Home Reclaiming

Today has been a day of home-reclaiming.  We had a super busy, but delightful weekend and our home kind of fell apart in the process.  It looked like a bomb went off in pretty much every room of the house.  My beloved has been oh-so patient with the state of our union and helpful these past couple of days.  BUT today the boys and I needed to reclaim our home.  So, slowly it’s coming together.  Things aren’t sparkling, nor are they dusted or soft scrubbed but now I’m not afraid to walk down the hallway for fear of breaking my toe on a Transformer wing of some sort.  The washing machine is churning and for that we’re all very grateful.   I was able to freeze the fixin’s for  3 servings of the soup we’re having for dinner tonight, for after the baby comes.  It’s been productive; as productive as one can be at 9 months pregnant.

I’m eagerly anticipating our little one’s arrival, with a bit of fear and trembling.  Let’s face it girls, having a baby hurts.  I can’t say that I’m stoked about that, but I am incredibly excited about the process and end result of all that pain and toil.  I find my brain is not totally here, as I drift off to thoughts of timing contractions and hanging curtains.  It’s such a funny, and special time-these last weeks of preparation.  I pray that my heart would anticipate and long for the coming of my Savior the way I do for my newest little one.