Last night was the 2nd night we slept at the new house and once again, I slept like a baby. Mark usually needs the air cleaner on making white noise in order to sleep, and we haven't even plugged it in here - not necessary.
And we left the bed normal height. At the apartment, we'd raised the beds for more underbed storage, but so far, we've left the bed flat and it's made a world of different in terms of me being able to get in and out of bed on my own. These are all logical things, but in terms of the intangible, I could swear that the actual bed itself feels better! I don't know how it's possible. Maybe it's feng shui or the fact that we've been plum tired by the time we hit the bed (I went to bed after my blog post last night at 2 am) but whatever it is, the house feels good. Less bathrooms than before, colder climate and it still feels amazing. There's something about living in a house, and there's something even better about this specific house. The family who left here, left it with love and maybe that counts for something.
The dogs are super funny. They are averse to walking on grass, especially in the morning, so I have to watch them to rap on the window to tell them no peeing on the climbing vine on the leg of the patio trellis. And they walk politely around the walk to my office to stay on concrete before they find a reason to go back onto grass. Minnie stays out there for just long enough to pee twice and then she runs full speed back the house. She doesn't appreciate the cold! She heads straight back to her crate to go back to sleep. Max lingers for a second before he sees that he's out there alone.
Last night Mark changed the lawn sprinklers from 8:30 to 11:30, halleluiah. We were in mid walk to my office and they came on, and I knew enough to go in to the garage and turn them off, but we hadn't figured how to set the timers to a later time so that the we, and the dogs, would have enough time to our nightly do's before the sprinkler-fest. It's cold here now, so it's not so much fun, but the first couple nights that we got to be here when the sprinkler came on when it's warm were so glorious. All the water in the air smelled like the beach. It was gorgeous seeing the spray and hearing the water fall. I think it's supposed to go back to normal LA weather next week.
The baby kicked tons again at 9pm, not related to a meal. It turns out, it's just his time of night to do his calisthenics. I love it when he kicks. It really hips me to what's coming. It makes everything worthwhile. When he kicks, I remember that I'm not just losing physical capabilities (like putting on socks and shoes alone) I remember that I'm just being a polite hostess and making sure the lil' feller is getting all the space he needs to grow. When I remember that I'm helping somebody get ready for life on earth, it all makes sense. And the patience that is coming to me about needing help doing things will help me remember when I have a little helpless baby, and later, a bossy 2 year who wants to do everything themself - why it's important to let him. Being helpless requires a lot of grace and faith. Being a baby is being in a constant state of grace. Dogs are pretty good at it too. They just trust that what they need will show up. How much more spiritual can you get?
It's good design that you get slowed down in pregnancy, because if you think your life's going to pop back to normal speed once the kid is out, you're mistaken. I better learn now how to slow down and appreciate all the little teeny good things that happen daily since that's going to be the bulk of my life later. The baby slept all night. Or, the baby held his held up. Those are going to be the big wins of next year, so this is good training for me to calm it down a bit.
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