Hit Like With a Mack Truck

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Since my last post announcing our newest bun in the oven...I have had the tar kicked out of me every day by my Little Lentil.  (Side note: the boys have been calling our baby according to its size every week...Johnny Apple Seed, Little Lentil...you get the idea.  I love it!)  How can something so small (literally) eat my lunch every day?!  I feel like I have been hit over and over again by a Mack truck every day, people.  Every day.

I am head-over-heels thrilled about our fourth child...and this is a dream fulfilled that I have had for about a year now...

But, I tell ya.

I think I had pregnancy amnesia or something.  Was I really this wiped out with the other three?  How did I LIVE every day through it?  OK, I might be being a little over-dramatic.  Hey, blame it on my "condition."

Before baby, I had tons of energy and felt like I got a million things done in a day.  Naps?  Those were for wimps who couldn't make it through the afternoon!  Naps, schmaps.

Now?

6:30-7am: Hit my snooze a few times.  Look at the clock and realize that it actually IS a decent time to wake up, not some horrible pre-dawn hour that causes me to shrink back in fear.  Stumble downstairs.  Inhale a cup of coffee.  Attempt to stay awake for an hour during my time with Jesus (oh, You are merciful, Lord) and finally rise out of my sleepy stupor to greet the kids at 8am.

8am-noon: Family Devotional, breakfast, chores, home school, yada yada yada.  Once story time on the couch comes, if I sit for more than 10 minutes, I'm a goner.  Do something to wake up...pace the floor, water the plants, call a "snack time"...anything to not fall asleep sitting up like a crazy fatigued woman.  Sometimes, actually, I close my eyes and drift off a little bit.  The boys are like, "MOM!  What are you DOING?"  Then, they shake me awake and laugh like little goofballs.  I wish I were kidding that they have to do this almost every day.

Lunchtime: I have my energy for about .2 seconds until morning sickness hits and I don't want to finish my plate anymore.  At this point, it doesn't matter what I am eating...Thai food, American food...I suddenly can't handle it anymore and just want to curl up for a nap to ignore my weak stomach.  Ugh.  I am so glad this part will pass in a few months.

Nap time: It doesn't matter who feels tired or not tired that day...all of the kids are gonna have to rest because Momma just can't make it anymore.  Gone are the afternoons of home school where I would read aloud to the boys for almost two hours and love every minute of it.  I can't get through two minutes anymore, let alone two hours.  That part is just going to have to suffer until I feel like a normal person again.  Gone are the afternoons of blogging, washing dishes (oh, I am soooo sad), or reading up on something.  Some things just have to wait for sleep.

Evening time till the kids are in bed: Thankfully, I have my husband home most nights (or we're out together) to help me wrangle the kids when I can't move very fast.  But, when bed time comes at 8pm, I want to turn in as well.  My night-owl tendencies are being put on hold lately.  The only reason why I am still awake now writing this post is because I took an almost three hour nap today.  Feeling guilty, Alina?  No...not at all. 

I guess, sometimes, life has to change a little bit (OK, a lot!) when you are preparing for another human being to enter the world, your life, your house, your heart.  Right now, I don't have to endure the sleepless nights of parenting a newborn...but, just the opposite.  I suppose it is God's way of helping me to store up? 

I'll take it.

Thanks for reading and being a part of this new journey with us.  I love you all to bits! 
And, I hope to be getting back to being a better blogger once I get more energy.  You understand!  :)  Thanks. You all are the best!

Alina