I'm resigning myself to the fact:

...that sleeping is going to be merely a nice concept for the next year.

...that no matter how hard I try, I will not be able to resist breads and ice cream during this pregnancy.

...that some people just aren't going to keep in touch, and "busyness" is just an excuse for their lack of interest. However, rekindling old friendships is amazingly easy, and incredibly rewarding, thanks to technology.

...that sleeping in one's contacts is probably not the best idea.

...that someday I will want to write again. Also, I will have time.

...that I really should be playing my cello, and I must get off my duff and practice.

...that both candidates for president have wives that scare the living daylights out of me.

...that, no matter what, I will always crave the wrong things.

...that, in church work, there will always be some who will make it very hard for me to "be Jesus" to them. However, I must constantly remind myself that the three or four who make me cynical do not represent the body of Christ as a whole, and that most people are lovely, beautiful, and caring.


Pamelotta said...

I don't know how big Punky was, but my midwife told me that after the baby is finished "cooking" and is simply coasting until it's time for them to be delivered, fats and refined sugars, etc, go straight to them and fatten them up!

I don't know how true it is. My babies are always big. No matter what I do.

I'm just sayin'.

Speaking of old friendships, I'm about to lose internet access at my house so I'm not dropping off the face of the earth completely, I'm just not going to be able to check in as much.

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