Let's Toast to Chocolate Milk

I'm absolutely drained from any deep thought. So I guess that means I'm not going to labor anytime soon. #soverytired. But in other news, my car seat comes in 1.5 days. I didn't think I'd ever be excited for a car seat purchase. But I am. hello mommy club with spit up & spilled snacks.

I feel fine. Eric told me of someone at work who is now 8 weeks along & is having that spitting issue. I then realized how lucky I am. As trivial as it seems, I do not want to go back to the spitting days. The nausea days. Those nasty taste in your mouth days where you want to fall asleep & never wake up.

So, the third trimester aint so bad. It's mostly just full of anxiety. And honestly that didn't come until week 35. I have a lot of friends who are making "round two" & I'm just baffled because round one almost seems impossible these days. But any who, here's to pre-week 37

anxiety. not a lot of patience. waiting. bag packing. Mr Smith cuddles. the snooze button.

slow feet. heavy feet. sore ribs. painful ribs. moving ligaments. sore muscles - in certain areas only.

stretch marks (yes, yes I know). constant snacks. indigestion. no more eating before bed. heart burn.

what-clothes-fit-me-these-days syndrome. oh it's lovely. get pregnant. it's awesome.

Families are divine. I am so grateful for mine.

let's toast with chocolate milk.

Which reminds me the current craving: chocolate

(I really don't crave. I just eat whatever is there. unless you count sugar & carbs as a craving. I'm just too lazy to think about cooking let alone cooking these days) #isthisjustaphase

these pictures taunt me. #hatersgonnahate #byebyestomach #wasialittletan?

Comments

To Live is to Change

I love change. I love variety. I love mixing things up just because I can. It's helpful, but it's kind of a double edged sword. I'm terrible at consistency, even though Clifton Strengthfinder told me that was my #5 strength (I think they meant something closer to wanting things fair & equitable which isn't wrong). I not only move furniture in & out of my life, or make sure we don't eat the same thing too often... but I love that I can give my kids a flexible education. God knew this is something I would love & has allowed for it even when it comes with significant sacrifices (as many good things do). This has been a beautiful way to grow me over the last 4 years, and I definitely missed it, but I also started to doubt ever doing it again, which felt odd. I found myself questioning why I wanted to take the harder course. I had a little break with just E & M at home, but now B is back too, so I'm giving up some me time (I was never good at it any ...

Our Baby Story - Alexis

Alexis Jane Smith 04.27.13 - 5:16PM 8lbs 15oz - 22.5 inches brown hair, undetermined (blue) eyes NB clothes are too tight You hate diaper changes You love being swaddled You are a piranha for food Your skin is perfect You sleep better with noises You came out sucking on your fingers But luckily you're not a scratcher Basically, we think you're perfect. First day at home photo Dear Lexi, We couldn't handle holding you inside my stomach for another minute. We made an appointment when the contractions never came. Things were changing, but you were still 7 days late. Maybe we were eager parents, but now that we have you in our arms, we understand why, really understand. You're amazing . By the time we showed up at your 6 AM hospital appointment to be induced, I was already 3.5 cm dilated & 90% effaced & having mild contractions. So mild I thought I might have had high pain tolerance because I didn't feel th...

There is a Plan for That

Perhaps I'm ready to begin again, again. I struggle to add more words to the universe & I feel the same with photos. I let two of my passions die, both rather abruptly. My posts used to write themselves, I felt so guided in what God needed me to say. But this past year, my words have been removed. I moved from this blog over to Instagram as a better place to connect, but then everything became a distraction, and even the good distractions soon became too overwhelming. I can't possibly do every craft or recipe I've saved at this point. Unfortunately, I became painfully aware of my addictive attachment to my algorithm & lost much of my peace & productivity because of it. Satan knew, but I was too slow to recognize complacency & emptiness disguised as creative options & worldly debates. "The days are gone that you can be a quiet and comfortable Christian." I am definitely not raising quiet Christians, but perhaps we are still trying to be too co...

Mr & Mrs Smith

Search This Blog