So I'm excited, Brandon is excited, Britain seems to think she's excited and loves to poke her tummy to tell me things about the baby (i.e. "baby sad" "baby hungry") but she makes sure to specify that it is the baby with feelings-not the Britain. It is pretty cute.
I'm 14 weeks now, and dying for my ultrasound to find out the gender. I am trying so hard to be patient, but it might just kill me to wait another 6 weeks. I'm really hoping my doctor just goes nuts and lets me come back sooner than that...
So far, I've had insane dreams, nothing terrifying like my dreams were with Britain, just weird... Like my mom suddenly being pregnant with twins right now, and I was annoyed. Not sure why. Or dreaming that Brandon was the one who had back surgery instead of my mother... Or dreaming that my feet were asleep so badly that I couldn't even feel them. Weird random stuff that seems to revolve a lot around bodies. Oh and I totally dreamed I slept through church... Missed primary and everything... I woke up stressed that morning.
In other news, Britain is FINALLY working back into a sleep pattern that is manageable. I told her tonight that she had to lay still in her own bed until daddy left for work before I would come lay with her. She was asleep before he left! Point for mommy! She seems to wake up too early, (except on days that I want to use her as my alarm...) so I've decided that she isn't allowed to leave her room before 8 am. Maybe that sounds crazy, but I just need that stability. For a few days this has worked well. I hope it lasts.
Brandon is incredibly kind to me, always patient and loving even when I definitely do not deserve the patience. It has been so good to know he is my constant in everything.
School is kicking my trash, but I'm happy and content with my decision to only take 9 credits this semester. It keeps me busy, but I don't find myself choosing between being a mom and a student. I can handle both well with this load. I'm grateful for the unique circumstances that I have to attend school and still be a homemaker. I'm very blessed.
Today Brandon asked me if I miss working. It was such a relief to realize that I don't! Occasionally I miss the reward of watching my bank account grow with each paycheck. I miss that feeling. I sometimes miss the forced schedule that I maintained while I worked, but being a mom is what I want. And even though it has taken some time to become comfortable in my life, I am the happiest I have ever been and I'm so grateful for a hard working husband who makes my life possible.
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