So at least once a week, I get a case of the "Panicky Smurf"s.
Usually this occurs in the convenient late night hours, when, really, I didn't want to be sleeping. I wanted to be worrying.
I am glad that God doesn't sleep either because we have had some pretty late nights together.
During this pregnancy I have really willed myself to "always look on the bright side" of having another baby.
The baby part has not been that difficult. It's just everything that goes along with having another child that makes me sweat.
Today I figured out our daycare bill for the school year and even with only two children in daycare...we are not going to get any kind of break..................................................
for about 3 years.
Believe me, if I could send Maren to kindergarten next year, I would. In fact, I'd rather she started before Keegan. This is just how "ready" I am for her to go.
In any case, when the economic side of things get a little daunting, something inevitably will bring me back around to remind me how many things I have to be thankful for.
Today I got an e-mail from my daycare lady, telling me how happy she is for us and how much she loves taking care of our kids.
She did NOT say she loves them so much that she's willing to watch them at a discounted price, however.  But her love and devotion to making sure my children stay safe, happy and healthy during the working day is really bonus enough.
I think we allllll know there are some pretty crap-ola daycare situations out there.

When the small amount of room in our house, also sends me into late-night anxiety mode, something like Maren and Keegan both snuggled up in his bed for a nap, or playing quietly with legos together, will help me to remember that when they have bunk beds in the room downstairs, it is only going to make them closer.
The only legacy I want to leave for my children, other than "love, laugh and enjoy life", is that of having their brothers and sister to rely on and love forever.
Built in best friends.
I am finding that every time a worry niggles at me, a beautiful reminder is put in front of my face to help me see the enormous possibilities of our growing family.
Take one last example, Will has been digging a hole all morning to plant a new tree.
The hole is big enough to put Ernesto into.
Or a panicky wife...
But no, no, it's a reminder to me that he wants to make our yard look the best it can.
Right?  It's a hole for the tree, I am sure.
Thank you God for helping me to concentrate on the good things.  I know I'm a lot of work for you right now, but I really really appreciate it. And can you get Will to go get a tree? It's kind of making me nervous...