I’m sitting on my couch, drinking coffee. I just finished a bowl of cocoa puffs. I can never decide which is better, the actual cocoa puffs or the chocolate milk it leaves behind.
I’ve tried generic cocoa puffs and they’re just not the same. So, if it’s on sale, I buy the real thing.
I’m not sure what’s on my plate today. I have cleaning and shopping to do but I’m pretty sure my sister is in early labor, her body is trying hard to evacuate her baby from the premises but her baby is holding on for dear life.
He or she is very comfortable. And I’m pretty sure that her baby has been playing and whispering and laughing with James and Jake during this time and they all just don’t want their time to end together. So bittersweet. So unbelievably beautiful.
Yesterday I had a woman who works at my salon, who I do not know, come up to me and start rubbing my belly, like all over it. She closed her eyes and made predictions like “it’s a boy and it’s very healthy.” Meanwhile, she would moan lightly in between her words. The whole time I’m doing my best not to start tapping her on the forehead while saying “THIS IS MY SPACE, CRAZY LADY.“ I could not believe how she was violating me and she was!
She then said “oh, your husband has dark hair!“ and I said “Nope! He doesn’t.” and I walked (RAN) away.
It was weird…really weird.
I love baby attention, like, A LOT, but this? Was so wrong. So, here’s a little piece of advice for you…don’t do that to anyone, k?
I love being pregnant, this pregnancy in particular has been so magical for me. Tomorrow I turn 25 weeks which completely blows my mind. I still feel like I’m ten weeks pregnant and that people don’t know that I’m pregnant, the other day a stranger started asking Brian about my pregnancy and I thought “wow, I can’t believe she can tell I’m pregnant!” I told Brian my thoughts and he thought I was a little crazy. Because this baby belly of mine? It’s a big one.
Which is okay with me.
I can’t believe Christmas is just one week away. I am so excited. No matter how crazy the week ahead is going to be, and I’m hoping not TOO crazy, I love the magic that my kids are starting to feel right now. Magic that they’ll hold onto for the rest of their lives and share with their children.
These traditions and these moments are so important, so I’m going to try to take each step slowly and calmly and remember that even if nothing goes as planned, there is joy in every moment.
…the baby kicking in my belly, my kids talking quietly to each other about their day at school, my husband coming home from work and seeking me out to give me a kiss, the quiet moments at night as the kids are sleeping, the tree lighting the room, are my JOY this holiday season.
I have so much joy.