“Nothing ventured, nothing gained.”
Worth a little pondering this Tuesday…
Mike was gone most of February traveling overseas. I usually do okay when he is gone but this time around it was hard. HARD.
I wasn’t feeling well most of the time and was becoming so frustrated with myself. With Mike gone, I cook very simply for the kids, if I cook at all. It’s lots of bean burritos (okay, that’s normal) and lots of ‘kid food’ that isn’t the best for us. But it’s easy to make and it’s easier to get them to eat and easy is GOOD in these circumstances.
But I felt like weeks of eating poorly was catching up with me and I wasn’t feeling well. I was talking myself into doing a cleanse when he returned just to get back on track and hopefully feel better because of it.
Then one afternoon just before he arrived home I feel asleep on my bed in the middle of the afternoon and I could NOT get up. I was so so very exhausted. As I peeled myself off the bed I had a thought…
“Wait. This feels like something I’ve felt before.”
No. It couldn’t be. I couldn’t be pregnant. This couldn’t be first trimester nausea and exhaustion. I had fertility help for my last two pregnancies. AND we had been contracepting (sorry TMI). Each of our children had been carefully planned and I knew I was carrying them as soon as it was possible to know… weeks before the sickness even showed up. Pregnancy was entirely TOO unlikely. Indeed, I just need to do a cleanse and get my husband back to help with the kids so I’m not so exhausted.
A day or two after he returned I was feeling the same. Blech. So I swung by the store and grabbed a pregnancy test just to rule out the possibility, get it out of my head and move on with discovering why I was feeling so awful.
So I took the test.
And there was one tiny line, as expected.
And then there were two tiny pink lines.
I lost my breath for a few moments.
Are my eyes fooling me?
Are these things ever wrong?
How is this possible?
Oooooohhhhh mmmmyyyyyy this changes things.
I texted Mike to come home immediately before the children were out of school. I showed him the test.
Surprise. A fourth baby, honey!
He was shocked, but quickly declared what a blessing this baby was going to be. He’s so right.
The next few days and weeks had my mind spinning about how this change in ‘plan’ changed the picture I had of my next five years of life. Major adjustments. So many things have changed for me. This dear baby is due to be born the very WEEK we had planned to move overseas. And literally one week earlier I had given away the last of our baby things, Ha!
Slowly we have fully adjusted to the idea and we are very excited. It’s been a hard pregnancy so far, which is usual for me. And sometimes I think we are crazy for pursuing a move overseas with a newborn baby and three other kids. What. Are. We. Doing?!!!
But we are so certain that this new life is God’s will for us. This baby has already defied the odds, big time.
So here we are. Me and my fourth (fifth, actually) child, at 17 weeks. We’ll find out soon if it’s a tiny boy or a tiny girl.
We love you little one, what a blessed surprise you are to our family!
I’ve posted before about my older girlie’s love of cheeseball from a young age. She got that from her father. If there’s one thing you want to pass onto your children… it’s to love cheeseball and how to properly serve oneself on holidays… (???!!!)
Oh she was so cute!!!
Some people have photos they take each year… traditions, right? Apparently mine is taking photos of my children sitting at their Grandma’s counter eating cheeseball. Ha!
Some things never change…
I mean, what better place to get the cheeseball than sitting on the counter right next to it?
Oh now brother joined in…
So it’s no big surprise that littler girlie caught on…
And just for fun… some shenanigans with Uncle Tony!!
Have you noticed I haven’t been blogging much? Ever?
In the meantime, here’s a few randoms for the sake of posting something, ANYTHING, on this blog o’ mine.
Sweet N was so tickled with herself the day she decided to wear her sweatshirt backwards! I’ll be honest… she tickled me too…
One has long hair and one has a crazy curly full mop of a head of hair. Needless to say they don’t enjoy having me brush their hair each morning, poor babies. But for whatever reason, this Saturday morning (cartoons!), Lil’ A decided to comb N’s hair. I dunno how long it lasted, but it was sweet!
Another time recently when I was doing A’s hair, N was holding her and comforting her through ‘the pain’. Then when I was done with her hair, they swapped, and A comforted N through the same process! Sweet sisters, for sure.
A month ago there were still a few ‘safe’ places in my house where I could trust that Lil’ A wouldn’t get to. Now there are less and less! She can now climb up on a tall stool in the kitchen. And I often find her on top of the island if I turn my back even for a moment.
The one good thing is that she can’t yet GET DOWN by herself. So if I put her up (for now at least), she’s stuck until you get her down. I might find her standing on the table or on the floor cause she fell off the stool (not often, ha!), but usually she just sits there until she yells at me to get her down…
But who can be frustrated with this busy little whirlwind for long. This girl. She’s precious.
I haven’t been sleeping very well lately, which is not fun at all.
But the ONE silver lining to the cloud is that I get to hear some of Mike’s midnight delerium. More like 3am delerium… cause he’s never in bed as ‘early’ as midnight.
“Do you want a cube?”
“Wayne’s World is just like Les Miserable”
and the once I was awake and heard Mike laughing in his sleep… “Ha ha ha ha ha… your student loans!!!!” He said.
Funny stuff to me, what would I want a cube for? Wayne’s World is definitely NOT just like Les Miserable, and we’ve never had single student loan in all of our lives!!!
Today I embarked on a solo trip.
I know. Amazing!
I’m on the way to visit my sister in Charlotte for five whole days.
A special shout out goes to my frequently flying husband who racks up miles and scored me this free ticket. Another shout out goes to United, because they like to send us lil’ perks… like passes to the United Club Lounge!! Especially appreciated today, since my flight is delayed… booooooo.
So I’m writing today from this United Club, which is a rather interesting place.
One of my first discoveries is that thirty-something wearing leggings, a cardi and carrying a floral purse seem to be a minority here? A rare occurrence? An endangered species? Okay, okay, I’m the only one. Seems I should have worn my suit and brought my briefcase and have saved all my important business-sounding conversation on the phone for these few hours. Then I might fit in more. Also I should use phrases like “please make them aware of my concerns”, “we’re splitting the trips”, “in the books” and ask the question “Do you still have that article I was quoted in?” Also, words like “testify”, “assessors” and “renewals” and “TJ12” (?!). Also, I’ll need to legitimately be interested in the Wall Street Journal/Darn. Well, maybe next time.
Meanwhile there were a couple of men sitting nearby and one of them had tennis shoes on. So that made me feel better. And then before he left he brought three cups jammed full with complimentary cheese and crackers around the corner and jammed them into his backpack. Then he departed.
While I don’t agree with his behavior, I was comforted by his casualty. Even if he was talking businessey ON SPEAKER PHONE a few moments before. Oh well.
I have helped myself to some complimentary snacks myself. Three packets of baby carrots with one tiny container of ranch dressing. Two cups of decaf coffee with flavored creamer. One small cup of cheesy chex mix and a few yogurt covered raisins. A few sips of wine. Oh, and a single-wrapped lifesaver that was sitting in a candy dish at the welcome counter. I couldn’t help myself. I haven’t ventured to the cheese and crackers yet… the jury is still out on whether or not that should count as dinner.
Ack! And on that note, I should get to the gate. No cheese and crackers for my dinner! I should pay more attention to the clock…
Kids say the darndest things. Here is a collection entirely dedicated to my older girlie from probably the last year or so…
Driving down the road she sees these birds on the wires… ‘Yook Ma! Da birds are having a resting party!!”
Here she is wearing her ‘Tee-raw-ra”.
“Yook! Popcorn honey balls!”
This place has been “Old McDonalds” for a very long time…
Naturally, this is “white broccoli”.
“Orange sugar” (that’s fairly appropriate)
This is not a Slip ‘n Slide, but a “swipping swide”.
And last but not least, we were both in the living room one day at least a year ago, she was cutting paper (still one of her favorite things to do) and I was folding laundry. She said “We are bof doing fings!”
I replied, “Yup, it’s good to work with our hands, the Bible says that!”
She said “Yeah… and not wif our feet!”
Haha! Well I guess she’s right!
I love her so!