It Just Gets Weirder

Yes. I'm still pregnant. (39 weeks and counting!) At least you are wondering and you haven't seen me. I think it would be really bad if people were looking at me and asking if I was still pregnant.

My Mom left today without seeing Grandbaby #4. I kind of sadly walked into her room this morning at 5 am to say goodbye. "I'm sorry the baby didn't come yet." I said. She was so gracious to reassure my heart that this was the time slot that she had, that I had no control, and that she was encouraged to see our situation at the T's, to see our house being worked on, and to see and experience the love and support of our church family. "I know you are taken care of," she said. So now I'm keeping her posted, too. And hopefully she will see the new Curtis when I visit IL in September for Kristie and Bob's wedding. (that's IF I get a plane ticket!)

Mom did also say she thought I should wean this baby off of JuicePlus so it would decide to come out! I guess he (?) just thinks he's got too sweet of a deal in there. None of my other babies had this much JP and none stayed so long in the womb. Is there a connection?

And now the newest craziness:
When we moved in with the T's they reminded us that their house was for sale. (no sign or anything; it has been on the market for 3 years plus) They had decided not to let anyone in to see the house while we were here, just because they didn't want the hassle of that for us. They assured us that nothing would probably take place with the house, "unless someone walked in with bags of money" (that's from the CPA!). Basically, it was VERY, VERY unlikely that anything would happen with the house at all.

Well, you guessed it. Someone walked through the house (we all made an exception) and made an irresistable offer. The T's will be moving. . . . relatively soon.

Work is progressing at our house. It is still a total mess, but the drywall in the kitchen is almost up. We've got several more weeks at least, and more for the kitchen to be completed. And now the T's are going to be moving. . .

Truly, this is a great thing. It has God's fingerprints all over it. He deserves the glory due Him. And we can still trust Him to take care of us. But it does feel like I'm unmoored again. That this little safe harbor we've pulled into for awhile is achurn, or starting to be.

If I was this baby, I'm not sure I'd be ready to come out, either!