I ache.
I ache from my tiniest toe all the way up to the top of my head. How is that possible? What aches on the top of my head? I don’t know but I assure you, I ache.
I don’t know what it is about this pregnancy that makes me ache so much more; that makes me feel much more pregnant than just five-and-a-half months. Of course, it’s probably not the pregnancy at all. It’s probably the toddler-almost-preschooler, the busier days at work, the more demanding schedule, the packing and unpacking, the complete unwillingness to just sit instead of baking a batch of banana muffins because the bananas were going bad.
Yeah. It’s probably all that.
And the truth is, I wouldn’t give up any of it (not even the aching). My life is so full and I’ve been reminded several times this week about just how blessed I am. When I look around these days I can’t believe this is my life. Even on the bad days. Even when I ache from my tiniest toe to the top of my head.
Amongst all of the ways I am blessed, this week I am thankful for…
… library books.
… more specifically, our Nanny, who always picks the good library books.
… aging bananas. I can’t help it, I love making this banana bread.
… my active, little man. Nothing calms an expectant mother’s heart like the kicks and flips of her unborn child.
… craft stores.
… afternoons with Baby. We walk, we talk, we bake, we make memories.
Happy weekend, all!
