I still find myself wanting to be pg despite the fact that I’ve resigned myself to pretending I’m not so I don’t have to suffer anymore. I removed the due date from the calendar. I feel like I’m just waiting for it to be over.
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Before I married my wonderful husband in 1996, we were required to have a few pre-marital counseling sessions. On the line of our little pre-marital worksheet where it said How many children will you have…I wrote 3. I had always wanted 6, but 3 sounded more “reasonable”. Somewhere in there I vaguely remember my soon-to-be husband mentioning that he didn’t think birth control was necessary. I wrote off his comments as not fully understanding the gravity of having children “too soon,” and under the advisement of well-meaning family members, I started popping The Pill. However, within a few months, my biological clock was ticking and I began to “miss” a pill here and there. By 6 months, I had quit them altogether.
I am the proverbial night owl. I am content to stay up until the wee hours of the morning “doing my own thing” and then leisurely get around to my daily chores sometime mid-morning the next day. However, I’ve been wondering if maybe somewhere in all of this I am missing the worm. And, in fact, if the “worm” is an organized, productive day, then undoubtedly, I slept in past his appearance.
I know that in Proverbs 31, the lady of the house gets up “while it is still dark.”
Now that, my friends, is EARLY!
I’m not sure I can remember the last time I was fully awake during a sunrise.
So, I posed this question on the MOMYS forum:
Do you have to rise early to be effective?
Later, I clarified the word “effective” to mean “organized.” (YES, I know ANOTHER organizationally-challenged post!)
The weather has been unseasonably warm here as of late and since I was feeling a bit like super-mom, I decided to take all the children on a walk to the post office and the library (about a half mile round trip).
I put Keian in one of my homemade ring-slings (the blue and white toile that screamed “MAKE ME INTO A SLING” from the fabric aisles of WalMart–ironically enough, it screamed the same thing to a nice lady I met at a homeschool conference last year when we both realized we had the exact same homemade sling!) I put Lia in the baby jogger w/ my 5 yo pushing and my oldest child walked alongside me waiting his turn to push the jogger on the return trip.
Now, keep in mind that baby was 10 lbs at birth. He’s well over 13 lbs now and 13 pounds gets heavy after a while no matter how you carry it.
A couple of nights ago, our family visited some friends from church. While all our friends are wonderful and interesting people, these particular friends are somewhat extraordinary. You see they have 9 children and they currently live in a garage!
Now, before you feel sorry for them, hear me out.
Next to this garage stands a house they are building from ground level up totally debt free. Unless you are independently wealthy (which they are not), this takes time. So, until the house is livable (next year, Lord willing), all 11 of them live in the garage.