
The further I get along in my pregnancy, the more I see my body asking for rest and relaxation. My to-do lists are checked off – the bags are packed, her room is ready, clothes and cloth diapers are washed, and our house has been rearranged and cleaned. Now it’s just a time in our lives to be patient. To breathe. To enjoy the final days of just husband and wife. To put our feet up.
I am indulging in this season (trying to remain calm and not too anxious about her arrival
). I have been reading books that I have wanted to tackle, including Twilight. We’ve watched a lot of movies from Netflix cuddled on the couch and we even went to see a 3D movie in the theater wearing funny looking glasses.
Most nights, I have opted to stay in rather than going out to do something. It’s my time to remain in my home, taking care of myself and Sprout, and enjoying my last few days of just being me. I know the next season of motherhood will be just as glorious, but the present moment is just as much as a gift.
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