In all honesty, I wasn’t sure if I was going to make it to Easter without going into the hospital and having a premature baby. In anticipation of that, I bought all the Easter baskets and egg stuff early. But here we are, and we made it through I celebrated Easter 35 weeks pregnant.
The girls dyed eggs and had so much fun with it. We made a little less than 2 dozen, but never actually put the dinosaur stickers or decorations on. Oh well. They’re still good to eat. The eggs, not the kids, though their cheeks are still pretty munchable.
It’s been a long (really long) winter and it was only Easter weekend when it finally got into the low 60s. Since my sciatic pain has been so debilitating, I can’t go on walks outside with the rest of my family, so had to settle for sitting in the chair outside on Saturday watching the girls ride their bikes for the first time this spring and literally take out every toy from the garage.
The girls loved their Easter baskets Sunday morning. I set my alarm for 6:45 am so I could limp to the bathroom, pee, and then check my fasting blood glucose before the kids got up and attacked their baskets when their OK to Wake clock glowed green at 7:00 am.
They each had 33 eggs to find throughout the house and from the moment they burst out of their room until they had collected all their eggs and were sitting down to open them all, only 15 minutes passed. Yep, at 7:15 they were done with the Easter activities and were opening their eggs to dump out candy and Goldfish crackers.
The eggs are labeled with either an “E” or “O” so that Olivia doesn’t fly through and take them all, but she still managed to be Olivia and “helped” Emelia find her eggs, a thing we continuously kept saying, “Olivia, let her find her own eggs.” Firstborns, I tell you. I say that because I am a firstborn and probably was just as obnoxious about it.
It will be extra fun when there’s a third added into the mix and he’s toddling around while his big sisters are helpfully finding all his eggs for him.
We did a breakfast of scrambled eggs, and cinnamon french toast sticks (I had to decline these because my body hates carbs, especially simple carbs, in the morning, but they were easier to resist than if Chris made homemade Cinnabon cinnamon rolls, something he was quick to tell me, “I know, that’s why I wasn’t going to even think about making them.”), raspberries, and I had a piece of buttered toast with cinnamon.
The kids played outside and Chris took them to the park to walk around for a bit though it was a little rainy off and on. We did the shower and bath thing and then it was off to my parents for Easter dinner.
I was planning on bringing something for myself that was diabetic-friendly but forgot it, but it still worked out. I was nervous about navigating all the high-carb/sugar food items that were offered but did really well at it. I had a pulled pork sandwich with half the bun, with coleslaw and pickles on the top, a small number of chips and dip (something I usually way overeat) some fruit, and a few bites of the macaroni and cheese and my glucose was 132 (it’s supposed to be under 140). Even with all the temptations, something that was frustrating at times, I’m proud of myself for making the right decisions for this baby. The end is in sight and I can keep going strong for another few weeks.
The girls got two more Easter baskets and several other gifts while at my parents, so it was basically like Christmas and now my house looks like a tornado went through it. (After this photo was taken, I took a break from writing this post, and had the girls clean up so now instead of disaster, it’s back to it’s mildly alarming messiness.
The girls ended up staying home today because they both started getting a little more congested when we got home Easter night and ended up putting Vicks on Emelia. The plan was to let them sleep in until they woke up on their own, but Emelia was up anyway at about 7:10 (usually they’re up at 6:30 for school) and Olivia shortly after.
After breakfast, Olivia said her tummy hurt and she was tired but perked up exponentially when we said they were just going to stay home from school to rest and recover. Still, both girls have had junky coughs this was a good decision I know, but it makes getting things done near impossible. They’re actually doing great and *probably* could have gone to school, but I’m so paranoid about sickness between now and the few weeks before the baby comes.
Right now, they’re playing quietly with each other, I’m awaiting the green light and source list from an editor for an article I need to schedule interviews for, and the baby is still staying put even if he’s kicking me repeatedly in the bladder.
Happy Easter!
