Update For a Very Neglected Blog

I figured enough was enough. I had to blog eventually or give it up for good. Problem is, I have way too much, and way too little I want to say.

Dad's passing away has been tough. That's my understatement of the year. But I figure the world doesn't need a synopsis on this aspect of my life at the moment. I will say this: Pooka wanted to watch Up yesterday and she called it the "boy, dog and Papa movie" and I broke down.

Enough of that.

We are moving on Saturday, which is consuming the whole of my life at the moment. Matthew is doing a great job getting everything ready, but there is still so much to do, I am freaking out a little. But things will turn out well in the end. They always manage to. I just hope men from the Ward show up...

And then there is Lily. Prepping for her arrival is one of the most interesting things I have ever experienced. With Ivy, I was freaking out. I read everything, watched everything, did absolutely everything I could to make sure I was prepared. And when I actually had her, the only thing that did me any good was having my mother and my sister-in-law Stacie to talk to. Without them, I think Ivy wouldn't have made it past day two.

Now, life is so busy with work, Ivy, the move, and Dad that I haven't really had time to freak out. I come home every night sore and exhausted to a house that needs more packing, and eventually I just feel like I'm about to burst. Matthew usually takes that opportunity to remind me that I'm not allowed to have Lily until Monday. After that, sure. Bring it on. Just not before.

I read today on a baby website that women who are severely stressed during pregnancy have a much higher chance of having babies with developmental problems. Then I read that women with nausea and vomiting have babies with an obvious increase in mental capabilities, ie smarter kids. Do you think it will balance itself out so Lily is normal?

I can only hope.