In this month-long hiatus from blogging, I have missed writing very much. But it’s with grateful hearts that we have lived the last few weeks under careful guard of our minds and bodies. It has been a very private season for us, but a very good season of life. We’re growing together as a family in new ways that I can only begin to understand.
You see, in February we found out that we are pregnant again! We waste no time around here. It’s just that we got so abundantly blessed the first time around with Poppy that we figure, hey why not? Let’s give this world another amazing human being! And so in October, little Boots Wadenpfuhl will be making her/his debut. Jacob and I are not the guessing or predicting type, so we think it’s baby with two eyes, two hands, one head. No idea if it’s a boy or girl. I feel much more protective of this pregnancy and I’m not sure why. I wasn’t even that excited to tell people. It was like a secret I wanted to keep, which is so unlike me. I don’t know how much I will or won’t blog about this go around of pregnancy. Maybe a lot, maybe a little. Right now, I am really guarding how much I say about it. Maybe I wish I had done that with Poppy’s, and so I am making up for it a bit.
One thing I’ll never not tell you is all about being sick! My all-day-sickness is really rough with this pregnancy and am about to enter the second trimester with no end in sight. With Poppy, my sickness lasted into the late teens weeks, and I am anticipating the same here. So that’s one of my big reasons for not writing here much. All I can think about is puking and getting through each day without losing my mind. The bright spots are few, and I am grateful. Poppy keeps me awake and on my feet. She has no time for this silly sickness nonsense. And I don’t want to miss a second of her toddler life, so I drag myself along, hoping to soak up every last ounce of our final days as The Lone Ranger and Tonto. Pretty soon our dynamic duo will be a trio! I can’t believe it!
In March, we found out that Jacob is losing his job. We are faced with the care of a baby-in-the-belly and a toddler-in-the-world without health care or a salary. The job hunt is on, though it goes slowly and without much promise. We are holding onto a lot of faith. And we know like the sparrows, we will have everything we need when we need it.
And now it’s April and spring is finally here to stay. My tulips are popping up. I am eager to get outside and plant more loveliness. Poppy brings us her shoes every chance she gets and says “Out! Out!” She is quite the spunky little girl-child we always knew she’d be. She gets into everything and never sits still for more than a second. If she’s not tearing through the yard, she is dancing. If she is not climbing up and down the stairs, she is opening all of the kitchen cupboards and making herself a snack of brown rice and old croutons. It is truly a whirlwind to be in her presence.
So that’s where we’ve been. A good season of life, but a quiet one. Carrying our family through difficult storms. It’s not fun, but it is the sort of time that make me better. All hardships are only for a short while, right? Nothing lasts forever. And so I write again to give you a small peek into my head. Because some things in life do have to be shared. Some don’t, but some do. And I’ve missed the partnership of writer and reader. It is sort of really nice, so I hope you’ll continue coming back to Crunchy Cursive as I open myself to write more. Not everything, but some things. Amen?
