Nobody likes a lame excuse, so I won’t give one.
I haven’t blogged in a while. Sorry… and now we are all over it.
In the past 2 months, life has taken off at full throttle. Between my first Thanksgiving and Christmas as Mrs. Stauffer (which were everything I dreamed they would be and more), my Favorite finished the LAST class that stood between him and his bachelors degree. My work hours were adjusted to part-time (hooray!!) leaving me more time to sleep and get things done around the house in preparation of Charlie’s debut (in that order).
Speaking of Charlie, he is 34 weeks “in utero” and limits his movements to jabs in the bladder and shots at my ribs. He is still “average” size and everything is still checking out perfectly when we visit the doctor’s office… and I am still feeling fine, thank you very much :) Gary and I spent an entire Saturday at a childbirth class – and he, no surprise, managed to turn himself into the class clown within minutes of our arrival. We passed, though – and hopefully Charlie will cooperate when the time comes.
The rest of my family migrated south just hours before the great Indiana Blizzard of ’14. Being snowed in for 3 days with my Gary (with no place to go and no way to get there) was tolerable, I suppose :) At one point, I declared that I was tired of being stuck inside and was determined to shovel BY HAND the 14″ deep – 1/4 mile long – snow drift we called our driveway. Gary gently reminded me that I am 7 months pregnant and it was -35 outside… and that he was not going to allow me to dig us out. He was right… dang it. A few hours later, when the temps were closer to -10, he did allow me outside for some fresh air and a walk. I crawled through most of the deeper drifts leaving belly prints along the way. Our kind neighbor had our drive plowed in time for work Wednesday morning – I don’t think I will ever be able to bake enough Peach Crisp to thank that man, but I will try.
One thing we did accomplish during the storm was PAINT! Finally, we have color on the walls of our kitchen, living room, hallway and baby room. Because he loves me (and because I beat him at Rummy… again), Gary did the arduous task of cutting while I went to town with the roller. He is a fantastic sport and has cheerfully told me several times that it “looks nice”- even though he still can’t tell the difference between the white that was and the light-tan that is now in our hallway. Someday we will put up trim too, but for now, I’m happy with the new colors and my mind is racing with plenty of new decorating ideas.
We both had a “woah – this is for real” moment when we set up Charlie’s bed in our room. We just stood there and tried not to be completely overwhelmed and terrified. I’m still convinced that it is a perfectly appropriate response. Thankfully, Jesus has our backs and is looking out for us. Somehow, by His grace, we are trusting He’ll make decent parents out of us… for we have absolutely no idea what we’re doing.
Thanks for checking in and catching up on my life. … I will by no means leave you with promises of blogging more frequently… I will simply upload a “baby bump” picture and wish you a happy day!