One day about a week ago, when I was feeling particularly good, I decided to take a walk in search of my bees, wondering what plants they might be visiting now. I paid for those steps that evening and the following days. I don’t think I’ll be taking another walk anytime soon. The weather is so beautiful though and it is hard sometimes to sit when I want to walk. But I am realizing that it isn’t as hard as I thought it would be. I get excited now about things I previously took for granted such as a clean bathroom or a dusted shelf (okay, maybe I always feel a little excited about clean bathrooms.)
Yesterday a friend visited for a few hours and brought dinner with him. In anticipation of his arrival everyone worked hard to clean the house while I mostly knitted. At the end of the day we had good company, good food, and the house was still pretty clean when we went to bed last night. There was enough food left over for another night’s meal, and I am nearly finished with a big knitting project.
Jonny and I laughed the other night about our typically furious preparations for a new baby. This time around that’s not happening. The basics are just about all we can manage. We’ll try to get cleaned up, but I doubt the bedroom’s going to get painted as I had hoped. The girls’ bunkbeds probably won’t be built, and various other projects we had hoped to finish will fall to the side. I’m realizing that I am really okay with that. It will all get done eventually. Everything does not have to be “perfect” before the baby is born. Honestly, I am a little bit curious what it feels like to just have a baby in the midst of life’s chaos without that big “baby’s coming” home project checklist all scratched off. It think it will be a great act of letting go, which is always good for those of us with perfectionist tendencies. I’m thankful right now for where we are, because this is where we are supposed to be.