Last week I had my first midwife visit. Sometimes I think I get pregnant just so I can see Rosie for nine months! I love my midwife.
Rosie picked up Baby’s heartbeat, at just ten weeks. So nice to know that all this throwing-up, indigestion, exhaustion, and getting fat is not just my imagination!
When I got home, my house was sparkly clean. A few weeks ago, four of my friends called me up and said they wanted to clean my house and make me a meal. They picked the day I’d be out of the house for my midwife appointment.
Isn’t that just the nicest thing EVER?!
Yeah, I thought so too. I almost cried when I walked in the door and saw that they’d done EVERYTHING on my list, plus some. Besides my dusting (whole house, including ceiling fans and woodwork), they mopped my floors, washed my dishes, folded my laundry, vacuumed my stairs, swept my front porch, and scrubbed my bathrooms. All three bathrooms!
I was sooo wishing I had bubble bath, to pour right then and there in my nice clean bathtub. It’s on my Walmart list.
Instead, I put half my kids in bed, shipped the other half outside, and sat on the couch soaking up the sunshine. I could see it, streaming in my squeaky clean windows. (My friends washed the windows and front door too!)
The dust is here again, with the never-ending laundry pile, the dirt, and the window smudges. (Which I don’t mind so much…) But every time I think about my lovely friends and their generous gift of time and elbow grease, I feel wrapped up in love all over again!