So, here I am – 33 weeks and 5 days. I thought that I would be ready. I really did. Unfortunately,this is not the case.
My house is in disarray. Amongst the complete and total chaos is a Thanksgiving meal needing to be prepped and prepared. The gods are against me I think.
The twizzlers room is nowhere near complete. The ladybug is completing her game plan as to how she is going to truly take over this house once they get here. The complete transformation from loving kid to territorial child with a napoleon complex is almost marvelous to see and a bit scary.
I have a to do list a mile long. Seriously. Mr. Nicholes is really trying hard, he is, but I think that amongst my frustration at not being able to do it myself and his desire to just throw EVERYTHING out with the bath water, is a desire to curl up into a fetal position and just cry. Don’t worry, if he does, I’ll join him.
On the brighter side of things – and honestly, what I just typed out doesn’t seem nearly as bad as it reads, Thanksgiving is THURSDAY! I love spending time with my family. There’s something about being surrounded by people who care enough about you to ignore your faults for a day. I also think that with the death of my sister eight years ago, there is just some stuff we say “forget it” to. Besides, who can’t be jovial when you’re serving turkey, short ribs, smothered chicken, baked macaroni and cheese, greens, dressing, candied yams, potatoes and green beans *chitterlings* (blech) an array of cakes, pies and other goodies? WHO GOES HOME MAD WITH A FULL STOMACH?!
I’m truly thankful to have made it this far in pregnancy. To see 33 weeks, when just last year, I didn’t even see 20. I’m thankful for a husband who rocks my world, even when I tap dance on his last nerve. I’m thankful for the cellist, who is comfortable enough to talk to me about ANYTHING with the understanding that his father and I are supposed to support, not tear down. I am thankful for the ladybug who is really a 40 year old in a 2 year old body. I am thankful for parents who insist on spoiling my children rotten, even when sometimes it makes me grit my teeth at what they allow them to get away with. I am thankful for a house that we keep a little too cold – because we CAN control our thermostat. I am thankful for a house that we keep a little too dark, because we CAN control when and what lights we turn on. I am thankful for the food that we have. I am thankful for the car that drives a little rough – and is in DIRE need of an oil change – because we could be walking or taking public transportation in the middle of winter.
I am thankful – even for the family of four that I have now, and for the family of six that I will have in the coming weeks, because it shows me just how gracious and merciful our God is, and how much He trusts me to raise his angels.
What are you thankful for?