So. Tomorrow Sydney turns 5. She's been in kindergarten for two weeks.
Lucy is nearly 8 weeks old and is mostly sleeping through the night (KNOCK ON WOOD).
On Sept. 9 Elijah starts preschool two days a week.
I am done being pregnant. I AM DONE. After a come-to-Jesus talk with my OB about the state of my torso at my 6 week checkup – he in no uncertain terms told me that another pregnancy would undo all the surgery I just had – I'm pretty solid on that side of the fence. My body has sung it's swan song. I am relieved. I am at peace with it. I looked down at my sweet little warm baby asleep on my chest last night and soaked it in, knowing that she completes our family.
I registered for the LA Marathon in March. I made a date with my friend/training partner to run in the early morning hours tomorrow. I am back on Team World Vision.
This is not to say that I am settled into my new life. We still have a long way to go. But I can almost smell it around the corner … the turn of events that is about to unfold. We are embarking on a new chapter. I am almost ready to take a deep breath.
It feels really good.