As the 19th approaches, I find myself almost having to count down...15 days to go (because technically the 19th doesn't count)! Can you believe the craziness of actually knowing I have 15 days until the new baby arrives?
Although I'm not sure I'm prepared (a trip to Target is still on the to-do list), we are moving in that direction. It must be a baby number 2 thing but I'm not worried about it! My mom laughs at this but secretly I think she's worried I won't have a going home outfit ready. This may be telling on myself too much but..I still haven't bought the car seat to bring home this bundle of joy. That's on my to-do list this week too. Along with: finish laundry, start packing, pick up the co-sleeper, have one last baby "sprinkle" and make sure the house is really, really clean. And all in 15 days...Oh boy! So if anyone wants to come over and do laundry... hehe.
In addition to all this ciaos, Isaac has had an ear infection, we've both had colds, the cat went missing for a week and is now back, Isaac now has a huge rash all over his body from the antibiotic he took (bad lesson learned) and well, I'm still pregnant.
I think most days it seems easy to just be discouraged. I think this time period in our lives has been the most trying for patience and how much we're going to actually rely on the strength Christ offers us. And I say "us" and "we" because I don't have to ask Rod if he agrees with me.
This has me thinking lately about what it means to be in "seasons" of life. I had never really felt like I was in a season until now. Perhaps I wasn't paying as close attention as I am now. One thing is for sure: realizing that this time period won't last forever has made it much more bearable. How loving of our Heavenly Father to know me so well that he helps "season" me for another child and become a better help meet for my husband! He knows I probably wouldn't do this on my own. Especially when my natural tendency is to worry, fuss and micro-manage (Rod's nice way of saying I'm controlling). These past six months have been boot camp training for patience, trusting God and my husband better, loving my family through my selfishness, seeing what a gentle and quiet spirit means, seasoning my words with grace and the list goes on and on and on...that's why I refer to it as boot camp not a learning convention.
It would be wrong of me to let you all assume I'm doing very well at these things because most days I'm frustrated, tired and ready to pull my hair out. I think that's why it's called a 'season'. Winter seems to come on slowly and push us to the grind (think of all the snow we've had) and when it seems like we just couldn't take any more...we may get more snow! But winter won't last forever. Spring is almost here and so is relief...and so is another baby. Which reminds me...I better get busy!
