It’s awfully late tonight as I begin this post, and I’m wondering if it’s really possible that we’re down to counting through the 70s this week…I can hardly believe it.
Today was a mash up of busy kiddos, errands in the hot temps of July, a park playdate, testing limits, uplifting conversation and small stretches of quiet. It was a maxed out day in many ways, and a refueling day in others.
I wrestled with things, like how to best parent our littles in high intensity moments at home while keeping my cool, how to best address an expanding to do list while still offering attention to Henry and Eloise, and how I hope/want to approach this next labor and birth (which I’ll expound on in another post when I arrive there:) ). These issues are not all on the same plane, I realize, but they did all claim brain power and emotional energy from yours truly since the sun came up.
The summer heat has not gotten the best of me until now. I won’t camp here for the duration of this pregnancy (I do love being pregnant in the summer time!), but I’ll just admit for memory’s sake that today was a hot one. And I think I stayed out in it just a bit too long. We were all melting a little on our way home from the park this afternoon.
Baby is very active tonight (and every night), doing some kind of flinching, earthquake-ish sort of dance. I can’t tell at all what’s what or what is moving where. I just feel baby everywhere and appreciate the signs of a growing life wherever I can find them.
I am processing a lot about a lot of things, wishing I always exercised perfect judgment on staying quiet in some areas while being more vocal on others. There is delicate balance to aim for, for sure. I’ll keep trying.
The clock has rolled past midnight and I can hardly keep my eyes open as I type. It’s time for this mama to get to bed in prep for another day that will most assuredly be full of new adventures tomorrow.
tired and processing, but in a good way.