I think I am back!

Well, my “hiatus” has been longer than three months, obviously. For a time I didn’t think I would go back to blogging, but I’ve found that I miss it. Have I don’t more “serious” writing in this time off?  Not really. Blogging gave me an outlet to keep me writing, and while I explored some really good ideas and started a long-term project, not blogging didn’t motivate me as much as I thought it would.  Also, I missed getting some fun feedback through comments on what I did write.  So, I’m back without the pressure to make this blog into something amazing – like all the lovely professional blogs that I regularly read.

The not writing hasn’t been all my fault, really.  Some big things have happened in that last few months that I think would have stalled a lot of people’s progress on not-high-priority things.  For example, just a month into my hiatus, I cut off the tip of one of my fingers with a rotary cutter (left ring finger to be exact).  That makes typing kinda hard.  We moved…twice (in three months).  I got pregnant (enter a very long first trimester).  It’s been a little crazy.

I probably shouldn’t make each of those into a really long story, so I’ll just give a few details on each.  First off, my finger.  Last June, I was cutting some fabric scraps into smaller squares for scrap quilts when I ran the rotary cutter over my fingertip and cut it right off.  Thankfully I was at my parents’ house and my mom could take me to the ER while my dad watched Jane.  It was a small chunk so they just stopped the bleeding and told me it would grow back.  And it did.  You can’t tell what happened because it looks totally normal.  I was afraid it would be all stumpy and ugly and that I would get a hook-nail deformity, but it looks perfectly normal.  No impressive war wound here.  It doesn’t feel normal, but I’m used to it.  Rotary cutters still make me a little squeamish, although I have used one since then.

Once my husband switched jobs to one that included a 30-minute commute each way, we knew moving was inevitable.  We just needed to find the right place – in our price range, would accept pets (including a very large dog), closer to work, etc.  We did find an older house to rent, but after moving in one thing after another went seriously wrong – without much help from our landlords.  The last straw was the dead rodent smell emanating from underneath my daughter’s bedroom floor which our landlord wanted us to crawl under the house and check out rather than coming out himself.  No way, dude.  We were very unhappy there and knew we had made a mistake.  We were very lucky to find a beautiful duplex to rent close by that we absolutely love.  It’s a great blessing to have such a nice place to live.  Our pets did have to find new homes, but again we were blessed to find a great home for each of them.

And then, there’s the (probably) most interesting piece – I am pregnant!  I am now 21 weeks, due mid-April.  It’s a boy.  It’s incredibly exciting for us!  While I didn’t throw up a lot of times like I did with Jane, the nausea and generally yuckiness of the first trimester lasted a lot longer – like from week 7 to week 16 straight.*  I dropped almost 20 pounds from a huge lack of appetite, although that is steadily coming back now.  I’m still not totally back to normal though, although I have a lot more energy and I don’t get an upset stomach nearly as often as I did.  So, I am just going about day to day, trying to do all those things that will help me have a healthy pregnancy and a healthy baby.  You know, eating right, sleeping, exercising, drinking lots of water, etc.

Oh, let’s do a snapshot of Jane’s progress since it’s been so long.  She is now 29 months, weighs 35 pounds, wears 4T/5T clothes (I am starting to have to shop in the “girl” section rather than the “toddler” section for her…EEP!), is potty-trained (we haven’t ventured into serious night training, although she is usually dry when she wakes up), loves nursery at church, talks up a storm, and has a large and active imagination.  She has bright eyes – somewhere between brown and green – and long blonde hair and a big beautiful smile.  We are constantly surprised by her sweetness.

So that’s where we are now.  Glad to be back, and I hope you’re still out there reading.  :)

 

 

 

*You know how you feel like you’re going to get a certain calling, but you really don’t want that particular calling? And you hope and pray that it’s not that calling that you’re going to get when you are asked to meet with the Bishop?  Yeah, so I got the calling after dealing with some real yucky first trimester stuff for a couple weeks, but it came with a blessing from my bishop that didn’t take the sickness away, but lightened it considerably. That is too much of a testimony-builder for me to not mention somewhere on here – I knew that Heavenly Father knew what I was going to and wanted to bless me for working on His behalf for His children.

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