Last Sunday Thoughts

Today was my last day co-teaching our crazy Sunbeam class.
Just because, Bronwyn gave her first talk today in Primary.
She was loud, and I had to keep reminding her to be a little quieter while she spoke, otherwise
people's ears would hurt.
She did great overall though! :)

This will be the last Sunday, hopefully, where I sit and decompress
 for at least a good hour after church,
so that I can go down and face little children again.
I think in my next ward, I will ask not to teach a class I have a kid in.
It's one thing to have my own kids every day, all day long.
And then to go to church on Sunday and deal with my child plus 5+ more of other people's
children of the same young age.
It was challenging, and became much more fun when I got a great co-teacher.

Anyhow, my kids are sad to be moving.
Surprisingly, people in this ward know who we are
and feel sad we're moving. 
It took a while, but we finally got there.
Go us! :)

It's nice to feel that you'll be missed.

On Moving....

Moving next Thursday.

 I hate packing. 

Trying to do it while pregnant (please read this as hormonal),

 with 3 young kids to run here and there and by myself this week has helped me to hit the wall. This is not something I enjoy. 

In fact, I may hate it as much as going to the dentist to have cavities filled. 

It's kind of been a perfect storm though as well. 

Moving alone is not causing me to stress to my max. Nope. 

It's all the interruptions my day has and trying to balance trying to keep doing it all. 

It's the 17 month old who gets into everything and drags it out of the boxes that are nearly filled but not quite enough to tape shut yet. 

It's the 3.5 year old who keeps messing up the few toys I've left out and drags them all over my being packed/messy front room. 

It's trying to keep it all together, when I'm the only one doing so.

It's trying to keep it all together, when inside I'm falling apart from trying to keep it all together. Have I mentioned how much I hate moving? 

I need a moving buddy. 

Someone to hold my hand, hold the kids off, hold the boxes and the tape and the permanent marker, and tell me we got this. 

That we're almost done. 

That there are only a few boxes more, so let's push through together. 

All is not lost, all is just stressed.

I'll keep holding on if you will.

This too shall pass. ;)

And just because, here's a song about moving on that I love.

Sunday Best

Today I talked Aftyn and Bronwyn into bearing their testimonies at church. In sacrament meeting!

I asked them while we were sitting in our seats what they wanted to say. They both gave me an idea and with lots of reassurance that I would be right there to help them, we walked up to the pulpit after the current bearer spoke and Aftyn took a breath and with some hints from me and a couple reminders of what she told me she wanted to say, she finished.

It was so sweet and touching! The things she bore testimony of, that Jesus was real, that He loved her and she loved him, were so amazing to my heart because she said it all so sincerely and with a serious tone to her voice.

Bronwyn got up and was so sweet, and as Bronwyn-nie as possible, bore her testimony and said that she loved Jesus and she loved mommy. With a big proud grin on her face.

I sure love my girls. I'm grateful for their sweet spirits and testimonies. It's amazing to see how big their testimonies are at 3 and 5, almost 4 and 6. I am impressed and maybe only a little worried that I am doing my best job with them, as most mothers do worry.

And lest you think my children are perfect, they both struggled for the rest of the day with listening, being kind, and not hitting or being mean to each other. And that's a normal day around here. Because after all, they are 3 and 5, almost 4 and 6. ;)  But the one perfect moment of the day was a good thing to hold onto.

Glutened

Ever heard the term "glutened"? 

Maybe if you are a member of the elite group I belong to, the gluten sensitive club.

All last night and even up until 30 minutes ago, my stomach was killing me.

It only occurred to me while speaking to my husband on the phone that this feeling

was oddly familiar. And then I remembered.

When I first began having signs of gluten sensitivity, the lining of my stomach would

become exacerbated by gluten, feeling like the top of my stomach was on FIRE.

Not to be confused with the feeling of heartburn.

Oh no. No. This feeling is all around the top of your stomach. It burns, it aches,

it really, really hurts. Generally, it feels like you want to curl into a ball on the couch

and stay there until the horrible feeling goes away.

Yeah, thankfully I haven't felt this feeling in about 6 months or so I'd say. Maybe longer.

What's the best way to deal with it, you might ask?

My solution is: do not eat. Drink lots of water but do not add to the fire in your stomach.

Your stomach needs to reset itself and the best way to do that is with nothing added.

You're welcome.

Sleeplessness

Okay, well, it happened again so I figure I may as well document it.

When I am pregnant, and awoken in the night by something, I cannot go back to sleep.

It is horrible. It happened last night again.

I was awoken from a deep sleep around 3 am, and couldn't go back to sleep until nearly 6.

My mind was spinning with all the things I needed to do for my day, baby names,

needing to pack, anything and everything was open for conversation in my poor, overly

tired brain.  Finally, just when I was giving up on the very idea of sleep, I started to

get groggy. What the heck?!?!

I need some tips. How do I help this to stop??  It tends to get better near the end of

pregnancy when I'm so tired that I can easily slip back into sleep, but it's not usually

so bad at this point. Perhaps I should just be patient and wait it out because my tired phase will

be here in about 12 weeks and that isn't all that far off. I don't have this insomnia that often,

only about once every 2-3 weeks probably.  Anyhow, I guess I needed to document this and

also ask for any tips that anyone might have. Thanks!