Things are good--all said in a lot of words

I think that I have something post worthy to write about today. Today marks day five of no Zofran. Of course, it's not even lunchtime but I don't intend to take any today so I think we can count today. Since I have averaged two pills a day for the last eight weeks or more, it's pretty wonderful that I am not taking medicine now. I am not free from nausea, but I'm getting there.

This pregnancy has been interesting to me so far. I'm not sure how to explain that but I feel different. I am usually super depressed during this morning sickness part. I had prayed for a year that I would not get sick this time around but I pretty much knew I would. And, while I haven't had that particular prayer answered, I have felt that I've been blessed with a large dose of peace and endurance. I'm not saying I haven't had the occasional breakdown of cussing, "I can't do this any longer!"

But let me tell you, along with the praying to not get sick, I have also prayed for the last year that this pregnancy would be different for me--more joyous, peaceful, and just better in general. And I think it will be that way. I'm hopeful at least.

I will confess, coming from a family of eleven children, the idea of only having three or four kids seemed so tiny to me. But now, I look at my three beautiful boys and think, "Perhaps four is enough." Who knows? Only time will tell. The idea of repeating this again isn't high on my list of desires. I do however, have a heart full of gratitude for the children I am able to have. I really, really love having these little guys in my home.

This post is getting long but I have a few more updates to write about.

The little guys: Will gave his first talk in church on Sunday and we both (the parentals) missed it. I was home with sick kids and Mike was too late. The first counselor tried to help Will with his talk but he told her, "I can do it" and then he gave his talk on his own. While helping him with his talk, I asked him what story he wanted to share and why. He chose the story of Jesus raising Lazarus from the dead and his reason was because he liked creepy things like mummies and zombies and he liked that Lazarus came back from the dead. I added that it was a great example of how Jesus loved his friends and wanted to serve them. I guess he brought down the house with his mummies and zombies comment. I'm not sure if it was appropriate for Primary but I wanted him to have a part in writing his talk. That boy cracks me up.

The boys are taking Kung Fu and loving it. Isaac is the biggest surprise of all. He is just living it up and really excelling in my opinion. I'm very proud of him.

The boys are super excited about the baby and they get online every week and look at the pregnancy calendar so they can see what the baby looks like that week. Eli is a little confused though. He thinks that if I open my mouth he can see the baby. Ha, Ha. I love how their little minds work.

Mike is doing well. He was super stressed about his PT test but he did an awesome job and is so relieved not to have to repeat it for another year. He is writing a short story right now and hopes to get it published.

When I married Mike I really lucked out. He is such a good husband. He has been waking up early every day to shower and then he makes me toast and brings me a drink. Then he goes and makes breakfast and helps get us all ready for the day. He has been washing dishes, doing laundry, giving back massages, and just taking care of all of us. I am so thankful for him. This morning was the first morning in probably a month or longer that I made breakfast instead of him. He has been going into work an hour later than normal each morning and this morning he was able to go in at a more normal time. I know he is a little relieved to be getting back to normal and to have me pulling more of my weight around the house now. But that man, he never complains and I really, really love him.

So, things are good and that's our big 'ol long update.