They say you shouldn’t count all of your chickens before they hatch, but we all do right?
My newest little chicken had me in the ER late last week. The cause was contractions and the cure was an IV full of fluid. The same thing happened with Sunny at 27 weeks. She had stopped moving and I was sent to the ER crying and wailing with Matt. She was fine, so was I. There was no crying this go ’round. I took my IV like a champ and continue to complain about my laboring pains all day every day. I am a joy to be around as we approach 7 months and counting.
Our second chicken is our new home. We are very excited to (almost) be through the home buying process. 5 weeks from now our day to day live will finally resemble my day dreams.
You’ll pardon the sideways shot as I drive by the new house in my car and am careful to not stop for too long in fear that the current owner will think I’ve lost my mind. I know they must see me- random lady in a black SUV with her windows down passing back and forth for 10 minutes at a time…not suspicious at all. I explained to my Sunshine girl that once we move into our new home she will be attending school. She would like to show up to said school everyday looking like this…
HOLLYWOOD!!! Just in case there is any one else who thinks they can out glam her at that school- they better watch out.
It get’s better. When we move we’ll get lots more time with him…
“Him” who moved out of Brooklyn 2 months ago and our hearts ache for everyday. Soon we’ll be a short 6 miles away from one another and he and his Mama will have to run for cover to keep us away.
So yes I’m over here counting chickens, packing boxes, working on some life stories, and re-writing my own.
