- I haven't left the house more than a handful of times for the last month and a half. I am going stir-crazy. This is probably good, meaning that I have some of my interest in life and liberty coming back, but . . . I'm still really tired. Going somewhere only appeals to me as an emotional outlet. Otherwise, it is just too hard. Tired.
- Even the boys are begging to go somewhere.
- I am 12 weeks.
- Twelve weeks and starting to feel a bit more energy flowing through my veins, but...
- I still get really sleepy in the afternoons. And I am completely tied and bound to food. Getting hungry sends me in a downward spiral, and fast. So "like usual" only way worse.
- I can't believe I get to have a newborn again next summer. I was re-reading about newborns from my pregnancy book last night with the insight of an experienced mother. It made me smile and coo and squeal a little bit. I can't wait to savor those first few days, weeks, months.
- There have been a lot of inquiries about our pregnancy, asking, "I thought you were done...?" Heh. And so we thought. But things got a little murky at the end of August and here we are. I couldn't be more thrilled, just to be able to do it all one last time. It makes me so happy. Squeeze is happy too, feeling like it must be "meant to be". He has said that he is excited about it with the exception of "all the work". Always practical, that Squeeze of mine. And what a lot of work it is. Especially combined with manhandling 15 acres into submission and maintaining two large gardens.
Gotta go. That's all she wrote para el día.