Dear Diary:

Random Thoughts and Musings from the Domino House

There's just no more room in my belly. Why is this child floating so high up? He's behind my ribs and his repetative stabs in my ribcage and gut are less than cute.

There is nothing sweeter in the whole wide world than tucking my big boy in at night. We read, sing and pray. He's learning how to pray for people. He usually chooses "mamadaddy" (yes, this is one word), Addie, Pawpaw or baby. Sometimes we pray for Carebear, too.

I'm amazed at God's timing. Micah's been treating his stuffed animals like little friends lately. We have to feed them and he interacts with them and sings with them. He rocks them in Caleb's swing. We couldn't have known the perfect time to bring Micah a permanent playmate, but thank you Jesus for showing us how your timing is perfect. Micah is ready for a friend.

I fixed the vaccuum cleaner the other day. It hasn't worked well in weeks. I thought we'd have to buy a new one... Turns out it just needed a new belt. I also saved big bucks by waiting for months and months to find a cheap baby book for Caleb. Got one for $14 less than the going rate! Small things-- but as a SAHM they're part of my job and I'm happy when I'm able to get something right.

I can't sleep at night. Baby's too big. God likes to talk to me most when I wake up at 3 a.m. Is that because it's the only time my brain will slow down and listen?

I love our church. I love our pastor. I'm thrilled to be in a place of worship where they teach the Bible. Can't wait to dedicate Caleb there.

I'm ready for Caleb to be here. As full as my life is, I, oddly enough, feel like my arms are empty. Must be God preparing me. As much as I want him to be here, I don't look forward to going in to labor. I can't coast along in my naivete this time. I remember all too vividly. This is a pic of Micah the day he was born. Look at him. No, seriously. LOOK at him. And THINK about it. Now let's all bow our heads together and pray for a small second baby. Pray!

I miss my girlfriends. Get to see them all in 2 weeks.

I heard something the other day that I can't get out of my head. "It's hard to find the truth in a world of tolerance." What am I tolerating that God hates?

Micah can't say Caleb. He can say CJ though. Maybe a nickname for Caleb Jackson?

I love my husband. Man, I can't say that enough. What a guy! He allows God to work through him to provide his family with the best he can offer. So cool to be his wife.

It's good to get out random thoughts. Thanks for letting me do it. This might be the only way my foggy-pregnant brain operates for the next 7 weeks. Feel free to share your own randomness...