Work-y and Sleepy

Praise the Lord, Nathan got a temporary job! He started last week working for a local landscaping company. For the first time he's not behind the lawnmower, but rather he's selling commercial maintenance contracts. He's just pumped to be "getting out there" again after a long hiatus due to studying and job hunting. 

There are still things in the works in terms of long-term pastoral ministry, but we are still waiting on the Lord for final plans. No matter what, we know we'll be here in California until the first of the year. I'm grateful we'll be here to have the baby and and have lots of time to be with my family.

This is his first day of work. I packed his lunch and took his picture. The lunch packing for him only lasted one day, unfortunately. I am usually asleep when he is ready to leave, although he wakes me with a little kiss... or a panicked question like, "Where did you put my pants?! Have you seen the keys?! Can you help me find my glasses?!"

On a related note, thanks to many of you for praying for my sleep. It has, on the whole, improved quite a lot. I only feel crazy with insomnia once or twice a week. I got a text from my friend Amy this morning saying she couldn't sleep last night and was praying for me and the baby, and guess what? I SLEPT LIKE A CHAMP LAST NIGHT! I'm sad for her but happy for me. Sorry, Amers.

So what have I been doing while everyone else is working out of the home? Meal planning, shopping, cooking, going to medical appointments, hanging out with my sister and nieces, and so on. I can't do a whole lot without my feet busting out of my Rainbows (British friends, Rainbows are the ubiquitous flip flops that everyone who sees the sun wears every day) and needing to rest and put my feet up to get the blood flowing again. I am feeling pretty good. Tired, but good. In addition to comments about my size (I get asked at least twice a day if I'm having twins, and that is not a joke), people have been asking me if I'm ready for the baby. 

Yes and no.

Yes, I'm ready to escape from the trapped feeling I have in my own body at the moment: the itches, aches, pains, anxiety, insomnia, and general I-can't-get-completely-comfortable-anywhere-at-any-time-in-any-position. 

No, I'm not quite ready for the bajillion questions, insecurities, worries, etc. that come with parenting. I think the main question will be, "Am I doing this right?!" 

Yes, I'm ready to see and hold my son. I know from an ultrasound last month that he has hair and that he likes to smile with his mouth open like his dad. I can't wait to see that in person.

No, I'm not quite ready to give up lazy Saturday mornings dozing and sleeping in absolute peace and quiet. I'm not a morning person. I'm not really a night owl either. I'm a I-love-sleep person. However, the past few months have left me with this thought: if I can't sleep as much as I want/need, at least I'll have someone to hang out with.

My sister put this picture on a Pinterest board she has just for me:

It makes me want to laugh and cry at the same time.

Oh, and my sweet friend Lorie took this picture in July when I was here, and I am so glad I have an image of me looking peaceful and motherly and not bonkers and uncomfortable like I feel about 80% of my waking hours. :)