Today has been one of those days that seems touched by magic.
The weather has been gorgeous, with a full day of sunshine and weather warm enough that we were able to get outside without winter coats. There’s a subtle scent of new growth on the breeze, and the sound of happy kids playing up and down the street.
I managed to drag myself out to the back yard with Em and Nate for a while, and it was great fun. I kept myself from overdoing it too much, but still managed to have a walk around with the babes for a few minutes. Mostly, though, I just sat on a log in the sunshine and watched the rugrats play. They were so excited to be outside again in decent weather. They frolicked around like they were convicts finally released from a long prison term.
Now I’m sitting inside, waiting for bedtime to come, and being thankful for the fact that I had enough energy to make it outside and not feel incredibly ill afterwards.
The real test of my strength starts tomorrow. Dave absolutely MUST return to the office for the next few days, and I’ll be home alone with the kids. I’ll be breaking all the rules by not being bed-rested, but there are really very few options when you live hundreds of miles from family and have no friends close by.
Life is great, though, overall…and I’ve got just 22 or so more weeks of pregnancy and illness to deal with before we have a new sweet baby and I can start recovering and move on with life.