Sleep When The Baby Sleeps...

So they say.

But here's the thing: I think this is true during pregnancy, too. 

Hear me out...

First, I have zero scientific evidence or backing for this. I am solely basing this assertion on my experience, which makes it super reliable.

Lately, I've had a hard time sleeping soundly. And I've read that this can be normal during pregnancy, but as wiped as I can feel after the most mundane tasks (like, say, grocery shopping, folding laundry, or making a sandwich), it seems so strange that sleep isn't a special kind of epic. But it's not. It's restless.

Last night, I was awoken by the sound of rain falling outside. But also, inside. Awesome. I discovered a fairly impressive leak in our kitchen ceiling, which formed a lovely mound out of our ceiling paint and created a funnel of sorts to deliver rain water all over our coffee bar. After quickly moving and wiping down the precious dark magic makers, I covered the area with towels and put our giant plastic hamper under the spot to catch the water so I could go back to sleep. Which I couldn't. (2am, you've never been crueler.)

And while this was obviously a distressing deal to begin with, I suspect that the main reason I couldn't get back to sleep (save for about 45-minutes around 5am) is because Little Nugget was wide awake in my bread basket. It's a total Mommy Hunch thing, because it's still a bit too early to feel him, but I just had this sense that we were not going to be sleeping any time soon. I've experience this, too, on nights when I wasn't pulled out of bed by wayward waterfall, and I think once he's up, I'm up.

The flip side? I think he enjoys napping while I'm working. When I'm seated at my desk and sipping my raspberry hot tea, he's snug as a bug in a rug, and he's out. I can just tell. (Again, weird mommy-sense. I'm telling ya.) But this isn't exactly the most ideal moment for me to tucker out given that, you know, work kinda needs to get done. And while I'm still adjusting to having an extra life on board, I can already anticipate that it won't be long before I'm summoned to eat something again, which will encourage me to get up, move around, and take Nugget on a little walk.

All this to say, pregnancy continues to be a surprise in so many ways, and it's fascinating to get to know this little dude as we hit 16 weeks together.

This Little Girl has some news...

Things have been a bit quiet around here lately, which I'd ordinarily chalk up to being super busy, but we've actually been in an odd season of a lot of junk (i.e. stressful, unexpected stuff) and laying low in response. We're seeing lights at the end of tunnel, for sure, but it's been a surprisingly peaceful time despite circumstances. I can't complain, really (though I think I have).

An exciting development over the last few months, however, has been the news that a new member of our little family is coming to join us soon...

Is anyone really surprised we used Scrappy to spill the beans?

That's right: I'm preggers! I wish I could tell you that is was a blessed surprise and that we never once doubted our Good Lord, but that would be a fib. You see, I had just the month prior decided unilaterally (with zero evidence or good sense) that I was barren. I declared, "No kiddos for Natty!" I sobbed, and I pined, and I prayed...mostly whined. Then we actually tried one month (i.e. payed attention to my cycle and all that jazz), and I got knocked up. What a dummy. 

Please note: I am not trying to be insensitive to those who are actually struggling to have kiddos. I can laugh at myself now, looking back at how ridiculous I was behaving, but the feelings were very real. 34-years-old suddenly felt like the end of time, and I was still struggling to get my cat to like me. So I am not mocking anyone or anything related to the yet-unmet desire to have little ones. I am absolutely mocking myself for letting my faith be shaken so very quickly, despite knowing that God is always good. I truly believe it was a journey hissy fit that needed to take place before Little Nugget came along, and it unearthed all kinds of doubts and fears that I needed to lay straight before The Lord's feet. I'm thankful for it. Now.

So, I won't promise that my posts moving forward won't include a bunch of baby chatter and whatnot (in fact, I already have plans to share my favorite pregnancy crap thus far), but I also hope that y'all can continue to share with me my day-by-day learning to trust and rejoice in Christ. Marriage has been such an amazing, refining gift, and I just know that Little Nugget will be another amazing way for me to experience joy.

And learn to ask for help.