If I said that I’ve craved and willingly eaten a pickle for the first time in my life,
that the stupidest commercials, signs, songs, -even seeing a man put his arm around his wife in church- are makng me tear up like a silly goose,
that going to bed earlier is becoming more and more attractive,
that getting frustrated for no reason at all is becoming easier and easier,
that hugging Mckayla holds a new level of sweetness for me,
that my house is growing messy and I can’t seem to do anything about it,
that I can only eat about 3/4 of what I used to, but that I’m very thankful for any appetite at all,
that Paul coming home at the end of the day seems like a great prize that I wait all day for,
that some mornings we’ve had to postpone school so Mommy could rest on the couch,
and that $.77 boxed macaroni and cheese has made it back into the lunch rotation,
you might say that I may be pregnant.
And you would be right.
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So thrilled for you and Paul! Can’t wait to meet the newest addition on whichever visit to your neck of the woods is nearest to babykin’s arrival. Praying for enablement and grace as you walk through the time.
Thank you SO much! We will need it. = )