It’s almost here. Very shortly, I will become a mother of four. Four. Motherhood is in and of itself a true blessing. So how grateful am I to be blessed with the opportunity to be called “Mama” by four little people? Incredibly grateful! I’ve been told that mothering four is easier than three. If that’s true, then I know for sure that I’ll have this mommyhood x 4 in the bag.
My due date is officially a thing of the past. It came and went and nothing happened. I wasn’t expecting to deliver the baby that day, hardly any women ever do. But I was expecting to feel something. You know, a contraction or two. Or three or four. My body and I have been through this 3 times before. We know the drill. No need for a dress rehearsal, we got this. I was certain with all the nesting I nested and the cooking I cooked and the preparing I prepared, that I would have actually had the baby early. That clearly hasn’t been the case.
It’s no secret that I’ve been nesting. So much so that I’m pretty much nesting all day and into the night. Today, I had a dear friend come over for a visit. As we chatted, I sewed. Then I made chicken noodle soup. Then I… just kidding. That was it. Ha! As if that isn’t enough. All I should be doing from now until Baby arrives is rest. I just can’t help it!
I did it. I ventured into the world of freezer cooking and I’m not looking back. For a long, long time, as long as freezer cooking pins have existed on Pinterest, I’ve been dying to try it. Heck, even before Pinterest — gasp! I know, how did we ever survive? — I’ve wanted to try freezer cooking. I’m not surprised that I finally jumped into it during this crazy nesting spurt I’m going through. Without even having to think about it, I knew that cooking for a family of 6 postpartum would not make it on my “what I’d rather be doing” list. So I decided to finally grab the Ziplock bags by the box and go for it.