We had our first official ultrasound last week.... the time is going by so quickly, I feel like I'll be bringing this little one home before I know it. My due date is officially set for Oct. 6, and I'm 12 weeks along (plus five days alredy) and starting to feel so big so fast! I'm already uncomfortable in at least one of my pairs of jeans, glad the other one is a little big on me anyway so I still have something to wear when I'm doing papers.Life right now feels like a tumult of moments all thrown into a melting pot of exhaustion... then stirred with some aches and pains, and a generous dash of joy.
A typical week finds me doing papers at 4am on Tuesday as my life-saving sister watches the kids, then making through the afternoon somehow, attending Freedom Session in the evening, falling into bed, and hobbling through Wednesday trying to conserve what little energy I can muster to do papers Wednesday night... I start around 9 usually and finish at a disgusting hour like 7am or later... then my lovely hubby allows me to sleep for a couple hours (I usually manage three before my bladder and my stomach conspire to make bed an achingly comfortable prison that I must forgo). Thursday is a haze of strange feelings... the rest of the week is spent trying in vain to catch up, and I feel like I blink and it's Tuesday again....
But Friday night is games night with my friends, Sunday is always refreshing whether it's time spent with my Lord in worship and instruction, or time spent loving on a dozen or more little ones at church. Monday is shadowed a little, being the day before Tuesday morning, but Tuesday night is so full of discovery and fellowship I completely forgive it for being a late one. Throughout everything, God is faithful and despite the shroud of exhaustion in which I function, I don't seem to have damaged Rosie by snapping at her (sometimes I almost wish she was a little less resistant...) and I hope I haven't gained too much weight from the obligatory snacking that holds my constant nausea in check.
12 weeks along, and so far another no-puke pregnancy!! Wondering if it's another boy.... May 19 and hopefully we'll know.
Rosie will be so sad. "Vewwy, vewwy sad" in her words. "But you can still hug and rock and sing a baby brother to sleep!" She paused for a minute to think about this... then decided she'd negotiate. "How about a boy and a girl?" obviously a very generous compromise on her part. She wasn't impressed that there was only one baby and we didn't get to choose the gender.
A picture to leave you with... and best wishes for a soon-to-be big brother who is turning 2 today! Insane.
