Today I took care of a preschool-aged boy in addition to the preschool-aged girl I usually watch. He was very polite and obedient, but there’s just something about boys that makes them ten times louder and more active than girls. I wonder if this little one growing inside me is a he or a she? Hubby and I are not planning to have an ultrasound, but part of me wishes I did know if we are having a boy or a girl so we could choose a name and start referring to “_______” instead of “Baby.”
My nanny career is coming to an end. As much as I enjoy caring for other people’s children, I know it will be even more joyous and fulfilling to care for my own. In a couple of months, I will go from a decent salary to no salary, but it will be worth it to stay home with our baby. We really don’t know where the money will come from, but we have seen God’s faithfulness to provide over and over again in the time that we have been married, and we trust Him. God continues to supply a variety of computer and audio jobs for Hubby.
I have been feeling Baby move for the past week or so. Right now, it just feels like light taps, and I usually don’t feel anything unless I’m sitting perfectly still. Baby seems to become more active after I eat a good meal.
I decided that our apartment needed a little more springtime cheer, so I planted a hyacinth, some alyssum, and some pansies in containers and brought them indoors (we don’t have a yard). I don’t really know if these usually out-of-doors flowers will survive very long inside, but we surely are enjoying them while they last. We are also fortunate to have a couple of cherry trees in full light-pink bloom right outside our living room windows. Isn’t spring lovely?