I am actually sitting at my desk, eating pop tarts and drinking a bit of coffee. I have physical therapy in an hour and right now we are running a garage sale. We just completed hour one of 12.
I feel like a lunatic having a garage sale at 36 weeks pregnant but I just couldn’t resist it. Someone in our neighborhood took charge and placed the ad and created maps and signs and well, WE HAVE SO MUCH CRAP TO SELL. We keep adding babies to our family and stuff that goes with them and making changes in our home and buying furniture and clothes and shoes (so many shoes) and everything is starting to crowd us out. Due to my limited physical activity, this isn’t the best garage sale it could be, but in the spring? Watch out. I will be purging from every corner of this house. And the fact that we’ll be done having children at that point? We can get rid of the swings and the bouncies and the vibrating contraptions and finally get our basement back.
(and also, I really, really want to buy a flat screen TV to place above our fireplace to free up some room in our living room where our current GIGANTIC TV lives, so I’m hoping this garage sale will help fund my wishes.)
We are just over two weeks away from bringing this sweet baby girl into the world. Our days are spent trying to keep up with the house, trying to finish our unfinished projects, completing photo sessions (my last one is on Tuesday!), attending doctor’s appointments, editing photos, placing print orders, etc, etc, etc. We have been so busy. But our evenings, once the kids are tucked in their beds, Brian and I sit in our bed, sometimes watching TV, sometimes playing on our computers but after that, we lay there and just talk and dream about our family. Each of our kids and their personalities, what this baby girl will be like, how much we love her, how grateful we are to have such healthy beautiful children. I almost always end up crying. The Good Tears. The kind where the gratitude grabs your heart and hugs it so tight that you can’t breathe. And then I think about my Mom coming over and spending her days here, Brian’s Mom taking Eli and bringing us dinner and the fact that I have found the perfect, most amazing assistant in the world. I lay in bed, my pubic bone killing me, my legs throbbing, drool constantly slipping from my mouth and all of that stuff just washes itself away.
I just can’t believe how lucky we are. I can’t believe how this little baby is already blessing our lives and to think that we’ll have a lifetime of her, for us, with us? I don’t think I could be more grateful.
But I’m going to try.
Happy Friday, friends.