WAITING FOR "C" . . .

Life here has settled into a quasi-comfortable routine . . . every decision made, every event scheduled, every plan discussed revolves around one thing . . . waiting for "C" to arrive . . .

The anticipated entrance of royalty does not match the excitement here . . . Linens are freshly washed . . . Rainment sorted and laid out . . . The household has been turned upside down . . . with all of us waiting for "C" . . .

Other babies have been eagerly anticipated . . . This is, in fact, number 7 . . . This baby will be no more loved than any of the others, since they EACH get ALL our love, but mama is stretched to capacity and tired of lugging around this little guy 24/7 . . . I think she would like to be able to lay him down and walk away on occasion, or let someone else hold him for a little while, and she has many nearby, eager to oblige . . .

We thought for sure he was coming on Friday . . . Things are happening, though this birth is already different from mama's last two. Saturday, we thought for sure, he would make an appearance . . . Sunday would have been a nice birth date . . . 2/21/10 . . . or two two one one zero . . . Monday, too, would have worked well into MY schedule (and we all know that babies are ALL about gramma's convenience, right?) . . .

Today I rescheduled an event that would have put me in Orange County during rush hour traffic with no way to get home quickly, should I get a call that I was needed, (since I get to step in as labor coach this time, since daddy is several states away) . . .

Every night *I* go to bed wondering if I will hear a soft knock on the door in the middle of the night to let me know it is time to rush off to the hospital . . .



I know that "C" will make his appearance when he is good and ready . . . and whenever that is, it will be okay . . . I just hope he knows how MUCH he is loved already . . . how EXCITED and THRILLED we are that he is shortly joining our extended family . . . How MANY aunts and uncles and cousins are anticipating and praying for his safe arrival . . .

Just how EAGER we are to welcome -- as we have with each of the others -- little "C" home . . .

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!!

I just wanted to take a moment to wish everyone a very happy Valentine's Day . . . Hope you feel loved and cherished and appreciated . . . or at least have memories like that, if this year isn't as romantic as you would wish . . .

I am grateful to each of you for what you have added to my life . . .

Have a wonderful day . . .



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SLACKERS OF THE WORLD UNITE . . . UM . . . TOMORROW . . . MAYBE . . .

OK, it is a teensy bit funny that right after I decided I was going to be better about blogging that I stopped blogging entirely . . . LOL . . .


KAPUT . . .


Not sure exactly what happened . . . But I don't feel TOO badly about being such a slacker . . . I guess I ran out of things to say or maybe my frenzy of deep Spring cleaning has kept me both much busier AND with less to blog about. Let's face it . . . rhapsodizing about vacuuming and dejunking and throwing out BUNCHES of stuff is not really all that interesting . . . although I DID come across an uncashed check for $132,ooo (dated a few years ago -- so no longer valid) in one stack of 'important' papers . . . Maybe I should frame that . . . hmmmmm . . .


Winter semester is winding down . . . Wednesday is my last day of work until Spring semester, and I am planning to put the week and a half I will have off to good use. HMMMM . . . or else maybe I will just stay in my jammies all day and watch movies and eat bon bons . . . LOL . . . one of those two . . . ;o)


It is interesting at how HARD it was to let my registration date for Spring semester slide by . . . I have priority registration even though I am done at this college, and it KILLED me to not register for even ONE class . . . That has been my life for so long . . . I have worked hard and done really well, and it has been a very satisfyingly stretchy adventure, but I AM definitely ready for a break. Still . . . MAN was it ever hard to let that registration day slip by me . . . I kept thinking . . . well maybe an online class . . . or maybe I should go back to just taking classes that interested me like I did for so many years . . . or maybe . . .


Once I let the day pass (lol . . . by sitting on my hands so I couldn't mark up the class schedule or call or register online) I was fine . . . but it was VERY hard to allow it to slip by me . . . Surprisingly hard . . . HMMMM . . . is it possible to be addicted to school?


Luckily I still have my work to keep me occupied and busy and plenty of new books to read (THANK YOU, Santa!!!) . . . and of course, my deep cleaning/dejunking project that is consuming me at the moment. With all that is going on in my life right now, I know (and already carefully and prayerfully decided) that this was time for a break . . . but I was surprised at HOW hard it was to let that day pass by . . .


I must say it is FUN to have time to read for sheer pleasure . . . For so many years, most of my reading was required textbooks . . . I still read for pleasure on occasion, but it was hard to fit it in around the edges of my school studying and deadlines for projects, etc . . . so being able to read in this leisurely, relaxed manner again seems absolutely heavenly . . .


OK . . . don't want to strain and blogging muscles here . . . I just may need to ease back into this in little baby steps . . . so this is enough for now . . . Hope all is well in your worlds . . . =o)