Lots got done around here today. I had a lovely and relaxing morning with Hailey, which was perfect, actually. Since the sitting room isn’t actually conducive to sitting right now (FULL of stuff) she hung out on the dining room floor with me while the kids ran circles around us. She was my sanity this morning. Thank you for coming, Hailey!!!
My mom came in the afternoon to help me with more setting up. It was actually pretty perfect. We got a bunch done, and made a game plan for the next few days. I know what things I need to get done to feel some sanity again, and when they are realistic possibilities. I’d love to set a goal for when to have these things done, but I don’t want the pressure right now. Also, its not particularly fair, because most of them are things I need Brady to do. Soon enough, those things will be done, and I’ll be able to finish the stuff that pertains to those jobs. It shouldn’t be too much longer. Hopefully.
When Brady made it home after work, he changed, we got the kids dressed, and we took my mom with us in the van. She hung out with the kids while Brady and I met with our lawyer and officially signed away the land title of our house. It was an exciting, short and sweet appointment. We were in and out in fifteen minutes. Afterwards, my mom headed home, and the rest of us ventured out to shop for a few things. My leg/right butt are really giving me a run for my money, so I stayed in the van with Rowan while Brady took the big kids into Home Depot to snag a few things for some repairs around here. They came back, and we decided to grab some supper. For the record, no, we will not always be eating out because we live closer to the city. BUT we will be eating out while we’re getting organized and such. Its a big job. The kids wanted McDonalds, Brady wanted Wendys, and I wanted KFC, so we rocked what we lovingly refer to as a redneck food court, and we compiled all of our food in the van to eat. It was delicious and satisfying. We hit Superstore last, just for a small handful of things. Being in the underground parkade reminded me of this hilarious scene I witnessed a while back. I saw a mom and her fairly young daughter walking to their vehicle. The little girl was super dangerously weaving in and out between cars, not watching or thinking much at all, it seemed. The mother was looking on after her with a death stare, and finally bellowed at her “SERENITY!” I almost peed my pants. It was awesome. The end.
After Superstore, we began the MUCH shorter drive home, and as we drove, I heard Dekker say my name in the backseat. I asked him to repeat himself, and he said “I don’t want you to be in the van.” I clarified that he was talking to me, and he confirmed it. I asked “You don’t want me to be in the van?” He said back, “No mommy, I don’t want you to be in the van!” I was so shocked and kind of confused. I don’t know if I responded or not, or how exactly he ended up clarifying what he had said, but there was a lot of relief when he finally got it out clearly.
“Mommy! I don’t want you to PEEEEE in the van!”
We all had a good laugh, and assured him that I was not planning to pee in the van. And then he simply went “No. Laela. She’s drinkin’.”
And Laela goes “Mook.” (milk)
Anyways, I thought it was kind of an adorable exchange, and Brady and I had a pretty solid chuckle over the whole thing.
When we got back from shopping, it was past the kids bedtime, so we went through the motions of bedtime routine. My leg was really bugging me, so I wasn’t super duper helpful, but I did some tidying with them, and I helped with their jammies. But now that they’re tucked in, I’m in bed, laying flat on my back while I blog since the reclining position only adds to my pain, and I physically cannot relax my legs. Neither. If I do, I get shooting pains up and down my right side. Its unbelievable. I’m trying so hard to follow all of the rules given to me by Dr. Mike, but I’m just struggling over here. But I’ll book in with him again soon so he can fix me back up. I can’t wait! Well, really, I think when I’m not doing as much setting up in the day, I’ll be in better shape. But these are just big days, so they’re harder.
In a positive light (since I feel like this post needs one) as I lay here and blog, I feel my little baby in my womb, dancing and kicking. I’ve been thinking I feel baby for a solid week or two now, but these last few days, I am completely positive. I LOVE being able to feel our new little family member wriggling around in its safe little home within my body. Its miraculous. At 18 weeks, this whole thing is feeling more and more real, and while this is our fourth baby, it hasn’t gotten old. Not. At. All. It is exciting every single moment of each different time. Eek!! Baby four! You’re so big already!