Pre-Christmas Odds and Ends

The Christmas season is upon us and for the first time in years, I am in the Christmas spirit! This week, I decorated my house and put up the tree. The kids and I spent Monday afternoon listening to Christmas music via my DirecTV XM satellite radio and filling the living room with boxes stuffed with decorations. At one point, I could hardly walk through the room, but we got it all cleaned up and I don't have to think about it again until January. House keeping is not my forte, so I'm glad it's done! I have even listened to a local Christian music station that is playing Christmas songs 24/7 until Christmas. This is not like me, as my music usually involves lots of electric guitar, heavy backbeat, and screaming.
In the next few days, I will be hearing of 2 baby announcements. One is the wife of a guy my husband works with. The other is the teenage mom from my church. I really do well in hearing baby news anymore, but I always feel my chest tighten a little. I don't know how long this will last or if it will ever go away. I can't associate it with sadness, nor can I put my finger on what emotion it is. It simply is there.
My niece had an ultrasound this week. She's due in April. The baby looks good, but she has placenta previa (a condition where the placenta is covering the cervix) and the placenta doesn't look healthy. We are all worried about that and I hope and pray everything goes well with her.
Today marks the 9th anniversary of the death of my nephew, Little Ricky. He was the 9th child born to my brother-in-law and sister-in-law and the 2nd child of theirs to be born with Down Syndrome. He also had a serious heart defect. He died following heart surgery. I remember mentioning him in my Bible study group that morning and hearing later in the day that the surgery was successful. I was so thankful. His parents had been through so much. Later in the evening, my mother-in-law called me to tell me that Ricky's blood pressure had fallen and that they were having trouble stablizing it. They weren't sure he would make it. I prayed all night and the next morning called her back to see if she'd heard any news. She told me that my brother-in-law and sister-in-law were heading home. Ricky had died at about 7:30 December 1. His Mom was one of my best friends at the time. Things were never the same after he died and we haven't been as close since then. I did send a card this year. My anger and bitterness over her not sending a card when I lost my babies is gone. In recent months, I've gotten to know her again in a different capacity. Not really the friend I used to have, but something akin to friendship.
I'm getting ready to go to our local Christmas parade. I haven't been to one in 3 years, so I'm kind of looking forward to it.
Until I think of something else to write about...
Paula