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All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go….kind of. We have a couple more hours of packing and cleaning up ahead of us, and my stomach’s upset from the stress and excitement. Probably shouldn’t have had those fries for lunch. Rhys has been so helpful today – from fetching tape for Daddy to throwing hangers in boxes (my kind of packing!) to decorating her own moving box. I’m ready to have this move behind us. I’m having a hard time feeling nostalgic yet, but I have been trying – thinking about leaving our first home, leaving where we’ve lived for three years, leaving a fantastic church community – it’ll all set in once I’m surrounded with boxes in our new place, I’m sure.
Michael’s calling – the guy’s been shouldering most of the burden of packing – so I need to say goodbye, Des Moines – you’ve been good to us, but now it’s time to go home.
This one goes out to our Iowan homies: go ahead and yuk it up.
(sidenote: it is just me, or does the title get you singing that Don Johnson one-hit-wonder? yeah, you know it. admit it. go ahead and sing it. i’ll pause while you do.)
Went for my OB checkup today and heard the little one’s heartbeat for the first time. Which makes this nausea a little easier to bear, hearing proof of the little one causing all of this ruckus. The first trimester is over – and not a day too soon! Afterward, Michael said to me: “I guess I’m going to have to grow another heart, because I don’t understand how I have any more room left in there after Rhys!” I felt the same way before we had Rhys. I didn’t think I could love a child half as much as I love Michael; but just like the Grinch, my heart grew three sizes in one day. Getting ready for three sizes more (sans scowl)….
The hair got it.
What tastes good to me right now:
- chicken nuggets with honey
- chocolate teddy grahams with peanut butter
- milk
- fresh fruit
- cafe vienna instant coffee
- thick bread-and-butter pickle slices
I can’t WAIT until I can cook again without gagging! I miss cheese! And bacon! And steak!
The house was for sale. The house sold. Michael has a job in Omaha, beckoning us home. So we’re going. June 29th. I was in Omaha all week looking for housing. It was refreshing, staying with Mom and Dad, sleeping in my old bed. Found a cute midtown brick duplex….our home for the next year or so. Back in Des Moines now. The house smells weird, but it’s cleaner then I left it (thanks, babe). Got 60 boxes. Bring on the packing tape, paper and shrink wrap. Need to make some last-minute memories and wax nostalgic about the past three years. Sigh.
