If that makes any sense. I hope it does. But if it doesn't, I claim pregnancy brain.
Peanut and I rang in the new year while Hubs was finishing up at work. His boss had asked them to work on refinishing some of the tables at the restaurant. Which of course can only happen when they are closed. And while I appreciate that my husband works very, very hard in providing for our family, I was *a little* irritated when he didn't get home until 3 am on New Year's Day.
They closed at 9 pm on New Year's Eve. The little over-achiever decided to get a whole bunch of the tables refinished. Again, while I appreciate his initiative in trying to get as many of these done as he could, I can guarantee none of the other managers would have done this--not on a "holiday" and especially not before their day off.
So I wasn't thrilled with that little surprise and then I was even less thrilled a few days later when Peanut came down with a cold and an even more nasty cough. Which of course, she graciously shared with both Hubs and me. Although I don't think it was the upper respiratory flu, it seemed way worse than the average cold. I obviously don't have a medical degree, so I really don't know what it was, but I am just happy we are much better and on the mend. Hubs got it last and he seems to be doing much better as well, for which I am very grateful. The man
|Ultra sound photo from about 10 weeks. Yes, I am just getting around to posting it.|
However, in more uplifiting news, I am feeling much better pregnancy wise. The nauseousness has seemed to subside for the most part, creeping up now only on a rare occasion. So that has been very nice. I am still tired, but I think that has way more to do with packing up our household and chasing a three year old than it does with being pregnant.
Speaking of moving, we are moving one week from today! I cannot believe this day has finally come! This poor little blog has been so neglected lately. I keep telling myself that I will have so much more time to devote to blogging once we get moved, but I just don't know.....
We will be living with my parents for a few months until our renters (we have in our home) lease is up and then just a shade longer after that. We (I use that term very loosely) plan to go in and paint and get the carpet replaced before moving all of our belongings back in. God willing, we will be getting moved in and settled just prior to the little brother or little sister's arrival at the end of June. It will be tight, but we are very thankful and even more blessed.
I am excited to be able to grocery shop at my favorite (read cheap) grocery store once again and even more excited to be surrounded by family and friends. Despite all the wonderful new changes we will have, I am sad to be leaving the place where our precious Peanut spent her toddler years. It will be a home she will eventually only remember by pictures and that makes me cry just thinking about it. I am sad to be leaving a climate that calls for sunglasses 12 months of the year, rather than the 3 months (if we are lucky) I am accustomed to in HomeTown. I will miss Hubs four mile commute (as will he!) and I will miss our sweet landlord. I don't question for a minute that God didn't know exactly what he was doing when we ended up renting from her. She has been so wonderful to our family and most of all to our precious Peanut. I am so grateful things fell into place as they did two and half years ago.
I've said this (and reminded myself of this!) so many times: He is not a God of coincidences.
God is so good.