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'what's up' [last] weekly: TARDY!!! edition.

Okay.  This is officially a tardy post.  I tried to get around the guilt by promising to write on Saturday, but then I didn't have time to do it, and NOW I'm dealing with delinquency and broken promises.  I'm so sorry.

Well, I'm making up for it by posting a WUW post today, which feels weird, but whatever.  At least I'm doing it, right?

Okay, so let's back wayyyyy up to Friday a week ago.  I had my appointment with my midwife.  I actually took my birth plan, which was filled with lots of "IDKs" and "Maybes" and "????s."  I am so mentally not prepared for this.  'Natural or epidural?'  IDK.  'Want to use the birth ball?' Maybe.  'Want to sign the waiver to use the birth tub?'  What? Why is there a waiver?  So it really wasn't an informative birth plan, other than I tried to reiterate over and over and over, DO NOT LET UNNECESSARY OR SUPERFLUOUS PEOPLE ASK ME QUESTIONS OR BE AROUND ME EVER.  JUST LEAVE ME THE CRAP ALONE.  This is literally all I care about at this point.

Friday night after Todd got home, we all loaded into the van and drove up to Des Moines to visit my parents for the weekend.  Saturday morning, we all headed to the zoo.  Afterward, we spent the rest of the day resting, playing outside and eating eating eating.  I'll give you a whole run-down post on the weekend soon!






Sunday, we visited another church in our church planting network, Cottage Grove, which is where my sister and her husband go.  I. LOVED. IT.  It was so great.  Seriously, if you're in the Des Moines area, check it out.  After lunch, we headed home.

On Monday, the gal from the Columbia Center for Urban Agriculture stopped by the house to see if our yard was suitable for the garden I'd applied for, and when she saw it was (and found out how pregnant I am), she scheduled the install for later in the week.

Also, Atticus turned EIGHT AND A HALF!!! How is this possible?  I've been able to imagine parenting kids up through age eight, but nine is a whole different thing in my mind.  I have no idea how I have an almost-nine-year-old.




Tuesday was pretty full - a trip to the Amish and hosting Connection Group.  My mom also drove down late that night so she could help me out the next day.

On Wednesday, my mom and I drove the kids to Kansas City for an orthotropics consult.  The big kids need some kind of braces super soon, but orthodontics kind of have me a bit skittish, so I started looking into alternatives and found this guy who practices in KC.  After meeting with him and talking through the kids' needs and treatment options, I am so excited about this process!  This is going to be a really awesome fit for us, I think.

Thursday was another midwife appointment.  I really hate this stage in pregnancy where you have to go every week, and they're just like, "How do you feel," and you're like, "Super pregnant," and they're like, "That's normal," and you're like, "Yeah, that makes sense," and then they bill your insurance and tell you to come back the next week.  And to top it all off, I had all the kids with me (because who can find a weekly sitter for the middle of the day?), and I could tell the midwife was kind of annoyed by having them in the room, so it was just all around unpleasant.  Blech.

And then Friday.  GLORIOUS FRIDAY!  My friend Ana came to wrangle the kids, CCUA came with all the goodies for my new garden beds, and by lunchtime, we were in business to start growing our own foodstuffs.  Installing it was horrible.  Our grass is Bermuda grass, and our soil is clay, and our weather is hot and humid, and I am very pregnant.  It all added up to a few hours of misery.  But once it was all installed, it was clearly so worth it.  Now, I'm just praying that the poor little plants will make it.  I go out to water every day, and some of them are still looking pretty under the weather.  So we'll see.




Atticus LOVED every second of the morning.  He was killing it at ripping out the grass, moving sod clumps, and hauling soil.  He even came prepared with his own work gloves.



That tube thing is a tube composter - apparently, you just put your food scraps directly in it, and the earthworms will eat it and break it down right there in the garden.  I am not sold on it yet, as 1) it is ugly, and 2) with it being so narrow, you kind of have to put all the nasty kitchen scraps in by the millions of small handfuls, instead of just dumping the bowl like you would with a compost bin/pile/heap.  We shall see if it stays.


One of the many, many, MANY things I've loved about the CCUA program is that they provide you with everything you need to start gardening - not just beds and dirt, but seeds, plants and tools.  This sprinkler was a gift from the program, since our nozzle head is broken.  This photo was taken while the sprinkler was still in its prime; shortly thereafter, one kid rope-a-doped another kid into sitting on the oscillating sprinkler head, and it totally busted.  The hour that we owned it was really nice.


And that was our super fun, super full, super pregnant week.


3 comments :

Lissa said...

I'd love to hear more about your orthodontics thoughts sometime!

todd said...

man, we cram a lot into our weeks.

Mollie Boersma said...

Atticus has a standing job offer with Boersma Lawn Care.