{written on April 22, 2015}
You know what’s so funny about living in the suburbs? How quickly you acclimate to the easiness of um….EVERYTHING. Don't get me wrong...driving everywhere was super strange at first but then I got incredibly accustomed to it and the convenience of free “10min parking” drop off spots directly in front the post office and even though I have to Waze my way just to go on a few mile drive because I don’t know the roads yet like Wexford it’s just oh so easy. But when will the familiarty and novelty wear off? It still feels pinch ourselves perfect in our home, I still wake up loving the bright natural light flooding the first floor…the clean tidy everything has it’s place kitchen…the cozy appeal that my dear KCS has poured into making my house a true home. I am definitely getting settled more and more each week, Morgan’s pure toddler delight with the space and yard and direct access to the park from our backyard makes for the figureativecherry on top daily.
This pregnancy (yep, still pregnant over here at 40wks & 2days!) has honestly been a breeze. I am feeling grateful beyond belief that I hit this far and am not even that uncomfortable. No real aches and pains, just a belly carrying a guessed 6.5-7lb baby girl who makes me flip from left to right sides at night. The 180* emotional turn from this point when I was pregnant with morgan could NOT be more dramatic. I was a snippy, anxious, terribly ornery mess at this point last time. “baby here yet?” texts sent me into a tizzy but this time? This time I feel like I’m gifted the extra solo time with M, the leisurely evenings with Lee, the ability to check more house items off the list and really marinate in the love of my people. This past weekend, my sis Brady and percy came in from California and we all hunkered down for 5 days. To have the space to have them (plus a 24hr SKR visit, too!) and be comfortable is something us previous urban folk dreamed of. Hommeade pizza night, wine, laughter and pjs. It was as wonderful as I imiaged it to be. My only heart strings being tugged on right now are the ones related to my solo Morgan time….how I know my heart will only grow in love for this sister of hers but I can’t help but think some love has to be divided due to my inability to be her mom and the babies. What if she wants me to snuggle or play outside when I have to nurse? What if she doesn’t understand that I love her so much that giving her a sister is a life prize? She’s in this sweet over the top phase of 2yrs that I am 10000% obsessed with. Her vocabulary and sentencing cracking Lee and I up. (She broke the soap jar in her bathroom this past weekend and each night when we brush her teeth she starts with “I sorry I broke the soap daddy mommy. I sorry” it’s the sweetest. When I took her to a bouncy castle to play during yday gross morning rain, she hugged me so tightly around my neck and proclaimed “you’re the best mommy. this is the best day EVER” tell me you aren’t crying. I wanted to bottle that moment up forever.