It seems that a bunch of weeks have passed without me blogging. And some of you have even checked up on me! Thank you! I assume no one even notices, or cares, so I appreciate it.
I'm okay. We're okay. Really, nothing eventful has happened at all.
We went to the beach. It was super fun, but chilly.
We're in a holding pattern for a possible move. I'm praying like crazy and anxiously awaiting God to show us what's in store. And if you have a second, and have prayed for, like, everything else in the Universe already, I wouldn't stop you from asking God to bless us in that department.
We're doing a lot of playing outside. Some preschool. But mostly playing.
Essie is keeping us EXTREMELY busy. Can I stress the "extremely"? More than the all-caps is already doing? Our crazy girl deserves her own post. Look for that coming soon.
Oh, and we have a superhero among us now. I feel safer than ever. Although I'm busy washing his cape and jammies every single day.
I'm not sure why I've been gone so long without coming here. Part of it, I think, is because all I wanted to blog about after the miscarriage was... the miscarriage. But who wants to hear about that every day?
And part of it is that by the time the kids go to bed at night all I'm able to do is stare blankly at the TV. And edit photos. Okay, so if we're being honest I pick editing photos over this blog. There. I said it.
But editing photos is so much more relaxing than confronting my emotions and putting them out there for everyone to see.
So, about that miscarriage. It's been particularly hard lately hearing about a) all the people due just before me who are about to pop, and b) hearing all the pregnancy announcements for, say, December. Really? Ugh. I'd be SO far along right now. I'd probably have stopped being nervous a while ago. But I'd still be counting each week as it comes, thankful for every single one. And yet time just keeps on ticking. People who weren't even pregnant yet when I miscarried know their baby's gender.
I don't know why that depresses me, but it just does.
And then the guilt sets in. I'm so lucky! I'm so blessed! How can I feel this way?
That's a rhetorical question. At least it is tonight because I have no answer.
I'm already up too late (darn blogging!) so I must go. Hopefully I'll be back before June.