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My best to you
Haven't posted in a while so I thought I'd post something really really good.
Bindel kiddo #3 is on the way. We had no clue at all. I was supposed to get a colonoscopy this morning. They do blood work before those kinds of things so the doctor came in and said we couldn't do it today. I started to get mad because I thought he was going to say something about his schedule wouldn't allow it (all I was thinking about was how hungry, thirsty and cleaned out I was in preparation). He shared the good news and I was shocked. He had a nurse go get Marc and had Marc sit down before he told him.
Marc's still in shock but good shock. Our house is plenty big. I think Georgia and Sarah Jane will love sharing a room. The only thing is it will most likely be a football season baby. But hey, we're in Wichita Falls with all of our family. We couldn't be in a better place for a welcomed surprise.
By the way, my girls are huge and so cute. I need to post a picture.
I was thinking today about how I would describe the way I've been feeling. The title sums it up.
I feel like a dog on a leash. Like a dog with an amazing master who provides everything yet I'm trying to run the other direction. My master loves me enough to not let go of the leash and keep walking forward though I'm trying my hardest to run into traffic.
There are major things going on in the Bindel house. We're buying a house, Stroller Strides has it's Grand Opening this week, it's football season and I'm trying to raise two girls as a football widow. Why on earth do I think I can do this without prayer?