The blog has gone silent.
Homeschool has been pared down to just the essentials. (A good thing to do, periodically, right?)
I went a whole week eating mainly smoked apple & sage vegan sausage with mustard. It made sense at the time.
I went a whole month during which chocolate sounded unappealing.
Someone rang the doorbell unexpectedly last week (not a common occurrence because we live in a very private spot) and two of my kids weren’t wearing pants and the other was in a swimsuit for no reason in particular.
The laundry only gets done after the last pair of clean underwear has been called into duty. Come to think of it, that may have explained the swimsuit…
I’ve been calling my walk down the driveway to get the mail, “Exercise” because anything more lands me on the couch.
I’ve read more books in the last two months than I have in the whole year prior, because it’s one of the few things that doesn’t make me sicker.
I often fall asleep before my kids do at nighttime.
My kids have been patting my belly affectionately and telling me how big it is and I take it as a compliment.
Yep, the signs (and a good heartbeat) are all there. I’m pregnant!
Bean Baby #4 is due October 3rd and we’re all delighted about it. Actually, Daniel doesn’t know why we all get to pat my belly now but he enjoys it nonetheless.
I’m optimistic that the first trimester exhaustion and nausea are lifting a bit. My very favorite part of pregnancy should be right around the corner: feeling that magical, private nudging that reassures me all the changes to my body are for a glorious purpose.