Well, it seems like lately anytime I get in front of the computer, a little person running around here is in need, or I somehow get distracted by the myriad of motherhood tasks that are always waiting to be done. So today's post may be a bit of a random collection of thoughts over the last two weeks. Bear with me. Writing is such sweet release for me.
I've reached the 14 week milestone! Or maybe the 15 week. There are two possible due dates looming in the air, April 6 and April 12. Depending on which you use, I am either 14 or 15 weeks along. And still not in maternity clothes yet. Don't hate. The rest of me is growing, as I have been too tired to continue my 5 mile runs- or any run for that matter- and my appetite has been completely out of hand. And it's not an appetite for the good stuff, either. I've been craving foods like hot dogs, pimento cheese sandwiches, Chick Fil A, Lil Rosies, and Sour Punch Kids. Yeah. Oh but I've also craved oranges and tangerines, which is pretty healthy, right? I found THE BEST BEVERAGE EVER. It is a mixture of Izzy Sparkling Tangerine and guava nectar. Mix equal parts and voila! Perfect preggo drink. I am admittedly a big fan of "the suicide" though (remember that from junior high?), so you may or may not like it if you don't like mixing things together like I do. It's now hard for me to go to a fountain drink machine and just choose one. How boring is that. Why not get just a little of each thing in your cup? No matter what the flavors available, I think the result is always AWESOME. :)
I've been trying to keep somewhat abreast of the news. I actually stayed up and watched the VP debates last night. I was planning to go to sleep while my husband watched them on his computer, but I couldn't. It *might* have been because I hadn't realized how handsome Paul Ryan is. I mean seriously! Possibly the best looking VP in the history of VP's. Am I wrong?? :) I will say that although I pretty much never get involved in any kind of political talk, I am disappointed that we will still allow abortion in the case of "rape, incest, or health of the mother" under the Romney/Ryan ticket. Now calm down. I know there are legitimate cases of rape and incest that are absolutely devastating. And I know there are legitimate cases where the mother's health is in serious jeopardy if a pregnancy is continued. I just wish I had faith that there would be strict adherence to those rules. But I'm pretty sure there will be plenty of cases where a girl comes in who wishes she wasn't pregnant, and says, "Uh, I was. . . uh. . . raped" and she will be granted an abortion. Or cases where the mother's health *might* be somewhat in jeopardy, and she will be granted an abortion too. I still believe with all my heart that a life is a life, no matter how it began, that God is sovereign, that God knows us even before we are formed, and that it is NOT a woman's right to kill her unborn child. There are so many people out there wanting to adopt an "unwanted" baby. Even a baby who was conceived under the worst circumstances. It still deserves a chance at life.
Moving right along. . . I got my hair cut this week. Nothing too major, just added some bangs for excitement. I was looking through the hair catalogs while waiting for the awesome Jess to cut my hair, and I kept thinking, "No, not that. . . no, that's not me. . . too stiff, too overdone. . . " until I came to this picture. I was like, That's what I want! Don't laugh. Yes I know this is a four year old. And I am. . . not four. But my hair is like a little girl's hair. Baby fine and thin. So this look actually works for me:
But this time I just had to go with a few bangs and a trim. I like it. Plus I'm a few years older and have a few more kids than I did the last time I had bangs. So, totally different flavor. :)
Yes, that is a mess behind me. We are packing to move!!! We have been looking for land and a different house for years. Our heart since we first got married has been to live out in the county where we could have chickens and other farm animals, a large garden, and just space for our children to roam and explore. We finally found the perfect place near Valhermoso Springs- about 25 minutes away. We are excited and I will be posting lots more soon about the new place, but for now I am consumed with packing and planning. Which isn't particularly easy when you have four littles five and under running around. Yesterday I sent them out to play while I packed up our bedroom, and 10 minutes into it Rosie came in soaking wet from head to toe. "Sam sprayed me!" she said. I looked out and sure enough, Sam had turned on the hose and was spraying himself and everyone else. The clothes, socks and shoes I had just taken 30 minutes to change everyone into, were all soaking wet. And Sam was standing there in the mud, grinning from ear to ear. That's how it goes around here.
I have many more thoughts to share about what God is saying to me about being on mission through the book Interrupted by Jen Hatmaker (don't read unless you want your own life to be interrupted, by the way), and through various conversations with amazing friends. But I think that's another post. Until then, here is a picture I took of the sunset over the pond on our new property a few nights ago. This is going to be a great adventure. . .