing seems to work. We are anxiously counting down the days until the end of the first trimester but then again, I am not naive enough to think that it will all go away, everybody and every pregnancy is different. I could not make it through this time without the support and help of my husband, he is truly my constant and love.
This morning I am much more hopeful than the last time I wrote. My mom went in for her heart cath yesterday and made it thought just fine and everything was clean and clear which means that she will now be positioned at the top of the transplant list. So, it is now just a waiting game and although the idea of a transplant surgery is big and scary, the thought of her being able to reclaim her life is even bigger and more exciting! And so now, we wait.
We went to Chicago last weekend and went to Wrigley Field for the first time – I had a really, really good day and wasn’t sick at all and that made it even more enjoyable. We bundled up and drank hot chocolate to keep warm at the game and watched the pitiful Cubs lose – but we weren’t really there to cheer them on anyhow. We stayed at a wonderful hotel in the middle of the Lincoln Park area where we could walk to Wrigley Field. We were on this little residential street among apartment buildings and row houses so, in the evening, we walked around the corner to dinner and peaked in the windows at people, watching small snippets of their lives. We ate dinner at a quaint Italian restaurant and they put us at a table in the front window. It started to rain and so we lingered over dessert to keep ourselves from getting soaked on the walk home – but we watched the hustle and bustle of the neighborhood from our window seat, watched people walking with bottles of wine and bouquets of flowers in hand and we imagined them going to small, impromptu parties in their friend’s loft apartments.
When we got to Chicago we always think it would be fun to live a life like that for a year or two and then we realize that visiting is even better because we are not cut out for it in the long run. We made our way from our hotel to a wonderful French bakery, Sweet Thang, that we discovered the last time we were there and even found a parking spot – so we loaded up on treats and then headed into town. We went to the King Tut exhibit at the Field Museum and were very disappointed in the quality of the display and the madness and chaos in which they allowed people to enter the display. There were just too many people to be able to dig through walls that there eight people deep to get to a display that had a dog collar or a single statue in it. Growing up in Pittsburgh, the Carnegie Museum has a wonderful Egyptian exhibit that I feel is much better that the King Tut one was. We headed home after that. It was a short trip but a good one and I just enjoyed spending awake time with my husband.
It is cold and dreary on the prairie today, fall has finally settled in. I am glad, I am ready for my favorite season. This means that the front and back yards are covered in leaves that will soon call for our attention but that’s ok because I feel more alive in the fall than any other time.
This morning I am much more hopeful than the last time I wrote. My mom went in for her heart cath yesterday and made it thought just fine and everything was clean and clear which means that she will now be positioned at the top of the transplant list. So, it is now just a waiting game and although the idea of a transplant surgery is big and scary, the thought of her being able to reclaim her life is even bigger and more exciting! And so now, we wait.
We went to Chicago last weekend and went to Wrigley Field for the first time – I had a really, really good day and wasn’t sick at all and that made it even more enjoyable. We bundled up and drank hot chocolate to keep warm at the game and watched the pitiful Cubs lose – but we weren’t really there to cheer them on anyhow. We stayed at a wonderful hotel in the middle of the Lincoln Park area where we could walk to Wrigley Field. We were on this little residential street among apartment buildings and row houses so, in the evening, we walked around the corner to dinner and peaked in the windows at people, watching small snippets of their lives. We ate dinner at a quaint Italian restaurant and they put us at a table in the front window. It started to rain and so we lingered over dessert to keep ourselves from getting soaked on the walk home – but we watched the hustle and bustle of the neighborhood from our window seat, watched people walking with bottles of wine and bouquets of flowers in hand and we imagined them going to small, impromptu parties in their friend’s loft apartments.
When we got to Chicago we always think it would be fun to live a life like that for a year or two and then we realize that visiting is even better because we are not cut out for it in the long run. We made our way from our hotel to a wonderful French bakery, Sweet Thang, that we discovered the last time we were there and even found a parking spot – so we loaded up on treats and then headed into town. We went to the King Tut exhibit at the Field Museum and were very disappointed in the quality of the display and the madness and chaos in which they allowed people to enter the display. There were just too many people to be able to dig through walls that there eight people deep to get to a display that had a dog collar or a single statue in it. Growing up in Pittsburgh, the Carnegie Museum has a wonderful Egyptian exhibit that I feel is much better that the King Tut one was. We headed home after that. It was a short trip but a good one and I just enjoyed spending awake time with my husband.
It is cold and dreary on the prairie today, fall has finally settled in. I am glad, I am ready for my favorite season. This means that the front and back yards are covered in leaves that will soon call for our attention but that’s ok because I feel more alive in the fall than any other time.
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