This week. Ahh this week. This is has been one of the most dreaded weeks since I finally came to a realization that my little brother would actually be heading out on his mission. I believe full well that he is doing the right thing and couldn’t be prouder of his choice to go out and serve, but man it’s been incredibly difficult. We did however get the opportunity to go camping up at Jacob’s Lake, a little Inn just north of the North Rim of the Grand Canyon. It was a great break from the everyday worries and stress, especially work, and a nice way to keep our minds off of the temporary change in our family numbers. Anyways… Back to the Bumpdate.
I’ll say this one thing: being backed up is no joke. Not fun. Like when you are starving but can’t imaging putting anything else into your body for fear that you might explode. Pain so bad you can barely walk and let the tears flow because at least you can control that… now my favorite thing is Metamucil.
Nope. Nada. Zip, zilch- I’m starting to wonder if the pregnancy cravings are a myth and that often pregnant people just use growing a human as an excuse to eat odd things. I’m sure it’s not, but when I don’t have any cravings, you start to wonder.
Most Excited For
Well, this might be a slightly weird one, but I’m looking for my little man to stop slowing down around 10 p.m. Right now he seems to be super active around 11 pm which right now is not so bad, but when his little kicks and intense movements getting stronger, I can only hope that he will slow down as he gets bigger so that I can sleep.
Its been a hard week with Matt heading out. I’ll say that the best moments were when he was getting set apart. The Spirit finally gave me the comfort that I needed. It was a saving grace that my family and I had a family reunion to go to to take us out of our daily routine and away from everything that reminded us of my brother. Nate even wittled a Baby Groot figurine! See how cute?
Yet, Saturday night, we were back to life and back to reality. Nate was hungry and as we didn’t have food, I had to make boxed macaroni and cheese (which by the way, I ABSOLUTELY HATE). I hadn’t made that in probably 10 years when my brother could finally do it on his own. Well, with thoughts of my brother flooding back into my mind, I started crying. I now have to keep reminding myself of the same thing I told my brother before he entered the MTC, “Just take it one day at a time”. It’s not so bad when you do it that way, but sometimes you can’t help but through in thoughs like, “he wont be eating Sunday dinners with us for 2 whole years…” Gosh… Anyways, good moments, but sad moments.
Well, here is to a new week, a new day- hopefully better than the last. That is what we should be striving for, right? Betterment? I’m personally hoping to be better at working out. I’d hate to let myself go sooo much that giving birth is so bad because I haven’t prepared that I’m still hobbling around 6 months later. Ick!
Have a great week!