So close

This afternoon my husband is buying me the best Valentines day present. Technically, this will be the best V-day ever in terms of buying things, since he’s not only buying me a house, but he also bought me a brand new front loading washer and dryer! Is it sad that I’m so excited about it that I’m dreaming about it? I don’t know which I’m more excited about, having a brand new w/d, or having them on the second floor! No more trudging down into the basement - I can just walk across the hall. Builders these days - they’re geniuses!

Even tho we spent the better part of Saturday at the house and planning for the house, it really hasn’t hit me yet. And b/c it hasn’t hit me yet, nothing is packed. Part of me is very anxious and knows that once I start, all bets are off and Tim will come home from work and find a very exhausted Candace passed out on the sofa b/c I got a righteous anger about it and did it all in one day. The other part knows we aren’t moving for a few more weeks, and doesn’t want to live in a half-furnished house. Is that stupid? And honestly, I really don’t know where to start. I keep hoping I have a moment like I did when I was pregnant with Conner, where I wake up one morning and it just hits me like a ton of bricks and I think about all I have to do and then I (happily, yet hurriedly) get it done. I do think about that episode of Friends where Rachel moves out, and her parting gift to Monica is to let Monica be in charge of the packing, which Monica excitedly accepts. So friends of mine, where’s my Monica? Any hands? Now is not a time to be shy!

Another thing that has not hit me yet is having another baby. I still have a good four months to get used to the idea, but realizing that Kelly is now in her third trimester (didn’t she just tell me she was pregnant?? Where is time going!), and one of my close friends is coming up right behind her, then it will be my turn. I also remember with Conner, after the big u/s time seemed to jump into warp-speed mode and one morning I woke up with early labor pains, realizing my body was a ticking time bomb. It does help that I feel the baby all the time now - but he is still so tame compared to Conner. Conner fought from day 1 to get out of my womb and I felt every roll, every jab, every searing stab of his pointy little heels. This kid tho, I could poke and shake and irritate the snot out of him and I’ll barely get a poke back. Could it be a sign of things to come? An actual baby that is chill? I look at my friends babies who are that way and hear them talk about how fabulous it is to just hold a content baby and I think, “from your lips to God’s ears!” I love Conner and his fiery personality to death, and I realize he wouldn’t be the hilarious, spirited child he is today if it weren’t for the difficult infant he was, but oh how that would be amazing. Fast and pray for me people - FAST AND PRAY!

I don’t know if the time stamp is correct, but if it is you’ll notice this post is coming to you at 2:50 am. Pregnancy insomnia, oh how I’ve missed thee! And since my days are filled with the business of life and buying a house right now, this seems to be the only time I’ll have to post, which will be light for the coming weeks. But I can’t wait to post pictures of the house, and after 4 pm today I will certainly show the new house that God has wondrously provided for our family. Take care kiddo’s, and a Valentine’s Day card from me to you because I want to be honest with how much you mean to me.