No, as the title implies I haven’t converted to Catholicism. Yesterday we got a call from our friend that the gardeners at Glen Eyrie were putting in the permanent rose bush for Lucy in the Rose Garden. In August when we had the service there it was not rose season so the gardeners couldn’t put in the bush that goes with the schematic. It’s rose season and the “good” rose is ready and in its permanent position. Fittingly for Mother’s Day (which we rebelled against by going to the Donut Mill instead of church), we got to pick up the first rose bush today and it now had a place on our back porch safe from the deer. The rose we got is named (you guessed it!) “Our Lady of Guadalupe”. Our porch will now be safe.
I’m going to transplant it to a large pot so we can take it with us if our house ever sells.
In other news, which I don’t think is really news to any of my readers, is that we’re pregnant again. We are 12 weeks along and due on Thanksgiving Day. We heard the heartbeat on Thursday. The nurse was funny and the first thing she said to me was “now don’t get nervous on me if I don’t find the heartbeat right away!” Then she ended up finding it so quickly that Tim wasn’t paying attention and didn’t hear it. It took her a bit longer to find the heartbeat a second time but it’s beating at a strong 158. I got over the nervous extreme panic after the first week I found out and I’ve been sick and tired enough that it’s been a good gauge for me. I think the hardest part is when people just jump right to us actually having the baby. Even at 12 weeks I’m still only able to take it a day at a time and not take anything for granted. We get our ultrasound June 18th which is a whole month earlier than the last pregnancy.
Hopefully I’ll start posting again more than once a week! Between sleeping non-stop, working my Arbonne business and working at Starbucks I tend to forget my connection to the blog world. We leave Thursday for my brother’s wedding in Oregon and will have a fun family-filled weekend away!