Some New Things

That might have just been one of my longest blog droughts.

Please forgive me.

I've just been surrounded by so much new lately, and the new shiny things have appealed so much greater then say, documenting my life.

For starters a new house. New walls and halls and rooms beckoning for life to be added to them. With the newness comes growing pains. Frustration grows in the inability to locate anything in it's rightful place because well, there is no rightful place yet. Or just because I have found a rightful place for something doesn't necessarily mean that anybody else agrees or knows that it is in fact a rightful place now. And thus commences the trying to locate it again.

Lets just say that I completely underestimated the work and thought and processing of emotions that goes into moving.

And to make matters more interesting lets just be pregnant too mmmmkay?

And that alone is new. In so many ways it feels like the first time all over. Dying to show. Dying to feel movement. Dying to eat. everything. right. this. minute. Or nope, not eating that, like, ever again.
(and this baby is turning me into a cliche, really? Pickles?!)

I love that this baby has it's special mark, making it unique from my previous pregnancies. Starting with the very discovery of it. For starters, it was a Monday. With both of my boys I found out on Fridays. And then the whole method of finding out being so unique to me. No peeing on a stick this time. (Well, ok. To be honest I did go home that night after the doctor told me and peed on one. I had one. I needed to see it to believe it.)

I love that this baby will be a June baby. With both of it's brothers and it's daddys birthday in September I was ready for a new month in our family.

I am a bit baffled on how to proceed with maternity clothes as far as seasons go.

I have a complete and utter disdain for jeans. I long for leggings. Leggings all day long. With their ever stretchiness and non-confining comfort.  I loooooove me some leggings.

I keep waiting for the "glowing" phase to kick in. Lately I more often then not feel like I've been hit with the ugly stick. Or as you could also call it, the "stay-at-home-mom-who-hardly-washes-her-face-let-alone-gets-dressed" stick. Or schtick, if you will.

I think that is about all for now with the newness and randomness. I'm sure I could go on but I doubt after a blog drought this long that anybody even still checks in on me.

Except for Barb.
Hi Barb! Sorry I keep forgetting to email you back.

Okay, tata for now.