1. I will probably get in trouble for saying this, but pregnancy is just hard and yucky for me. That is not to say that I'm not grateful for a healthy baby or the ability to carry babies in general... I know some readers might kill to be in my spot. But I think it's safe to say that we all have our own unique hurts and struggles and hopes, and I am sharing that for ME, pregnancy happens to be a struggle. I am at my worst in so many different ways, and I'm so jealous of the mamas that seem to radiate light and joy and energy when they are pregnant. Why can't that be me?! Ugh. I better wrap this silly rant up by saying that I am just looking forward the end of May. (And then I will be looking forward to baby's first birthday because I happen to stink at the baby stage, too, which is probably a totally separate rant.) Pray for my dark and ungrateful heart, people.
2. Mark is coming home today from a conference in Texas. Yay. I am not sure how single parents do it, you guys. I for sure miss his help in parenting, and the kids miss playing and wrestling with him every night, but I also just miss him because he is my best pal. The world is just not quite right without him around. I'm starting to gross myself out with all this sappiness, but hooray for welcome-home sorts of days.
3. I am not sure if I'm straight up lactose intolerant or just sensitive to dairy in general. Either way, ice cream and I do not get along. I have taken Lactaid in a summer-I-have-to-have-ice-cream-or-I'll-die sort of bind, but my stomach still doesn't feel great afterwards. I have also tried random brands of coconut milk ice cream and whatever else, but it just doesn't cut it. UNTIL... I stumbled upon Ben + Jerry's non-dairy brand at our local Wal-Mart. Holy moly, Chocolate Fudge Brownie. It is amazing. I even think it tastes better than dairy ice cream - there's just something more creamy and silky about it. It is absolutely delicious. Praise You, Jesus, for Your provision, and to Josh Van Es for stocking it at our store.
4. I am, like, the messiest person alive, but there's something that totally bugs me about the kids' dinner plates having a messy smear of ranch or ketchup or any other condiment all over the place. CONTAIN IT, PLEASE. Someday, I will need to ask the Lord about the random, totally nonsensical things that drive us bonkers. Anyway, it's amazing how much these little dip cups make my life a happier journey. They make our plates so much more beautiful and compartmentalized.
5. I have a love/hate relationship with our area's Swap. Do you call it "Swap" too? Like the online buy, sell and trade group on Facebook? Anyway, I love a good + thrifty deal...and I also love to get rid of random junk (What's the opposite of a hoarder? A pitcher? Like in baseball? Or a throwawayer?)... But it drives me nuts-o when people say they want your stuff and then never stop to pick it up. I swear it happens at least 60% of the time - for sure the majority. I have been decluttering a bit and acting like a Nazi on Swap. Didn't pick up your stuff? Goes to the next person, period. Want me to hold stuff? No way, man. ... I'm sorry. I do love the Lord, but exercising patience in this realm is something I need some more sanctification for. Help me, Jesus.
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