Nothing seems quite so bad in the summer. I mean, minus bugs that bite and buzz, the pros FAR outweigh the cons.
- smells of barbecue
- flowers and trees in full bloom
- sun kissed cheeks and sun bleached hair
- no shoes
- tan lines
- sprinklers and bubbles
- sidewalk chalk and the pictures it makes
- warm nights where two can sit, sipping anything, and no words need be spoken.
Our transition to new town, new friends, new house has been going well. We are meeting people slowly and Dave is finding friends at work. The kids are enjoying the perks of a fenced in yard and are growing closer everyday. The scheming together has already started, and though I'm not sure sometimes what they are up to, I enjoy watching them bond.
I'm so ready to be finished with being pregnant. My body is just so done. Actually, for a few weeks now, I have constant popping/cracking in my pelvis/pubic bone - did anyone out there ever struggle with that? Very painful and makes moving quickly difficult. I'm sure my doubts are unfounded, but it makes me worry about delivery and whether those bones will hold up or not...I see my OB in 2 weeks, so hopefully he can address some of my concerns. Other than that, baby is moving LOTS and I have "dropped" quite significantly. I'm carrying so similar to how I was with Connor, that I think it may be a boy - but who knows?? It might be easier if it was a boy, because we are having a terrible time landing on the perfect name for a baby girl. :)
Some friends of mine from back home have just had babies and I'm so anxious to cradle a newborn again. Don't they smell amazing?
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