My Weekly Recovery

For some reason my Mondays have become my recovery days. I have no idea why but I've taken to having a really hard time falling and staying asleep. A lot of pregnancy books and websites blame that on being pregnant which I can definitely see but what doesn't make sense is the fact that on Mondays I sleep the best that I have all week and usually until late morning or early afternoon. That's right. Late morning or early afternoon. It makes me feel like a teenager again. Don't get me wrong...I'm not complaining because I really need the sleep but why can't I just spread it out a little bit? Maybe it is one of those things that my body keeps going until it just can't go anymore and then it drops off into a deep and meaningful sleep only to wake up and do it all over again the next week. If so, that is so not cool. Oh well...it is what it is. At least I am getting one day of really good, really restful sleep. For that? I am extremely grateful.

I unintentionally have started church shopping again. It's not that I don't love The Grove but there is one particular pastor that has started preaching a lot more that I'm not a huge fan of. He's a really great man but I don't like his personal philosophy. I often leave sermons that he preached on really only getting out of it that, no matter what, if you pray about it you will get it. His examples? Free, fresh eggs. A free coat. Just mainly free items. Maybe it is just me but I reserve asking God for really big things like...well...a healthy baby. I could care less about a coat. Anywho, that is not the point of my story. My point is I attended a church that a couple of people I know attend. You ladies know who you are. The church is off of Elliot and Power. As I sat down in the crowd I was struck by how big the room was and yet how intimate it felt. I liked that a lot. The worship pastor was really good too. That part is super important to me. Singing makes me feel close to God and when that part feels stagnant it is hard for me to connect spiritually to the rest of the service. The best part of the service, in my opinion? When the worship pastor had us think about what we were grateful for.

Gratitude. Wow. I haven't thought a whole lot about that lately and quite honestly while I was sitting there I was really struck by how grateful I am for my life. There are some things that I wish were a little different or that had happened in a different order but the fact remains that God has been very generous with me. Once upon a time I was going to make a chalk board that I could write things that I was grateful for as they happened but that somehow made it to the back burner and never happened. Time to fix that problem. The good thing is they now have a chalk board spray paint so I can turn anything I want into a chalk board. Time to keep my eyes out for something really awesome. I would love a really long skinny something that would fit perfectly on the wall next to the back door, in the main room we spend time in. Crap. It can't be too long because we're having a baby soon and babies turn into toddlers and toddlers have go go gadget arms that would rip something like that right off the walls.

I realized last night that coming this Thursday I am entering my third trimester of being pregnant. Third of 3. The final chapter. Holy cow. How did that happen?! This baby could, quite literally, be born any day now. Oh my gosh. That made my throat close up a little bit just thinking about it.