I'm not one of those people who writes with any regularity or frequency, but when I'm inspired, and I've had plenty of time to think about something, I like to flesh it out in writing.
To catch you up on the present, my long-time best friend and I decided over a year ago that we would join our lives together, once and for all (we sort of tried it out about a decade ago, but weren't quite ready then). I have a son from a previous marriage, he's never had children, and we decided that we'd like to try.
In addition to adding one member to our new family, we had to move to make room for all of us. So, all within a span of about a year, we did a whole bunch of new things. He moved halfway across the country with the dog (another story, and a good bedtime one at that) and a moving van with his stuff to us, we put him to work as #1 childcare giver after a few months, we bought a car, we made a baby, shopped for a bought a home, and just recently moved into said new home so I could be closer to my job, spend less time commuting, and Jasmir can be close to good schools, doctors, etc. Phew! I've literally broken a sweat just thinking about all of it. (Disclaimer: I am 36.5 weeks pregnant)
So, a couple of fun details: we're not finding out the sex (I didn't with my first child, either), and we've each come up with names, but we haven't really come up with anything we all love, so there's no telling what we'll actually end up calling this baby. My partner calls it, "#2," so naturally, so does my son. I've heard everything from, "I wish you weren't pregnant," to "I really wanted to feel the baby kicking," to "I don't really like babies, they're stupid," and "Will you love this baby more than me?" I'm doing my best to reassure my son of my unconditional love, but also the nature of love, which doesn't run out.
I can't help but think about the nature of the trinity, which is still fresh on my mind from my priest's sermon on Trinity Sunday yesterday, describing the trinity is God, us, and the love that binds it together. It is much like a mother's love, or a lover's love, where you would give anything to help, comfort, grow, assist, or build up the recipient. Also, of course, you've got the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit part of the trinity. And our current family is a threesome, about to become four.
Now that I've got about a month left before the baby actually arrives, and we've gotten settled, I am starting to unpack and go through the things we've collected from various friends, FB yardsale, etc. and have friends over for a housewarming/babyshower, going over Ina May Gaskin's midwife books, attending breastfeeding classes, having conversations with my partner, trying to assure him that yes, he can do it and it will all work out, and also assuring myself at the same time, I need to settle and slow down a bit to get used to the slower pace of life that will be newborn motherhood.
To catch you up on the present, my long-time best friend and I decided over a year ago that we would join our lives together, once and for all (we sort of tried it out about a decade ago, but weren't quite ready then). I have a son from a previous marriage, he's never had children, and we decided that we'd like to try.
In addition to adding one member to our new family, we had to move to make room for all of us. So, all within a span of about a year, we did a whole bunch of new things. He moved halfway across the country with the dog (another story, and a good bedtime one at that) and a moving van with his stuff to us, we put him to work as #1 childcare giver after a few months, we bought a car, we made a baby, shopped for a bought a home, and just recently moved into said new home so I could be closer to my job, spend less time commuting, and Jasmir can be close to good schools, doctors, etc. Phew! I've literally broken a sweat just thinking about all of it. (Disclaimer: I am 36.5 weeks pregnant)
So, a couple of fun details: we're not finding out the sex (I didn't with my first child, either), and we've each come up with names, but we haven't really come up with anything we all love, so there's no telling what we'll actually end up calling this baby. My partner calls it, "#2," so naturally, so does my son. I've heard everything from, "I wish you weren't pregnant," to "I really wanted to feel the baby kicking," to "I don't really like babies, they're stupid," and "Will you love this baby more than me?" I'm doing my best to reassure my son of my unconditional love, but also the nature of love, which doesn't run out.
I can't help but think about the nature of the trinity, which is still fresh on my mind from my priest's sermon on Trinity Sunday yesterday, describing the trinity is God, us, and the love that binds it together. It is much like a mother's love, or a lover's love, where you would give anything to help, comfort, grow, assist, or build up the recipient. Also, of course, you've got the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit part of the trinity. And our current family is a threesome, about to become four.
Now that I've got about a month left before the baby actually arrives, and we've gotten settled, I am starting to unpack and go through the things we've collected from various friends, FB yardsale, etc. and have friends over for a housewarming/babyshower, going over Ina May Gaskin's midwife books, attending breastfeeding classes, having conversations with my partner, trying to assure him that yes, he can do it and it will all work out, and also assuring myself at the same time, I need to settle and slow down a bit to get used to the slower pace of life that will be newborn motherhood.
