The weather has cooled ever so slightly, mornings are darker when the alarm goes off at six am. I’m feeling more and more back to myself, like this old soul is waking back up after being in a weird pregnancy slump for months. September in North Carolina can still be as hot as August some years, and I know we may still see some hot days before October. Even still, I’m celebrating every little hint of cooler days and the happy change that comes over these hills at this time of year. When I was my sickest with this pregnancy, many hours and hours of many days all I could do was lay down. I couldn’t read, watch anything, knit, scroll through social media. There was just no distraction that didn’t make me nauseous. I didn’t realize how tightly wound up I was until I was forced to just SIT a whole lot and do nothing and be with my thoughts (depressed and grumpy as they were). I could listen to worship music and that would help set my sights beyond my condition (which is really a very blessed condition indeed!) Having a few months of this has slowed me down in a way I didn’t know I was needing. I’ve slept more hours in a night because I’m not staying up till the wee hours knitting and reading. The anxious needing-to-always-have-something-to-busy-my-mind-with feeling has ebbed. I’m noticing quieter things, enjoying small moments of grace that I might otherwise rush past. It’s been hard and not something I would have volunteered for (to be sick) but the forced quieting of my soul has been a gift. God is always faithful, even when we don’t love His process.
I’ve felt bad for the children while I’ve been basically out of commission, but they have found lots of entertainment in our pretty simple bare yard. 🙂 Boredom is so often the impetus for creativity! They’ve been busy climbing trees, scavenging in the garden for neglected vegetables that have grown far too big, and playing in the hammock. I hear one of them yell, “hey guys, let’s go outside and fall out of the hammock!” and the rest yell, “yeaaahhh!” That’s their game, to get in altogether and whoever is at the front catapults themselves over the edge and then they get in the back of the train again.
We checked out a book from the library called Wiggle and Waggle about two worm friends, and Phoebe has been worm hunting ever since. She’s claimed a few worms for pets, checks on them constantly, kills a few and then finds a few more. It grosses me out but I don’t want her to know that, it’s probably good she doesn’t mind getting her hands in the dirt even if bugs make me squeamish.
It’s probably early to have mums and pumpkins on the porch, but I needed something bright and cheery and a local friend of ours was giving away free pumpkins, so we loaded up on them. Hopefully they last through November, but they make me happy every time I see them, so they will have brought plenty of joy, no matter how long they last.
And a couple of evenings ago I made one of my most favorite soups (recipe here, but I omit the olives and sub black beans, and also omit the quinoa because it makes me really sick. Sometimes I add wild rice instead, sometimes I just leave it grain free and it’s just as delicious. I also add handfuls of spinach at the end, too). It’s one of my favorite meals, along with those super easy grain-free rolls which everyone in our house goes nuts over. We lit candles for the first time in a long time and the kids knew momma must be feeling better.
There are pumpkins and candles and soups and cold mornings and warm slippers and leaves falling in the grass and children playing late outside and bent over school books, and all is right with the world again. I had a checkup this morning and took the kids along and we got to see baby. Hopefully that makes it more real for them. Little one looked like he/she was sucking his/her thumb, and kept crossing his/her little legs so he/she looked pretty cozy in there, too.