I'm still here

I have not fallen off the face of the earth.

I haven't given up on blogging. I have at least a dozen things I am dying to write about.

My fingers aren't broken.

Nobody in my house is tragically ill.

My marriage isn't falling apart.



BUT...



I am very tired. A lot. Crazy tired. The kind of tired where if I sit down for more than 5 seconds, I wake up to children eating fruit bars spread out on the living room floor. And they've been there for a while. Crumbs don't lie.

I am very busy with schooling, referring, co-coordinating, care-coordinating, cleaning, cooking (I use that term loosely) and normal mom-duty stuff.

And it's all because ...

Nathan is going to be a big brother!

Oh no! You thought I was blaming my precious, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, angel-baby of creating that much havoc in my life to cause me to experience narcoleptic tendencies? Please! I wouldn't do that in writing.


Katherine has had plenty of experience in the big sister department, so, true to her nature, she's been in full-time bossing mode. You know, for educational purposes. Nathan must learn these things for the little tyke following behind his footsteps. Although, something tells me the body-slamming method will be preferred over the bossing-everything-including-the-dog method.

It's pretty early to be lettin' the cat out of the bag, so to speak. I am only 8 weeks along and we've been diligent about waiting until that 1st trimester mark is over. But, we have two nieces who have been more excited than their little bodies can handle and they've started spreading the news for us. Our due date is May 8th.

I like the freedom of being able to talk about it earlier. There's so much going on right now, and I don't feel pregnant, so maybe others knowing will get me in the mindset of, "yep, this is really happening." Other than the clothes ALREADY starting to not fit, needing extra sleep and an occasional midnight snack that has been thwarted because of less-than-stellar stomach circumstances, nothing feels different.

We are very excited. Jim is crazy excited.

It's weird kind of, because I've always considered myself an even-number kinda gal. And there's no more man-on-man defense, it's moved to zone defense. We'll be officially outnumbered.

I already don't feel any pressure to get a room established and decorated. I'm asking questions to Jim late at night like, "Am I just being OCD about all this, or should this be picked up tonight?" In my mind, the car has been aged another 10 years by the time we'll pay it off (16 months). I've started realizing that all those things we worked so hard on in the house to get it "the way we wanted it", will soon be destroyed and we'll have to start over decorating and buying new furniture in about 15-20 years anyway.

But they're not bad thoughts and realizations. They don't make me anxious or sad or angry. They're just the precious reminder that those things are just that: things. My precious little babies are growing up.

We are creating a family! It's growing and forming right in front of our eyes.

What a gift! I couldn't be happier to have the honor of being given this task.

Thank-you Jesus for your subtle yet awesome revelations!

"Before I formed you in the womb I knew you..." Jeremiah 1:5