Most friends and family, including myself, think baby's a girl, but we shall see! Boy or girl, it doesn't matter. What is significant, though, is that this is our last one. It's a bittersweet feeling, but in a way very exciting. It feels like Paul and I have been changing diapers and raising toddlers our entire marriage, which we love (not really the diaper part so much), but now we are heading into a new phase in our lives - well, we will be in a few years. I know I'll miss having a baby on my hip, but it's bound to happen someday sooner or later.
Right now, my mind is busy trying to find a name, trying to get the boys enrolled in school and soccer, and figuring out the best place to keep the baby for the first year or so. We decided to enroll the boys in school this year because it's something Paul really wanted for them and also it will give me time to chase after Izaac and adjust to having a new baby. Homeschooling the boys would be stressful considering the circumstances. I know how much I can handle and homeschooling two kids plus chasing a one year old plus preparing for and caring for a newborn is not on the list! At first, Joel didn't want to go, but just the other day he said he's not afraid anymore; Elijah is ecstatic about it. That makes me feel great about sending them to the little country school that's 5 minutes down the road.
I've also been de-cluttering the house (inside and out) and it feels wonderful. Paul hauled off over a thousand pounds of trash and junk this week! Talk about an eye-opener! We have also had a garage sale and have taken two substantial loads to the salvation army. Everything that stays is going into a bin with a label or neatly into a closet or onto a shelf. I still have a long way to go but what has been done so far brings a sigh of relief.
