So much has happened in the last little while, I have experienced the highest of highs and some pretty low lows. Since there is little evidence that anyone reads this blog anyway, I figure I can "share" some personal feelings. :) This is pretty much written like a journal entry and (as you all know) I am
very long-winded. You don't need to feel anything for me, just getting it out there is therapeutic, so thanks for letting me try to make sense of all these mixed up emotions.
Moving really takes it out of you. So does being pregnant. I have been completely exhausted lately and I attribute much of my emotions to that exhaustion. While moving every 3 months isn't my ideal, it the moving itself hasn't been so bad...its the lack of friendship that is really wearing on me. I feel SO isolated going from one place to the next. Don't get me wrong there are definitely nice people wherever we've gone and I have made some friends that I will probably keep in touch with, even if not very frequently. But I miss having friends I feel like I can call and say, "Hey, can I come over, we can let the kids play, we can chat..." I've been lucky to have nice places to live that aren't multiple family units, but along with that, we've pretty much been on our own. With only one car, I get stuck at home all day, except when I take the kids out for a walk. Even then, we haven't lived close enough to friends to walk to their houses. So basically, my need for time with friends has been solely found on the phone (hence 3000+ minutes in one month). I am very lucky to have such great friends and family who will talk to me. My isolation isn't as bad as it could be,
thank goodness!
Yesterday, I had an ultrasound. Everything looks good with the baby, measuring about the same as my due date ( a little big, but it
is one of
my babies). We also found out that we will be welcoming our first baby girl this summer. This filled me with many mixed emotions, best summed up with one word,
anxiety. Excitement, of course! Even though there are many people out there who think I'm not excited, I am truly excited. I have said all along that I would be happy with a girl at this point, but I wasn't dying to have one. You all know that my life's happiness wasn't dependent upon having a girl. I'll be able to do lots of fun things with my daughter that probably wouldn't happen with all boys. I really look forward to that. Excitement is part of anxiety, so it fits with my one word choice.
Another part of my anxiety stems from the change that will happen to our family. Girls are different...in too many ways to even imagine. Granted, most aren't a big deal, but as a whole its a lot of change. For instance, changing diapers will be different. I'll have to explain all the anatomy differences to my boys. We'll be forced to get all new clothes (which of course, could be fun, but $ isn't growing on any trees at our house). Speaking of which, do I keep my boy clothes for future or can I just get rid of them now and possibly be in the same predicament next time around. One other change mostly just affects me, rather than the whole family. I don't know why it matters, but for some reason it does to me. I, for my entire life, have been the "only girl" in my immediate family. That will now change and it is kind of freaking me out. I guess I don't know where I'll stand anymore or something like that. I know that is totally dumb, but my whole perception of the world has revolved around my place in the family and that place has always been the only girl. Anyhow, I have some anxiety about having a girl for all of these and other reasons.
I also have been stressed by the class I have been taking to finish my degree. For those of you who haven't heard this horrid tale, I'll explain. 5 years ago I graduated from Weber State University with a BS in Sociology. However, prior to having Bryant I suffered the loss of a miscarriage and for one reason or another it threw me into a deep depression. (I say "one reason or another" because I have had lots of friends suffer a miscarriage and none of them have been in the throws of despair like I was). Well, the semester I had my loss I was taking Sociological Statistics. I was doing really well in the class, 100% on the first test...then my baby died and with it all my ambition. I stopped going to class, I stopped going to work, I stopped functioning as much as possible without becoming a vegetable (maybe it wasn't that bad). Well, I was able to pull passing grades in most of my classes that semester and a lot of my professors showed mercy, but this one, not so much. I got like 73% on test 2 but I didn't do 5 of the 8 assignments. I clearly had an understanding of what the professor expected me to know as I got 97% on the final. However, because I had only completed 3 busy work assignments I didn't pass the class with a C or better which was needed to fill the requirement for graduation. Well, I was pretty bitter...at the professor and at myself for being a slacker. Finally after 4 years had gone by I decided to do some research to find a class to fill the requirement that I could do either online or independent study; enter BYU Psychological Statistics. Now this class was
so much harder than my class at WSU, so it really stressed me out. On February 23, 2008 I took my final exam in the class! It took me over 2 1/2 hours! My brain hurt, it was the hardest test I have ever taken in my life! But I did it...if only I could pass that class my unofficial graduation could become official.
Well, wonder of wonder, miracle of miracles I found out today that I passed the final and the class with a B grade! HOORAY!!!! I am so thrilled! So happy! So proud (the good kind)!
And finally, many of you know the many ups and downs of mothering. Well, we have undertaken the biggest roller coaster of all-potty training! Jonas was finally ready and so we have had him in underwear all week. He is doing really well which is super exciting, but of course with success there is also some room for improvement (read-accidents). I have been praying everyday that I can be a good mom and not overreact to these and so far the Lord has blessed me.
I am so thankful for the many experiences of this life, good and bad. I am learning so much about myself and about how to rely on the Lord. That doesn't mean I'm having an easy time. When I'm up, I'm really up....when I'm down, you know how it goes. I can't think of a time I've been so happy, but so morose about it. I'm one mixed up duck, but at least I'm enjoying the journey...because who know where the destination will be.