So I had the absolute BEST time in Disneyland this weekend. I'll post about that later when I have the time/motivation to get the pictures up. I'm so terrible at uploading and posting pictures. Anyone with me?
But anyway. If you want your husband to worship you, go out of town for awhile. He has no heater to warm his toes, no one to cook his dinners or do his dishes or hug and kiss and he doesn't even have someone to tell they look so beautiful. I know. Poor guy. ;)
SO. Lately I've had a bazillion weird cravings.
Salad. I hate salad. Now it's all I want to eat. At the grocery store today I picked up a million ingredients for yummy salad!
Ice cream. Okay ice cream is pretty good anyway but I never crave it. I'm not a huge fan. I'm more of a cookie person.
Boxed cake. Seriously, I'm debating going home and baking one. AND cookies. And buying icecream. Who is going to volunteer to let out my jeans? Or you could just buy me a new pair. Size 10, please. [heaven help me]
Hot dogs. Normally, I'd say gag me. Now I say, stuff my face with 4 at a time please. Although I would never do that in real life. That even sounds gross amidst my craving.
Disclaimer, I'm not pregnant.
But naturally, all these pregnancy-like-cravings have got me thinking.
I want to be pregnant. I want to be a mom. When I see a baby my heart just melts. I stare at babies. I want love giving baby kisses. I get butterflies when I hear baby "coo-ing" sounds. I have strong desires to ask strangers if I can hold their babies. AND... I want to have an excuse to eat all above cravings...in the same meal...twice. Uhm, hello! Lactation takes a lot of calories people!
It's not the time for us now for reasons I'm not obligated to explain to you, but I'm still so excited for that time in our lives. I can't wait to see two lines in that little box! I can't wait to see Clint hold our precious baby...or get up all night with him/her so I can sleep. Totally going to happen, right honey? I can't wait to hear our child say "mom" for the first time or "I love you" or "Jesus". I can't wait for the day where I trip over toys and to pretend to scold our 5 year old to clean up the toys [when really inside I'll be exstatic I have a healthy 5 year old to leave toys out!]. I'm excited to cut our grade school children's PB&Js into fun shapes like hearts and mickey mouses for their lunch box. I can't wait to hear their sweet voice pray. I'm excited for their first school play. I can't wait til I get to say "see that one on the end? Yeah the one picking a giant wedgie. That one's mine." I can't wait to see if they have Clint's dimples or my gigantic teeth. I'm excited to see them learn. To encourage their dreams. To help them discover their interests and talents. To support them. I can't wait to see who they become. Who they marry. I'm excited for the day when they call me, their mom, to ask for guidance. And believe it or not, I'm excited for the day when I get to step back, let them live their own lives, and be there for them as they go throughout life.
Of course, I can wait for the days when they smear poo all over their crib, learn the word no, first tell me they hate me (I hear it's bound to happen a lot), or see them struggle with anything from health to bullying. I realize it will be hard, but I choose to focus on the good. I know there will be nothing more worth my time than being a mother. To all you mothers, I applaude you for all the wonderful things you have taught your children!
Also, I'm dang excited that before the children, through the children, and after the children are on their own I have this handsome guy at my side. What can I say? I win at life.