May Truths.

May 18. I haven't blogged in a while... Michael has been away in Texas, and I have been surviving.  I don't think many people read this, but I have made some pretty good friends from church and they have helped in so many ways.  Playdates with our kids and just asking to hang out has made a world of a difference.  It gets super stressful some days, while others are not as bad.  I miss Michael being here... We haven't spent this much time away from each other in the 8 years since we've known each other.  My key to surviving, other than friends, is looking at each day and never, ever looking past it.  Looking at a week is so much more depressing than looking at a day.  I think I go about 4 days before I have an emotional breakdown.  Which I'm working on.  Sometimes when I let go, I fall into thinking of weeks, and then months instead of days.  When I do that, I have a hard time seeing an end, even though there is an end! A wonderful finish line called his graduation! But then, if I'm in a really depressed mood.. I venture past graduation into the unknown.  It's exciting but also scary.  I mean we have no idea where we are going to end up.  It all depends on where he gets a job.  Then it's like... okay, go find a job. ha But that's not the easiest task.  *Breathe* 


He comes home in 7 days!!! May 25! yay for us.  He may only be here for 5 days, but oh my.. I miss him being at home. Dumb "hEll Paso" for taking my husband away.  Well, actually... I suppose it's his dumb school since they are the ones who made the connection between here and there. Blahhhh. 


I got a sewing machine!! My wonderful mom got me one for Mother's day!! =) I haven't actually used it yet, but I plan on "playing" with it tonight in an effort to try it out! Hopefully, I will have a baby blanket in the works by the end of the week! 




In other news, I have a Ob appt today.  So I can't truly account any new news on the baby other than he moves constantly. =) Which is wonderful, I'd rather have an active one just so I can feel him and know in some small way he's okay.  


Truth time: 


I don't mind being pregnant at all. There are things that I, of course, do not like.  I hate my thighs touching. I'm a small person, who normally wears a size 0-2, so when I jump to a 5-6 or 7-8 in jeans, it doesn't make me happy.  It's nice that you get truly huge toward the end, and then that in itself makes you so excited to go through the drama of having the baby bc you are ready for him/her to get out. ha ha  I'm getting close to that point.  My belly is getting in the way.  I can no longer see "down under" where I shave.  Shaving my legs in general is a breathing chore.  And trying to do my toe nails is definitely a miserable exercise. But, the miracle that is being pregnant is truly amazing to me.  I enjoy, or at least try to enjoy every minute.  I am blessed to be one of those women who don't have terrible pregnancies.  I've heard horror stories of pregnancies that were just miserable.  I haven't experienced pure misery yet, so all in all I think that is pretty blessed in a way.  I have discovered that I carry boys way easier than I do girls.  I was nauseous and way more uncomfortable with Kailey, but yet again... it wasn't the worst.  


Going along with that: I'm kinda sad that I'm half way done having kids in a way. Yes, they are stressful and a handful at times... but they are such a blessing.  Michael and I have set our number of kiddos at 4.  And our third will be here soon. We, or maybe I should say I, am planning on waiting at least 1 1/2 to 2 years before the next one...at least.  Okay, now I have never experienced daily life with 3... so who knows? Maybe I won't want to have anymore. ha ha Three could very well be the number that Heavenly Father sees fit for us.  Who knows. But still, they grow up.  It's sad. lol  Haiden will be four this year, and in another short year... I will have a kindergardener!  I tear up just thinking about it. :/




ANYWHO! This is my life at the moment.  Being by myself with 2 1/2 kids and a dog.  Trying to find things to fill our time, and trying hard to only take it one day at a time.