A Witch Lives Here With Her Little Monsters

Saw that sign at Barnes and Noble and it just fit.

The truth is, as most everyone knows by now, I am pregnant!!!

We couldn't be more thrilled! What a blessing! It's such wonderful news to our little family.

James is elated, Jax can't even stand thinking about it without giggling and saying, "oooh, coot baby!" And Cbear just grins and points to Mommy's belly, "Bee-bee!"

And Christy, well I have wanted more babies for a long time! So, I cannot even handle the excitement. 

We feel very literally blessed--divine abundance.

I've wanted to blog for a while, but with me, I am a "promoter" and a very verbal girl. If I am experiencing something wonderful, you're going to hear about it! If I'm having a BURST, you're going to hear about it, and if I'm having a really cruddy day, you're going to hear about it. Sometimes I wish I wasn't quite so verbal with ALL things, but it's just me. 

Darn it.

So, the idea of blogging about something other than our latest news, or talking about something other than how BLASTED sick I've been, just wasn't going to happen. So until the news went public, my fingers stayed quiet. 

And the truth is, while I am BEYOND ELATED for this little tweetie bird to be safely nested in my baby box, I have been one sick girl. OH my goodness. I don't throw up, but it feels like I'm riding the "Gravitron" 

{You know that one carnival ride that looks like a spaceship, and it spins around and around and around and around??} all day.

Yikes. I literally feel like that ALL day and night. Wow. Pardon me, while I complain for a moment. I warned you, I am incapable of "glossing over" things or faking most things. So, dead seriously, I have felt like a witch! I have hormones flooding my body {that's where the witch part comes in}--not felt like myself at all lately, I feel like I just finished running a marathon when I first wake up in the morning, and also, I'm riding the Gravitron all--day--long! Being prego with my boys, I felt this same kind of sick, but I figured out a way around the constant sickies. Not with this one. Zofran? sick. I eat? I'm sick. I don't eat? I'm sick. Morning? Sick. Afternoon? Sick. Night? Sickest. Okay, you get the idea. Complaining complete.

GRATEFUL GIRL

So, have I mentioned how excited I am to have a tweetie bird nestled safely in my body?! I AM! And I very humbly realize it could be MUCH much worse. So grateful, I AM. 

The whole point of today's post is the recognition of just how quickly one can go from being a girl who's pretty much high on life most days, 

to being a peuky, exhausted witch in less than three months. 

This is me now.

This is real.

Witches, in fact, do exist.

That's it.

I'm being a witch for Halloween.

In fact, why wait for Halloween? I'll start the whole witch thing like a month ago!
I think I might have the cackle down, been practicing my spell casting lately, and pretty sure my pregnant concoctions count as brew. 

And, at this season of my life, while I am SO in love with my sweet babies {always}

looking through the peuky, exhausted, witchy goggles I've been sporting, my sweet babies can sometimes appear as.....well......

 little monsters!

Cute little monsters!

Bless their hearts.

Couldn't have asked for better timing, right?

The countdown is on, in just 4 weeks, 

I'll be back!!!

xo

SO grateful