nesting

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAI sewed on little vintage buttons to complete the sweet suit and made some good progress on my farmhouse shawl, though truth be told knitting has been put by the wayside these days.  People may envision the 34th week of pregnancy full of cute nesting instincts, folding clothes, tidying corners that have been untouched, hanging up soft mobiles.  But, this fourth time around, it really is not vision at all.  It is a manic, stressful, impossible list that will not be fulfilled until the children are all grown and gone.  And yet I chug away.  Tucking in the ends after bedtime, crossing off the logical items when there is a slot of time to do so.  Even though I know full well when that little babe is in my arms, the worry of being ready or not, will be a memory so distant it will fade away all together.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERASo, I am trying (trying, trying, trying) to focus on keeping cool on these crazy humid days. rather than work up a sweat scrubbing a floor, or insanely sorting winter clothes, or cleaning out the chicken coop.  I am leaning towards the swims in the pond, hair-cuts and indoor time even when the sun is shiny and welcoming.  Remembering with a vengeance, these are my last weeks with just these three little boys, how this time will never, ever, return and though sweet it will be, things will never be the same.

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