Yep, it's been a long time. Again. It's not that there has been nothing to say. It's just that sometimes it seems easier to write when you are in pain, frustrated, worried, or hurting. It's cathartic to put those emotions down. It's easier to throw sarcasm and anger at the world than it is to say, "Everything's... just fine." Don't misunderstand. I am blissfully happy with "just fine." It's just that I don't feel as compelled to write about it because I'd rather just be living it.
It's been ten months since we moved to our new town. While the house will probably not be the way I want it for years, it's fine for now. And I love living in it, and I love the neighborhood we're in. My husband's job is going well. His hours are very good and his partners treat him well. Sure, he has normal work frustrations, but nothing compared to what he had before we moved. The boy and I have settled into a comfortable routine. We spend our mornings at gymnastics or music class or the library story time or play group. And in the afternoons we play at home, often times with Daddy who is generally home by then. We've both made some good friends. We are happy.
My son is undeniably two. He tests the boundaries at every turn and loudly and angrily protests not getting his way. There are days I am doing well not to be halfway through my third bottle of wine by the time my husband gets home. But, all of that is normal (both for him and me) and his rapidly exploding vocabulary and grasp of the world is so amazing that the less desirable parts of living with a toddler just fade away.
And the pregnancy. After our rough beginning, it's so routine now that I sometimes forget to be continually amazed that I really am pregnant again. As of today I am 28 weeks along, in my last trimester. The baby appears to healthy, and is very active. We've had no further complications since 10 weeks. I am in the habit of not counting unhatched chickens, however I can't seem to shake the feeling that I might have two children soon.
So. That's all there is. See how boring that was? Blissfully boring, if you ask me.
