I even told him he could sit on the bottom step and pout like he has done other years, but he wanted nothing to do with the camera!
Little A looked cute in her new dress, which was a steal at $8 at Kid to Kid on Friday when I realized Easter was in two days and I had nothing in the way of a new dress for her. Going shopping for little girl clothes lately reminds me why I said I needed to start sewing more. But now is not the time to start sewing more. No new projects in the next two months!
Incidentally she was done with pictures after this one. She’s learning from her older brother.
C originally came upstairs wearing his black suit and black tie. I told him he should really change at least the tie so he’d look a little more like spring and less like an undertaker. He went one better and put on his new gray suit and a fine purple striped tie.
Here’s a better shot of the boys’ suits. A is trying to look taller than C here. This is from General Conference weekend when they were headed off to the priesthood session.
A and C both got new suits last month. A needed a new suit for prom at Liahona. He has a very nice gray suit from last year, but his back surgery helped him grow just enough that he outgrew the jacket. Granted, it was the “Super Slim” fit. We went with slim fit this time around to give him a little more room.
I remembered from last year that the sales at J. C. Penney’s right before Easter were a fabulous time to go suit shopping. Sure enough, they had many suits at half-price. A picked out a nice blue one this year and when I went to pay for it, the clerk said it was even better because those particular suits had just gone on clearance, plus he gave me a coupon discount. All things considered, A’s suit was $88 and change. I saved $197!
It was such a good deal that DH said we should go back and get one for C as well. They went together to a different Penney’s and bought the same suit in gray, but didn’t get quite such a good deal. I don’t know why; maybe I got the pregnant lady discount! But still, $117 for that suit is not a bad deal!
I remembered A’s old suit that was a size 14 that a friend had given us some years ago. The last time I tried the pants on D, they were way too long, but he’s been eating like crazy lately (I think he’s finally having a growth spurt!) so I had him go try on the old suit. It barely fits. Hopefully he can get a few months’ wear out of the pants rather than a few weeks’! His size 14 pants from Christmas are still too long, so at least he’ll have something to grow into.
For now, all three boys are looking very handsome at church these days!
And E . . . well, what can I say! He has decided he likes wearing ties again and at least begins church with his shirt tucked in!
I read a blog post last week that perfectly describes my life lately:
When you decide to homeschool, you’re making a super huge commitment. And this commitment? It’s going to take a lot out of you. Sometimes, it’s going to take more than you have to give. By Friday, you might be running on fumes, and on Monday, you’ve got to get up and start it all over again. Now, I love homeschooling. Don’t get me wrong.
But it isn’t easy.
Forget Friday, I think I was running on fumes by Tuesday last week. I can’t blame it all on homeschooling, though.
The dog got sick, then the toddler got sick (I’m pretty sure not from the same thing), but when the mom is 7 months pregnant (yesterday!) the last thing she wants to deal with is dog diarrhea in the house and toddler throw up. I’m so so thankful that was the one night last week Little A didn’t climb in bed with us. That would have sent me over the edge! Dealing with her bedding later on was enough; I can’t even imagine having to clean mine as well in the middle of the night.
Thankfully, DH was the one who got up with her three times during that night, even after being up super early the day before to get A to his seminary morningside on time (actually early because A’s the designated organist) and knowing he had to get up early Thursday to drive the boys to Liahona Academy.
My cello students were on spring break last week, so I didn’t have to drive down for lessons. A and C had been wanting to attend the entire day at Liahona instead of just the one class period that they go to a couple times per month, so it was a good day to do that. DH drove them down to Pleasant Grove before work and then we went back to pick them up in the afternoon. A is still working on his 40 hours of driving for his license so it was also a good opportunity to let him drive home. I had to struggle to stay awake though to keep an eye on him.
By the time we got home, it was almost time to start dinner. My day off from teaching wasn’t really a day off from anything else. Friday was more of the same, even though the boys had just a couple things to do for school. Algebra with C took several hours of my time that I hadn’t anticipated spending with him. It was just a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day for math, as many of them are turning out to be lately. I don’t think it’s spring fever as much as it is the fact that C is just wired so completely differently when it comes to math. But I don’t believe in getting bad grades in math at any level. It is just something that has to be mastered. Algebra is going to be a real challenge for this kid though.
Speaking of challenges, I don’t even know why I was checking out all the swimming pool websites in the county a week or two back, but I was and I found one single opening for level one swimming lessons and I signed E up. It sounded like a good idea, but we’ve been driving to Tooele for 10 a.m. lessons all last week and this week. 10 a.m. is normally a great time to have anything out of the house. Anything earlier is always a challenge to get to, but this is just smack in the middle of our homeschool morning.
I know two of the other kids in the class are from homeschooling families. One mom brings two siblings to the pool with her every day with their homeschool books. I just can’t see that happening with us. All we would be doing would be trying to keep Little A out of the pool herself. She loves the water. E, on the other hand, views swimming lessons as some sort of water torture. We’ve had three good days out of six so far. You can only get so far in swimming when you’re terrified of getting your head wet. I think this is the third time for him in level one lessons. I don’t know what our next step is. DH is adamant that he learns how to swim, but E is doing his best to resist.
So we’ll endure for two more days, then the next session is already filled up. That’s probably a good thing as the drive into Tooele is already getting old and sitting on those bleacher benches for 45 minutes is killing my body! And even though the boys have good intentions of working while I’m gone, they never seem to accomplish what I feel they’re capable of so the time we’re gone seems to get added to the end of our school day every day. Add to that A’s extra driving, and I feel like I’ve hardly had any extra time to just . . . be, in the last few weeks.
I seem to remember I feel this way every April. I’m just tired of all the going to and fro by this point in the school year. We have one month of Kindermusik class in Salt Lake left, and I’m preparing for my final orchestra concert of the year in 2 ½ weeks, which rehearsals are also in Salt Lake. But now that I’m past 30 weeks, I have doctor’s appointments every two weeks now (soon to be weekly) and I’m sure partly why I’m feeling so worn is just the fact that I’m seven months pregnant and not functioning at 100%!
I seem to have popped a bit more since last week! And I’ve run into one of my pet peeve comments lately: You’re so tiny! You don’t even look that far along!
I suppose I should just take that as a compliment, but I always want to point out the fact that even though yes, I am still skinny and don’t appear hugely pregnant, I still have another human being growing inside of me and squishing all of my other internal organs in some form or fashion, thank you very much!
I think the pregnancy emotions have been especially pronounced lately! I’m trying very hard to keep them in check, and not say things I’ll regret later!
And with that, I should probably go to bed.
I feel this post could use a happy picture or two, except that I’ve hardly taken a single photo this month. . . and now my computer hates me (figures!) and won’t upload anything tonight, so I’ll try again another day.
I have big plans for spring break.
I had big plans for spring break. Spring break is over! How can this be? I’ve only been trying to write this blog post for two weeks…
DH warned me that I wouldn’t get much of a break anyway; after all, I still had to be the mom to five children, and of course keep up on everything that entails. But still, I had high hopes.
I was so happy to see that I had scheduled not one, but two weeks off, with my symphony concert right in the middle. Apparently I’ve learned from previous years that a week off in the midst of concert prep is a grand idea, and then I still need another week off to recover. I thought I could get my practicing out of the way every morning, leaving the rest of the day free for whatever, but alas, I was still practicing at 9:00 every night that week. It beats 11 p.m., but still.
I didn’t count on flirting with a head cold all week. Luckily it was never quite full-blown, but just enough to wear me down. If moms should not be able to get sick, then for sure pregnant moms should never ever get sick.
Then I had to go into Salt Lake every day that week at least once! Monday was a fluke. I’d gone to the doctor the Friday before and before I could be seen, he had to leave to go deliver a baby. The nurse asked if I’d like to see the midwife in the office. I said that would be fine. Three minutes later she came back saying apologetically, “She just had to go deliver a baby, too!”
It wasn’t a big deal to me as my appointments are only about six minutes long anyway at this point. We measure me, listen to the heartbeat, and the doctor asks if we have any questions. Nope, no questions this week. It’s not like we haven’t done this five times already!
So we made our next appointment for three weeks out, but when we got home the doctor’s office called and said he didn’t want to wait three weeks to see me and could I come back on Monday at 2:00. Sure. What’s another 40-minute drive into St. Mark’s? This appointment took a whole 9 minutes. My doctor is keeping a good eye on me since I’ve had one preemie and we don’t care to repeat that experience! I’ve gained my requisite pound per week, but I am measuring one week behind at this point, and there’s always my “advanced maternal age!” So at least I know he’s looking out for me. And DH and I ran a bunch of errands since we were in Salt Lake again. So there went that afternoon.
That first week of spring break for homeschool was not spring break for anybody else. A had Stansbury High classes two days and Liahona classes online four days. They were both off the second week of our break, but then I still had to take E to Kindermusik classes both weeks because they’re not on spring break until next week, and I still had to teach all my cello students because their spring break isn’t until April!
Originally DH was going to take some days off this week so I could not have to be the parent and spend some quality alone time, but somehow those plans went awry, at least until Wednesday afternoon when he finally got into the doctor for a sinus infection he’s had since about January and was sent home with antibiotics and told to take the next two days off.
Thursday, of course, was my cello day, so having him stay at home really didn’t help me out. But then E and Little A decided spending a day with Daddy beat out on driving to Grandma and Poppa’s house so they, and the dog, stayed home. I’m not sure Daddy got much rest, but it actually was a bit of a break for me not to have to worry about them. And I got to go to the temple with the boys and Grandma and Poppa since I didn’t have little ones to look after.
Today in church the boys got to hear about all their friends’ trips to St. George, and Moab, and Idaho. Maybe one year we’ll get it together enough, or schedules will align enough, to allow us to actually go on a trip of our own. Although right now we’ve got A’s hospital bills we’re trying to pay down anyway. But maybe some year!
A road trip also didn’t sound appealing for this pregnant body at this point in time, but even so I have spent a ridiculous amount of time in the car lately–for my own commitments, and trying to get in those 40 hours of driving time with my teenager! Which hasn’t been good for my stress level, I might add. We’ve ventured into Salt Lake City, on the freeway, on lots of backroads, and in the pouring rain. That was an experience: pouring rain while on the freeway and encountering two major slowdowns for wrecks along the way. But we’re all still alive and unscathed! Let’s hope it continues.
As it was, they got quite a bit of free time and probably too many electronics this week and I don’t think any of us are really ready to get back to school. But I was able to carve out enough time with my own thoughts and computer to get our last quarter of school a little more organized. Our first quarter went great and then the next four months kind of went by in a blur (thank you, morning sickness) and we kind of muddled along, and here it is almost April and we’re counting down the last ten weeks. And if this baby comes early (which is highly possible) there are still certain things that need to be finished for the older three before they’re free for the summer. It’s now on paper and we’re committed to it.
Somewhere along the way with my organizing, I got a little distracted–you know how it is, you start researching something and that leads to something else and then you find a great blog on homeschooling high school which leads to more ideas, and pretty soon you have 26 tabs open on your computer and overflowing ideas on your child’s senior year (which is not next year!)
What I should have been doing more of is getting caught up on blog posts. Like I said, I had big plans. . . most of which did not happen. I prioritized school planning and mostly got that accomplished. I didn’t do much else for myself, but our symphony concert went well. My practicing paid off. Our conductor said De Falla’s Three Cornered Hat Suite was as challenging as Stravinsky’s Rite of Spring last spring, just in different ways, but I remember the stress of that concert, and this year was much better.
So we’ll be back at it in the morning. Some routine back in our days will be nice for a change.
Photo from our temple trip on Thursday.
I began blogging!
I missed the actual date (I knew there was a reason I was supposed to open up wordpress yesterday!) but that seems to be typical of my life.
It’s just hard to take the time to put my thoughts into words lately. I’ve noticed a lot of other blogs I used to read have either stopped altogether, or posts are few and far between, so I don’t think it’s just my problem. It’s sometimes so much quicker and easier to post a few short words on facebook, or a photo on instagram (although I hardly do either of those very often) plus my children are getting older. We don’t seem to do a lot of cutesy projects that I feel compelled to photograph and blog about anymore, and I don’t want to overshare my teenagers’ lives. There’s an element of privacy that I’d like to maintain as they get older and have their own stories to tell.
Plus as they get older, they get busier! and I struggle just to keep up with all their comings and goings. There’s not a lot of free time in my life right now!
But here’s one of the very first pictures I shared on the blog. It could almost be a picture of E and Little A. They are so little!
And today, I kid you not, I was online researching pre-calculus options for the child on the left who only has two years of high school left! Where has the time gone?!
In honor of ten years of blogging, here are ten quick updates on us (that we’ll use to catch up on the month of February in blogging, ok?):
- I was reading through some of my very first posts. Apparently we had mice. Guess what? We have mice again, in this house today. My traps are not working. It’s time for plan B. Whatever that is.
- A is finally serious about getting his driver’s license. 36 more hours of parent/child driving practice to go. Thank goodness for all the country roads in this county. Some day we’ll be ready to join traffic out on the highway. Not the freeway, but maybe the highway. I can only say I am so glad we’re not doing this in downtown Salt Lake City.
- Speaking of SLC, I’m back at orchestra rehearsal. Our conductor keeps our rehearsals to 2.5 hours rather than three, but my back is still killing me by the end of it. I hope I make it through our March concert, and I may rethink my plans to play in April, although I really really want to play Brahms.
- Last Saturday we had the opportunity to hear Gail Halvorsen, “The Candy Bomber,” speak at the Riverton family history center. He’s one of our heroes, and he’s 96, so who knows if that was our one and only chance to hear him. C brought his copy of the Candy Bomber book so he could get an autograph.
- C also got the kilt to wear with the bagpipe band he is practicing with. Words cannot express his excitement! Performances are coming up beginning in May.
- The baby is kicking me quite a bit stronger now. Little A actually got to feel him when she put her hands on my stomach this morning. Then she put my hand on her tummy, so I could feel the baby inside of her!
- I really wanted to put a garden in this spring, but at the prime planting time, I’ll be 8 months pregnant and I’m just not sure how that’s going to work out! But that will be just about when A is finished with his “no bending, lifting, or twisting” restrictions from back surgery, so maybe I can put all the boys to work for me. Of course A’s lost a lot of muscle tone plus weight, which he can’t really afford to lose. Walking home a half mile from a high school activity Saturday night so exhausted him. He’s counting down the days until he can really start exercising again.
- I had planned to put hearts all over the kids’ doors for Valentine’s Day, but after cutting out five, I was tired of the idea, so I wrote much smaller and gave them all a short note with reasons I love them and left chocolates outside their bedroom doors for a surprise when they woke up. They were surprised, and I was surprised I remembered in time. In time being 11 p.m. on February 13.
- Valentine’s Day usually goes right by me as DH’s birthday is the 15th and we generally celebrate all things that day instead. So he was extra surprised to get a heart letter from me on Valentine’s as well.
- Speaking of birthdays, DH turned 50! Or as we calculated it, “You’ll be 68 when this next child leaves for college!” (More on this in a separate blog post.)
Thanks for reading and commenting all these many years; here’s to ten more!
The world’s largest family history gathering and don’t they look so thrilled to be here! D was incredibly tired as he and C had gone snowshoeing with their Young Men’s leaders in the morning before meeting us at Rootstech, but otherwise we were excited to be there this year.
I have participated in some way in every year of Rootstech, except for 2014 when Little A was a two-week-old baby. I think that was the year they first had Family Discovery Day on the closing Saturday, but it was geared more towards youth groups. I like the new emphasis on coming as a family instead, and I’ve brought the three older boys every year since. Those Saturday sessions are all streamed online, but there’s just something about being there in the Salt Palace with thousands of other families and genealogy enthusiasts that is just the boost we need.
A and I went early to check out the expo hall, but it was so huge and there were so many people that we didn’t spend a whole lot of time there. We did find and say hi to two friends who were working at various booths. My step counter app still says I walked nearly a mile and a half that day, and that was with DH dropping us off and picking us up right at the door. I’m sure other years when I’ve attended all three days, I’ve walked much farther, but just that one afternoon has worn out this pregnant lady. I’m still recovering, three days later!
We watched all of the morning keynote speakers online at home Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, but it was nice to come in person Saturday afternoon. We really enjoyed President and Sister Nelson speak, along with Sheri Dew, Vai Sikahema, and Reno Mahe. There were some amazing stories and tender feelings shared. All of their sessions are now online at lds.org. We need to rewatch Pres. Nelson’s as C and D missed it (and I’m pretty sure I took a short nap towards the end!) We also enjoyed Hank Smith’s presentation (the boys know him from Liahona’s Youth Conference every fall) and they are now huge fans of Jason Hewlett, a local comedian, who was the emcee for the closing event with two a cappella groups from BYU. They especially loved his “Daddy Dinosaur” routine. We laughed lots!
I don’t have any great notes to share; it was just so wonderful to listen to talks about families from a gospel perspective and to have reaffirmed the great importance of searching out our family members both here, and that have gone before us. And there was cake! There was a big emphasis on food and family this year.
Ancestry had this cool map with stickers that you could place where your ancestors came from. In retrospect they probably shouldn’t have been standing right in front of the map, but just picture New England and Western Europe completely covered in little ancestry stickers. Even the blown-up Europe off to the side of C’s head was pretty full. Many people came from Britain! So we added another sticker to Norway and Newfoundland (which only had one other!)
Now I need to take some time and check out the regular Rootstech classes that were streamed every day and are now online.
What better time than February to do a “reading goals for the year” post? I hardly read anything in January anyway.
I remember years when I had such big goals for reading books: a book a week, or the 888 challenge. Those were the days. I think it was baby #5 that kind of killed that. Now that I look back, 2014 was the last year I actually kept track of books read, and I finished 26, so not bad. Most of them were with the boys though, either for school or our book club. Somewhere along the way I forgot how to read for myself.
2015 was terrible as that was the year we dejunked, moved half our life into storage, remodelled and sold the little downtown house, and moved. Last year my big goal was to read The Iliad and The Odyssey with A and C, and I am so thrilled that we did it! It was a huge accomplishment for all three of us. I then spent the rest of the year reading fluff!
Actually, I’ve gotten into a series by Charles Todd (a mother/son duo) about Scotland Yard Inspector Ian Rutledge in the years following WWI. I’ve enjoyed many of them, but the writing is uneven. Some will be fabulous, then the next few are quite tedious to get through. I finished up the last five or so in November and December when I didn’t feel like doing much of anything else, and the mysteries seem to be getting more complex and enjoyable. A new one comes out this summer, so I’ll see if the trend continues. They write another series about Bess Crawford, a nurse during WWI, but the last few have been so outrageously unbelievable that I don’t think I’ll continue to read those. I think that sums up my reading for 2016 besides our book club books (which are hit and miss sometimes. I should do a post about my favorites sometime)
Now that I’ve come out of the fog of morning sickness, I’ve felt a growing desire to do more with my brain, plus a growing stack of books next to my bed, so I figured why not try a list again this year. It’s a goal to work towards even if the titles are somewhat random.
- The War That Saved My Life–We read this for book club in January, which then got cancelled because of illness. It was interesting but just ok. I didn’t love it, despite the rave reviews. I’m still wondering why if they were evacuating children from London at the beginning of WWII, these two were sent to Kent, which puts them even closer to the coastline and the Germans. If you want to read about evacuees, I’d highly recommend The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe instead.
- The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind–I just finished this today for book club and it was excellent!
- The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn–We finished listening to this last week. It started out as a read aloud, but I finally gave up as it was so tedious trying to wrap my mouth around Mark Twain’s dialogue with all the different accents spelled out. We listened to Elijah Wood read it instead, and it was thoroughly enjoyable. I don’t think I’ve ever read all the way through the unabridged novel before.
- The Freedom Factor—A and C read this over Christmas and I finally finished it last week. It’s about a young senator’s aide who gets thrown into an alternate USA where the Constitution was never ratified. It was entertaining, and some of the issues of liberty and freedoms and government’s role are the very same ones we’re considering today. I had to laugh though when he had to go to his upstairs neighbor to borrow an encyclopedia. (It was written in 1987.) I take google for granted these days.
Those are the ones I’ve read so far. Here’s what is on my bedside stack.
- Women in the New Testament–-a new Christmas book
- Remember–-a book from last Christmas that I still haven’t gotten to
- Miracle at Philadelphia–A, C, and I are all reading it this month for history
- The Well-Educated Mind–I’ve read it before, but this new edition has a new section on science books, plus the whole book is always great motivation for why (and how) a mother should read.
- Our Lost Constitution–by Senator Mike Lee
- Teaching from Rest–-for homeschool inspiration
- The Story of Science–There’s a read-along challenge on the 52 books in 52 weeks blog for this starting next month I think.
- The History of the Ancient World–I meant to start this at the beginning of the school year, but better late than never, I suppose. I have a schedule figured out (with note taking and timeline writing) so I can finish it and move on to the History of the Medieval World next fall when D and E start medieval history.
- Symphony for the City of the Dead–about Dmitri Shostakovich and the Siege of Leningrad (which I am highly fascinated by)
- Fahrenheit 451 (with the boys)
- The Boys in the Boat (our next book on tape)(on phone actually; everything’s digital these days)
- Murder on the Orient Express (book club in March)
- Lincoln’s Grave Robbers (book club in April)
- How to Win Friends and Influence People (DH’s suggestion for the boys)(and me)
I still need to pick a few books for A’s literature this year (we’ve been doing short stories), and then in the fall we’re going to do some classic British Literature together that is yet to be decided. I’m looking forward to it.
What are you reading this year?
Or I’d have 17 months to go. Some days this pregnancy feels that slow moving, but look at me: I’m on the downhill slide! For a while there, I thought I’d never make it to the halfway point, which true to form, was finally when I started feeling more like myself again instead of death warmed over.
I still have a tenuous relationship with food though, but I’m feeling a little more adventurous. I even had applesauce tonight! Fruits and veggies, at least raw ones, are on my no-no list, as they were in my last two pregnancies. And can I just say that is the most depressing thing ever!! I’m dying for a nice juicy piece of . . . something, but I’m still afraid of what it will make me feel like. I hate eating the wrong thing for lunch, and well, there goes Tuesday, because I will spend the rest of the day sitting on the couch or my bed feeling like crud and not wanting to do anything.
I’m more adventurous at dinner because I can usually sleep through anything so if I feel sick, I can just go to bed. I know if I eat fruit first and follow it up with lots of protein and potatoes (I can’t get enough potatoes!) I’ll usually come out okay. It’s kind of awful that this is a time in life when I can really eat as much of anything as I want, but it has to go down and stay down, and nothing really tastes that good to me. I just want to eat!
At least it is staying down and I haven’t lost weight. I remember at 20 weeks with my first pregnancy, I had only gained a pound. Actually that was a net gain. I had gained eight pounds, after first losing seven from throwing up so much. With C, I couldn’t seem to gain enough weight no matter what. I had only gained one pound by 20 weeks with no weight loss attached. My doctor told me I could eat anything, anything at all. So a friend brought me all of her leftover Halloween candy to help out. I don’t know that it did.
Then with D, I had gained 12 pounds by the midpoint. Of course then he came 7 weeks early, but even at 4lbs. 4 oz., he was larger than we were expecting. Thankfully, the last two pregnancies and this one are more normal. I gain about 3 pounds every 4 weeks, which for me is just perfect.
That was a lot of typing about food. . . what can I say, the major thought in my brain every morning is: What can I find to eat today???
Everything else is progressing fine, really normal and boring, just like we want it, due to my “advanced maternal age.” One or the other of us makes an “old” joke almost every doctor’s appointment. I do have to get my blood sucked out every month because a weird antibody showed up in my initial blood screen. It’s a rare one that could cross over into baby’s bloodstream and cause problems if baby had the associated antigen, but then last month the screen came back negative, so I only have to test once more for that, and hopefully it will remain negative. I have no idea why I even had that antibody, but it was measuring at the lowest possible level anyway, so it wasn’t really a worry.
I have 19 weeks give or take; I’ve only hit my due date once and while we’re hoping to not have a repeat 33-weeker, this kid could very well come early. I’m feeling so much better than I have since October. As my doctor says, it’s the second trimester so this is really as good as it gets, so I’m trying to appreciate it before the soreness and fatigue start setting in in about six more weeks. I’ve been feeling baby move for about 4 weeks already and I’m already having Braxton-Hicks contractions. Those are fun! But normal for me. Morning sickness quits, contractions start.
I’ll admit having morning sickness while homeschooling has been a real challenge that I haven’t dealt with before except for a few weeks in May (with both E and Little A) as we were winding down the school year when it didn’t really matter. School has been kind of hit or miss the past three months with morning sickness plus surgery and recovery for A, then the holidays, but we have a decent routine going at the moment and are hanging on awaiting the return of warmer weather, or at least days when we can go outside without the air hurting our faces!
And hopefully the next four months will go by faster than the previous three, and soon we’ll have a new baby!