Painfully Patient & Overwhelmingly Grateful

Here we are nine months later...still getting bigger and waiting for baby's arrival. The excitement and anticipation are growing, but patience is also in effect. I'm no longer working as our little dude's expected due date is in 8 days. Time was more than plentiful the first couple of days, but now it seems there is always something to do with the time I have. Numerous mothers have advised me to sleep now while I can, so I've been trying to get as much rest as I can and take naps daily. One thing I'll miss about school though are the sweet kiddos. Here is a picture one of the children drew of me:

If you're wondering, no, the nursery is not ready to go...but neither is the house. The new cabinets are in, but need molding at the top. Kitchen counters are officially measured, but there is still no install date yet. That means we don't have a kitchen sink either. Pictures of the place have still not been take as there is still a ton of work to do. I'm not allowing myself to be stressed though. We have what we need even though it may not be completed or where I want it to be. Can we make it work? Survive? Of course. No problem.

The last month or so has brought us some bewilderment also. We have been overwhelmed by the generosity and love and support from those around us. It's been difficult to express the gratitude we feel for all of it. My old ward threw me a wonderful baby shower after having not seen me in a month! My mom, sis, Erin & Erin threw an over-the-top baby bash. Each of our places of employment hosted sweet showers for us. The parents of the kids in my class threw me a quick one too! You'd think after five showers that that's it, but no. My new visiting teacher and new ward are planning a shower for me too even though they barely know me. What lovely people we are surrounded by and how blessed we are to be recipients of their service and generosity. There's no doubt in my mind that this child of ours will know that he is loved and cared for. We certainly feel it! 

 















On a more heartbreaking note, our 4 year old kitten Peyton is no longer with us. As whiny as he was, he never cried through the pain, couldn't stand up anymore, and sadly left our home and this world. He will be missed sorely.