My apartment - trashed. My former residence - spotless.
*sigh*
I’m feeling more contented than I have in MONTHS. I’m in my home, that we can afford without me working. I have a U-haul, a trailblazer, and a explorer less stuff….and as I pack stuff away I’m finding more stuff to get rid off. I LOVE this part of moving…settling into the new digs.
The boy and I are sleeping on the air mattress which is as close to camping as we get these days…and I personally find it really romantic. Plus the boy and I are just in love. It’s vomitriffic.
Yesterday, I cleaned out the rest of the stuff (an explorer full) from the house. Cleaned it top to bottom. Then I came back and unloaded said stuff…then I went back and loaded the explorer again and took an explorer full to goodwill. Then I came home, grabbed the boy. We took the mammoth desk we’ve had a love/hate relationship to goodwill, and a load to the boys grandma’s that will go to Iowa this next week. I’m sore in places I never new existed but it feels GOOD. OH YES - this was all done whilst chasing Feeb around.
All this being pregnant laying around sick stuff is OVER. The boy told me the sexiest thing ever is watching his wife move large pieces of furniture around like an ox. I am taking that as a complement. It’s funny, this new church mindset of the “little women” kind of gets blown out of the water with me around. The boys on Sunday whilst moving kept saying stuff about how strong I am.
I credit that to my Dad and I doing boy stuff all the time growing up…field type stuff. It is fun to let the men be the men though. There were five of us girls kind of standing around gabbing and moving a box every once and awhile while the boys loaded the truck. I really enjoy the division of the sexes these days, and am learning to let my husband take the head of the household role. I’m programmed to do otherwise so it’s been quite the learning experience. It’s another pride thing.
Can you tell God’s teaching me about pride? Moving from a house, selling a car, losing two babies…it’s gotta teach me something. I refuse to believe it’s all for naught, so I learn. The biggest tidbit, God is infinitely good.
(That does however leave me with a rather large pride issue to deal with. PS - I just typed lather rarge. HILARIOUS.)
Honestly the prospect of getting pregnant IN THE FUTURE (AKA - next cycle) has me feeling hopeful, because while I’m not pregnant now it gives me the ability to focus my attention elsewhere. Being pregnant (for me) is a full time job. My body goes into combat mode, and it’s hard. So I’m glad that I don’t have to worry about getting or being pregnant. Though I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited to start trying again.
This Saturday we’re heading to Ioway for the weekend for the boy, and FOR THE WEEK FOR ME. I’m leaving for Vegas Wednesday from Iowa and the Feeb is staying with my parents. It was insane the cheap plane tickets I got. I’m looking forward to Vegas. No gambling for me…I made a pact with my husband, so I’m going to walk around, eat out, and LOUNGE.
I need a break from baby chasing. Speaking of - the baby is still the best thing since sliced bread. He’s learning to help now, and has been throwing things away for me, and putting stuff in and out of boxes. It makes unpacking doubly interesting, but so much fun to watch him learn. He’s often heard these days counting, “one, two, three!!!!” I taught him to say it while we’re in the elevator to keep him from pushing the alarm button. He does laps around the apartment, and chases the cats.
Gizmo took two hours to acclimate to the new apartment this time. Only took him seven moves to figure it out. Poor kitty. They definately make it seem like home.
Okay off to write a shopping list and unpack whilst the wee one is sleeping! 
