I don’t know
Well, in our move I may have lost the correct cord for the camara, so no new pics. It has gotten hard for me to keep up on the computer, so any grace you can spare, I’ll receive.
A few things: I never explained the move across town, and I really don’t know what to say about it except that it has already been a blessing (a kind of house trade). We really enjoy the neighborhood, and actually some of our great friends live right across the street. I always thought I would hate having an upstairs, but I actually love it (though it’s hard on a pregnant lady). I can keep the house work up for the downstairs, and we aren’t upstairs enough to truly mess it up. We can be louder in the mornings than usual, too, becasue the boys do not hear us.
I still have four weeks to go, and like most other really pregnant people, I don’t know how I’m going to do it. I’m also getting scared about how to carry two diaper bags, a baby carrier, and Jude all at once, while threatening Isaac to please get in the van or whatever. I do know that this is when I come to know God more. These will be good times for me and the Lord. I know that, but that’s all I know. It seems that, since women have been having babies out of bipedal bodies for many thousands of years, it would not feel so wrong. If evolution were as they taught me in biological anthroplogy, my hips would be much much bigger, and I would have an even wider waddle. Thank goodness, though, that I came from seductive Eve, whose hips weren’t really meant to bare such melons. We just look better this way, but dang it hurts.
Last thing: a few mornings ago, I was thinking out loud about what I had to do that day. I said, “What is it I need to do today?” and Isaac responded, “Go put on your make-up.” I asked, “Why? What do I look like without my make-up on?” Guess what he said … “A Swamp Bat Dragon!” but he said I look like a pretty girl when I do wear make-up. At least there’s that.
I have a date with Mary Kay.