Word Goals and Homeless Babies

Baby #3 is due on October 25. I have deduced that if I write 3500-4000 words a week, I will finish my first draft before he is born. So that is my new goal.

This week I wrote 4156 words, and technically I have two more nights to write more. So I feel pretty good about the goal.

This last month was so incredibly busy, between vacationing to visit family, a trip to Disneyland, and church and motherly responsibilities. But now that I am in my third trimester we are officially home bound for the rest of the year. We aren't even traveling anywhere for the holidays (did that once before with a newborn--not willing to repeat that mistake!).

We also put an offer in on a house that was accepted by the seller (woohoo!) but it is a short sale so now we have to wait for approval from the bank (booooooo!). So it looks like unless there is a major miracle, we will be having our third nursery-less baby. Yep, that's right. So far every single one of our newborns has had no room to sleep in.

• Superboy: slept in dining alcove in our one-bedroom apartment until he was three weeks old, when we moved to a two-bedroom apartment. (This is the aforementioned child we flew across the country to visit family at Christmas when he was only six weeks old. Night-mare.)
  
• Tinkie: slept in the place of our dining room table in the main room of said two-bedroom apartment until she was 14 days old, when we moved across the country from Florida to Arizona. She then proceeded to sleep in 7 more places (hotel rooms, grandma and grandpa's house, more hotel rooms) until finally she got her own room at about four weeks old.
• X-Man: will probably be sleeping in the office of our current three-bedroom rental, where he will at least have a door.

Yeah, we sure bring in our babies right.

Happy 4th of July!

It's a good one here in my bubble of life. We are hanging out at my parents' house in Colorado. The weather is great and it's nice to see GRASS everywhere (you really get to appreciate grass when you live in Arizona). Superboy and Tinkie love playing with my parents' golden retriever Ripplee. They also love all the toys, books, and activities that my mother keeps on hand for their visits. We enjoy getting our Wii fix, since we don't have a Wii at our house. (Yes, you heard right, people. WE DON'T HAVE A WII AND MY LIFE IS STILL AWESOME.) Dr. Luv's sister lives close by, so we get to spend time with her family, too. Tinkie keeps saying, "I wan' cousins!" whenever they aren't here.

But the best part of our trip is that my parents have FOOD. I've been eating, eating, eating to my pregnant belly's content. And when I'm stuffed, I still eat because it's fun and hey, I'm doing my mom a favor by eating all the food before it spoils, right? My parents eat a pretty strict organic diet, so I know the food is healthy. And my mom also makes sure Superboy has all the food he needs despite his food allergies. It's so nice to have a break from worrying about what to make for him!!! I mean, seriously NICE--I feel like a weight has been lifted off my back. It's hard to explain unless you have food allergies in your own family, then you understand.

So I'm going to head back upstairs and have a snack. Chocolate-covered toffee, maybe? Okay, so maybe it's not ALL healthy. But it's still freaking delicious! Then tonight it's off to a local festival and fireworks galore!

Happy Independence Day, people! I love America!