I’m counting down the hours. Check out this fantastic retro 1970s timer from VintageRetroDesign. Lovely!
Two years ago today I hit “publish” on this blog for the first time.
I had big plans for this little site. Love for home and family combined with love of writing made a blog like this inevitable. Many of you were gracious to follow along and encourage me as I typed my thoughts out loud.
This past January I hit a roadblock of the most unexpected kind when I began experiencing pre-term labor symptoms due to an overwhelming illness I can’t begin to describe. I will spare you the details, except to say that my 6 trips to the emergency room for dehydration were necessary and potentially life saving for my baby. No sound in the world can be compared to the thwap thwap, thwap thwap on the fetal heartbeat doppler in a moment of uncertainty.
I have experienced multiple Nancy Kerrigan moments–my own Tonya Harding being the discouragement that knocks me when I’m already down. I can’t count the times I have told my husband that I just can’t do this any more.
Bed rest is cruel and unusual punishment to the self-diagnosed A.D.D.
I’m not proud of those deflating moments. But I am more aware now than ever that I can do
little nothing in my own strength. I have found that my most poignant life lessons are learned when I am down. Either I am more susceptible to learning in those agonizing minutes, or the Great Surgeon knows where to lay the knife to cut away the greatest sections of ignorance in my heart.
Anyway. I am due to deliver a boy in the next 2.5 months. Either things will start looking up or I will continue to learn. I see it as a win/win.
For now, I am back–learning to skate on bruised knees. Thanks for reading.
And happy 2-year anniversary, HouseHoncho.