This has absolutely no direction

This second little one isn't even here yet, and I'm finding that time is a rare and valuable thing. One that I don't spend on here much. But since I don't scrapbook, I am trying desperately to keep baby book #2, and the pages on my written journal are pretty blank, it's time to log some life.

• I'm having another baby. I'll let you know when this actually sinks in. It started to dawn on me yesterday when it was about 70 degrees and I was sucking in air and sweating like I had just run a marathon in August. 

Dear Tennessee Summer,
Please be kind to me. I don't do the swollen look well.
D

• Kaelyn is turning two next month. I inflict self-torture by looking at things like this:

Day 1

First Birthday

I have ordered invitations, bought party favors, and infused it all with as much Mickey Mouse as I could handle because someone is obsessed. Like a maniac. I hover between excited and denial that I can't figure out where the last two awesome years have gone. I loved being this baby's momma, and she's not a baby anymore! She wants to get into bed herself, brush her own teeth, and crack her own egg for breakfast. Reign it in a little for Mom, sister.

But I also love an independent girl, so you keep on keepin' on.

And then I get all excited because I realize we are unconditionally blessed enough to have her. Amazing her who has taught us more about life than life did before her. And blessed again to have another one of those to cuddle and adore in a few months.

And since Kaelyn is already obsessed with babies, I'm hoping she doesn't ask me to take little one back to the hospital (as Ben did to his mom when his brother was born. Swear.)

• We just booked our summer vacation. I cannot tell you the excitement when Lu called to tell me, a beach vacation makes me a whole new woman! Who's going to the beach at 8 months pregnant and most likely looking like a waddling walrus? ME!
• Someone asked me over the phone the other day if I looked pregnant yet. HardyHarHar. I looked pregnant 6 weeks ago. My body just decided it knew what was coming and threw itself out there. I was too tired to fight it.  
• I have been doing a lot of self-reflection and realized that I tend do what I call internalizing my joy. I know I won't make a lot of sense if I try to explain, but I have spent more time in the Scripture and in prayer than I have in a long time, and my Lord is good. So good that he doesn't give up and keeps working on me. And His grace is sufficient. I cling to this a lot.
• If any one out there has a Sonic ice machine and would let me borrow it for a while, I'd be your best friend.

luv, dw