It has been 5 months since my last post. I will try to not go into too much detail about what's been going on since then... not because it's not hilariously entertaining, but because it would take forever and a half to type it out and I have three humans to raise!
Just know that since that last blog post, I went for a walk with a friend at 33 weeks and after that, the baby dropped so low I swear he was about to reach out and tie my shoes for me. (which would have been equal parts terrifying and helpful at that point) I had contractions every time someone asked me when my house was going to be finished, and would we be in before the baby came. Not to mention, getting out of a chair, brushing my teeth, opening the fridge... I quit keeping track of them somewhere around 35 weeks.
Then, after 3 years of our somewhat urban nomadic lifestyle, we moved into our finished house over the course of a week, finally sleeping there on a Friday night. I was 37 weeks pregnant and was in early labor the entire week we were moving. That Sunday morning at 7:21am, the Boy was born.
He was perfect and huge and quickly became the newest subject of the sisterly game we like to call "But it's MYYYY TUUURRRRN!!!" Holding him, bringing me a burp cloth, getting his passy, unwrapping his swaddle; you name it they fought over it. All out of love though, I'm sure.
Summer has been a wonderful blur. It started with a family road trip when the girls were flower girls in a family wedding; Boy was 3 weeks old. After that, everything went into high gear. Settling in, unpacking boxes, hanging pictures, going to the pool and the movie theater, a road trip to Texas, working out, and then preparing for another school year. All thanks in large part to the help of our saint of a baby sitter that came to play and feed and spoil the girls. No doubt I would still be 40 lbs overweight, sleep deprived, and just plain mean without that girl. (you read that correctly, I did it big this time.... "Forty Pounds" Big..... future post "Out of the Fog and into my workout clothes")
Last week Bug started First grade with two loose teeth and four already gone. Peanut is approaching the age of 4; hilarious and in a constant state of "let's pretend". And Boy has moved into his, newly finished, nursery. He is sleeping through the night and no longer needing a swaddle. He argues with me the least, so naturally at this point I like him more than the other two. I will eat those words in about 5 months when he starts to make me crazy with a "is he going to die if he climbs on that?" thought pattern.
My husband and I managed to pack in (almost) every marital stressor into a 15 month period: Living with In-laws, pregnancy, moving, financial discussions, starting a new job, having a new baby, and traveling with children. All along the way our sense of humor and our prayer life keeping us sane.
There are so many great stories between all those lines.... from the stress and pain of moving when you are 37 weeks pregnant, to the 10 minute time span of my life when I both met the OB on call, and then interrupted his introduction to tell him I was pushing and he better be ready. The ups and downs of married life through it all. And now back to school. Back to routine. Back to life.
I have such a hard time with change, it was only a blessing to have too many changes at one time to process each on it's own. I blinked a few times, swiped the credit card a few too many, and cried quite a bit and finally I'm waking up to see my life and my purpose and my floor that needs sweeping.
After all of that: My husband and I are still married. We still genuinely like each other. Our children have not (managed to) run away or kill each other (yet). Everyone is fed and goes to bed "on time", and they seem to still genuinely like us as well.
We have made it to the end of an era and we are all better for it. There have been hard times and hiccups, and many opportunities to ask for forgiveness. As we practice thankfulness, the path is cleared for us to see the blissful moments through our earthly first world problems, and we were able to count them as blessings in stead of stressors.
As the next phase of our life presses on past it's beginning, I have looked to 2 Peter as my August 2014 pep talk:
The whole book is great, but just for starters:
(3-8) "His divine power has given us everything we need for life and godliness through our knowledge of him who called us by his own glory and goodness. Through these he has given us his very great and precious promises, so that through them you may participate in the divine nature and escape the corruption in the world caused by evil desires. For this very reason, make every effort to add to your faith goodness; and to goodness, knowledge; and to knowledge, self-control; and to self-control, perseverance; and to perseverance, godliness; and to godliness, brotherly kindness; and to brotherly kindness, love. For if you possess these qualities in increasing measure, they will keep you from being ineffective and unproductive in your knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ."
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