Making EZ laugh. He's an easy crowd.
I haven't blogged in a while, because oh, friends. I've got tons on my mind.
Like the fact that we are moving back to the States and all that it entails. From remembering how to drive in America (e.g., red lights are no longer optional) to becoming homeowners once again (e.g., yard work). On any given night for the past several months, Bruce and I have been scanning
www.har.com like hawks. We are straight up obsessed.
Like the fact that I am running a half marathon in two weeks and have yet to run anything past nine miles at this point. Nor can I finish a long run without hobbling the whole rest of that day or sans an ice pack at hand every couple of hours. I am stressing over the fact that I may be doing permanent and irrevocable damage to my knees. I should stop. I shouldn't do it. But of course I will. Curse my pride and high pain tolerance.
Like the fact that EZ has to have a three-hour surgery in a month to remove a blockage in his ureter. He and I will be in the hospital for three days and it's a two-week recovery. I am worried what kind of baby he will be after that, because so far, he has been the very best, happiest and well-rested baby ever. Will I be able to hold him without hurting his incision site those first few days? How will I nurse him? Will he even want to eat? But apparently the doctors say his weight and size offer a best case scenario at this age. At his three-month checkup he was 15 1/2 pounds and 25 inches, so I suppose his chub is good for something else besides giving me hernias.
So anyway. Lots on my mind. Lots of prayers being offered up over here. But not just for help. Mostly, they are full of gratitude, because let's face it. I have an eternal list of things to be grateful for. Life is really,
really good.
