The Simple Woman's Daybook

Late, as usual. I meant to do this much earlier today, but I was too busy eating all the chocolate Rob gave me for my birthday.

FOR TODAY... January 11

Outside my window... a cold but beautifully sunny day . . . still no snow on my actual birthday, even though that was my fervent prayer all though grade school.

I am thinking: I had a great birthday today. I am blessed with great family and friends!

I am thankful for: another year of life and my husband. I realize that I was thankful for Rob last week, too, but what can I say? The guy's a real peach. He took the day off of work just to help me with the daily grind. That's the best gift a girl could get.

I am wearing: maternity khakis, a striped purple shirt, and my favorite woolly socks

I am remembering: how achy I feel when I wake up fifty gajillion times during the night. The third trimester is not kind to my hips, but I'll live.

I am going: to eat a big old slice of ice cream cake. Delish!

I am currently reading: I'm in between books, but I have a couple Barnes and Noble gift cards burning a hole in my purse, so I have a feeling that I'll have something in my hot little hands shortly.

I am hoping: that we can find Francie's music theory book before we have to pay for a new one. Because you know as soon as we buy a new one, the old one will show up somewhere obvious. Like the dining room table.

I am hearing: the dishwasher chug-chug-chugging along.

From the kitchen: There was very little from my kitchen today. I got a reprieve on all the KP duty and I ended up only making a couple of steak sandwiches for Rob and myself. I did not prepare one thing for any of the kids, and it freed up hours of my day.

Around the house: Kids are in bed and all's quiet on the northern front.

On my mind: Bun will be 2 in just a few weeks, and I still call him "the baby." If you had told me, when I was first married, that I would be pregnant three times in under four years, I would have laughed my head off and told you to SHUT UP. Hearts change, thank God.

Noticing that: even though I have been pregnant four other times, I still have the same pregnancy-related worries as I did the first time around. In fact, if anything, I have MORE.

A few plans for the rest of the week: This is a pretty typical week, but the weekend will be fun. Rob's birthday is on Saturday, so he and I are going out on a date day. We are going to pick out new phones, buy him some new pants, and then hopefully eat at a tiny little restaurant that has no room for highchairs. On Sunday, my mom is cooking us dinner, so I'll have a whole weekend of no dinner prep. The birthday gifts just keep on comin'.

One of my favorite things: these days I am feeling very sentimental about my down comforter. I just can't bear to part with it on frigid mornings.

A picture thought I am sharing:

Me, 34 years (and 29 1/2 weeks)