Luxury

So...Confession.

my  kiddos are all gone. our foster license is technically closed (temporarily). I have no real job. I am currently over 8 months pregnant and enjoying the perks of being a stay-at-home-wife.

We had agreed this would never be the case. That if there were no kids in the house, foster or otherwise, I would be working full-time out of the home. Yet here we are. My  husband approves. I approve. my baby belly approves. Timing when baby R left was just too...in the middle.

I have never been so....relaxed in my life. For such a lengthy period of time I should add. I have had weeks, even summers off. But normally with classes, jobs, or even big looming life events to prep for. not that having a baby isn't a big life event... but, we at the least have the advantage of knowing almost exactly what type of crazy we're getting into.....i hope.

Luxury is....
having the occasion during the week to sleep in. I was bragging to my brother.. can't you just imagine what its like to just..let your body wake you up whenever?!  that being said, occasionally baby and bladder have a say in when i actually wake, but there have been days I have stayed in solid sleep well past my usual realm. It has been glorious.

Luxury is...
Not dealing with daily things that HAVE to be done. I have a general list of things that must get done...eventually. But usually nothing that is so pressing that it takes up the emergency aspect of my daily life.

Luxury for me has been pursuing people, events, and relationships I haven't made the time for before or in a long period of time. It has been invigorating.

Luxury is not having to cook everyday. its' too hot anyways. a few times a week is all  need to do, if that. then there is eggs, sandwiches, frozen Costco fare, and leftovers. A pregnant body that demands in-and-out once in a while is fine too. And a non-picky husband.

This feels like the calm before the storm, but at least I know the storm will be worth it. The odd part is, living a more "luxurious" life than normal, has not meant that time slows down.... I started this particular post a month ago. And I have yet to finish it or the to-do list of baby prep. tick tock.