Unfinished thoughts from February

I found this post that I had started a couple of months ago but, if I'm remembering correctly, it was interupted by the pitter patter of little feet-- or more likely-- the wrestling of little boys. I thought I would have time to come back to it and finish up those thoughts, but that obviously never happened, so for the sake of this journal, I'll just post it how it is:

It's interesting how we can be in the midst of what we consider a great trial and then have even more placed upon our shoulders. How these trials add up and add up until we think we can't handle anymore, and then we are shown that we can. And blessings come.

This pregnancy has been my most difficult yet. Probably the combo of having two other kiddos who need my constant attention, are going through sleep issues, and are busy busy boys, along with my age. I'm not old, but I am older than I was 2 and 4 years ago. I just am.

That being said, I am incredibley grateful to be expecting, as I know there are many many many people who would love to experience any bit of pregnancy (the good and the bad) if it meant they would have a child in the end.

I love that there is new life in me, that we will have a special, brand new, wonderful little spirit join our family who will seem as if they were always a part of us. And I love that I am a part of this miracle of life. And really, I do think it is worth every bit of pain and frustration and sickness and exhaustion.

As I read through this, my first thought, was that things have not changed a lot but they have changed in the ways that matter. We have different things going on now that still make life crazy and busy and full, but we have been continually blessed. And really, two months can make a difference. How wonderful to know that no matter what difficulties we may face today, there is always tomorrow~ to smile, laugh, and take on the world. Or maybe just our home. One day at a time.