A Healthy Bowl of Delicousness to Share

This afternoon my husband informed me that we had some broccoli that was going pretty quickly so I decided to do something yummy with it. Being as cold as it has been the past week, hot soup and bread sounded ideal.

I used the recipe for broccoli soup from Running on Real Food and added a few adjustments of my own. As we aren't vegans and had one brat leftover we sliced it up and added it for some flavor.

 

 The majority of the soup consisted of:

•  one large red onion diced and sautéed with 4 T olive oil and six cloves of garlic
• two large heads of broccoli and their stems chopped and boiled with the veggies in vegetable broth
• two large tomatoes diced and added to the boil
• with a couple leftover basil leaves we chopped them up for a bit more flavoring with a bit of salt and pepper

Once the soup had boiled all the vegetables into a pliable state, I blended everything in our handy food processor. Upon completion bowls were ladled out to be topped with shredded Mexican cheese.

For a bit more fiber we had some sprouted grain bagels we'd purchased from Panera last week.

The results were satisfied tummies and a cat who could't stop licking it's lips.

Life as a dream

Yesterday as I was driving home from work my sister called and we were able to catch up a bit. She said my pregnancy had felt like a dream- we told everyone and there was great rejoicing and then a week later great sorrow over the miscarriage.

Yet everything is a process... An extended dream? For three whole days after the death of our baby it stayed inside of me until it finally came out the fourth (sorry to be graphic, but nothing physically resembling a baby at eight weeks old). But still I have been tired, worn down and in pain.

  Last night pain became extreme- I can't  say it was contractions, but it made me restless and banished any thought of sleeping until my wonderful husband administered ibvuprofin. After some sleep the pain resumed about four hours later and after that subsided I woke up soaked in blood at 6:45.

So thankful that my husband isn't squeamish around blood, that he has worked in a hospital and has a working knowledge of his psychological degree. Without his aid this morning I certainly wouldn't be as coherent as I am now, but  I might also be in a hospital.

Praise God for good husbands who have a generous serving of practicality and common sense!!  

Thoughts current etc

Unbeknownst to many we just suffered a miscarriage recently. While thinking through things a bit I wondered about postpartum depression and have found this blog very helpful: http://www.postpartumprogress.com/13-things-you-should-know-about-grief-after-miscarriage-or-baby-loss

come and gone and keep going

I haven't written on here for quite a while because there was a huge excitement added to the regular speed of normal life.

Now that has changed... looking for a hope in the future.

Blaming myself does nothing- I'm assured by medical professionals that this is (unfortunately) very common. I had just never imagined having a miscarriage...