Thursday, December 8, 2005

Snowy day, December 09, 2005



 It's been snowing all morning. It is a quiet day and I am knitting for my boys, dreaming of all the cold days (which are a lot, in New England) when they will be warm in the knitted clothes.

 

 My mother and my niece called. My mother is knitting for my boys too. It was nice talking with them. I feel I was missing my niece's voice a lot, so were my boys.  It was more than one week since we had talked. She is 9 years younger than I, but I have always felt that she is like a daughter to me. We were making jokes about my boys being her brothers.  Never mind how many children I may have, she and her sister will be always like daughters to me, because I have seen them growing up and I have always felt their love. All the happiness and success that they have had (and they are very happy, successful girls) has been my happiness. Of course there are things about them that I don't like (and I know there will be things about my boys that I will not like), but it does not mean that I love them less, because we can always talk and discuss the problems between us. Their mother has started to knit for my boys too. We were talking on the phone yesterday and she was telling how she is excited about that. It is funny that these little boys have made my mother, my sister and me to work for them, and they are paying back with the beautiful love that we have for them.

 

I have been feeling the movement of my boys more. Relic has very strong kicks but he does not kick often. He is a very sensitive boy and shows reaction to all of my feelings. River moves more and he gets excited when I drink some juice after low blood sugar. Last night when I woke up to check my blood sugar at 3:00AM my blood sugar was a little low so I had to drink some juice. Going back to bed, River was kicking for about 15 minutes. And I was thinking how I am going to miss this kicking after my boys are born. It is a very especial and beautiful feeling to be pregnant and I am enjoying every moment of it :)


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