This past week, my parents came to visit for a few days - They kept our little guys while hubby and I headed south to Savannah, Georgia for a little "babymoon". It was just the kind of trip we like - a whole lot of relaxation...some time spent at a nearby beach...a little bit of historical sight sighting (just enough to make us feel slightly intellectual)...and an unbelievable amount of amazing food.
We love to eat. We plan our travels based on the restaurant options to be found in particular places - and Savannah definitely does not disappoint. I spent a little bit of time there a few years ago, but this was the first time the hubs and I had explored it together, and we had a great time.
Ladies, if you have not taken some time to get away with just your man, you must. You must. You must. You must. We had started to forget what it was like to have an entire conversation without a sippy cup spilling, a diaper exploding, or someone screaming bloody murder because they just got their hair pulled.
I love my kiddos with all of my heart and soul - but it was nice to take some time to actually look at my hubby and think, "Good grief! I am so glad God brought him in to my life!" He is SUCH a gift, and I was thankful to have a few days to focus on us. Us is really, really good.
Upon our return, I asked my parents to sign a written contract which stated that they will be back to babysit all three of our children...once our new addition is weaned, which will hopefully happen by the fall of 2016.
Speaking of our little girl, I decided to start tackling some of her laundry. If you have followed me for very long, you know I've been picking up goodies for her for a long time...since before I ever knew a little girl was on the way...I can't help it! When I find my favorite brands for next-to-nothing, I grab them up - knowing they will either get worn by a child of mine or sold for a profit or both! Needless to say, this gal of ours is set - Her wardrobe is to die for, and I can't wait to put her in all of these ridiculous outfits. I fear that the tutus, the bows, the ruffles, the animal print, and the red cowboy boots with silver tips (Yeah, buddy!) are going to send her running to the therapist's office, but my fingers are crossed that she will cope well with my treating her like a human baby doll.
Okay, back to the laundry...so when we got back from Savannah, I decided to start tackling her laundry. Folks, this task is not one for the faint of heart. Keeping all of the coordinating bloomers (Is that what you call them?), hats, socks, etc. together is more than my nerves have been able to take - Do any of you have a system for this madness? Please send your wisdom my way...as I'm still working on her laundry...yes, still.
In the midst of diving in to that project, I decided it would be a great time to have a yard sale. What was I thinking? Our neighborhood had announced that they were going to do one, and I had no intention of participating (I wanted to shop instead!)...but then I thought "Well, we'll put out some of the things we've been wanting to throw up on Craig's List."....and then I thought "Well, I'll just go ahead and put out some of my oldest kiddos' things - items that aren't of any use at the Pregnancy Center we like to send baby/toddler stuff to when we can...and then I began to experience some other feelings...
Wanna talk about my feelings....(my husband loves when I ask him this question)...here goes...
So, I'm trying to emotionally prepare myself for this possibly being our last baby...I'm not sure what the future brings...This is something that we are praying about...This is something we do not want to take lightly...This is something we plan to take our sweet ole' time deciding...and it's something that makes me feel like my heart is breaking in to a million pieces...which leads to shortness of breath...and then I begin to sweat...and then...
Anyway, with those feelings at the forefront of my heart and mind, I decided to start clearing out some of our baby stuff...not all of it...I kept my favorite things...the nicest things...and of course the things I still need for the little one I am currently carrying, but I cleared out the excess. This is all in an attempt to make the emotional trauma of saying "I think we're done." easier to cope with for me.
Is this type of behavior normal? Please say yes.
Today was filled with scheduling upcoming appointments - dentist visits, well-checks, annual skin exams, baby doctor check-ups - catching up on e-mails, and laundry...lots and lots of laundry.
My day even included a crock pot meal, because I'm just that amazing (Insert eye roll!). Ladies, without the crock pot, I'm not sure my family would ever eat.
Moral of the story? I think I need another vacation.
Emotionally Unstable and Owning It