It's official...

I've tried several times over the last month to sit and blog, but inevitably I just feel stupid and uninspired. I've written a blog about the annoyances of owning a car here, and why I still put up with it, but didn't post it. I started one on Bible Study, but it just didn't seem to go anywhere. I do plan on getting back to those entries and finishing them, I just... need the inspiration I suppose.
So, until those are complete, I will officially announce online that Fisher baby #3 is on its way. Yes, I'm probably around 10 weeks pregnant. Now, I would love to be one of those people who doesn't mention it until they're past the scary 1st trimester, but I get so sick there is no hiding it! I have been sleeping crazy amounts of time, and feeling sick for pretty much the rest of the time. My house is a disgusting mess, and my children are being - for lack of a better word - neglected. Not really, of course, it just feels that way when they say "Mommy, can we do ______?" And I reply with a "Not now honey, Mommy isn't feeling well again." My husband and I are both mostly concerned with my inability to wake up in time to get the kiddos off to school in the morning.
Yes, life on the island is difficult. Yes, it is even more difficult when your car is giving you problems. Yes, it is even MORE difficult when you are sick ALL THE TIME. My husband reminded me yesterday that there are only 3 weeks until grandma and grandpa come, and then I will be going home with them. The bad part? 3 weeks seems like a long time, I don't think even with that interminable waiting period I will even be able to get my house half way presentable let alone ready for a full on visit, and I've been having nightmares about moving home. Nigthmares I tell you! It's ridiculous! I am so excited to move home and can not wait, so why is my subconcious freaking out about it? I can't even tell you what most of them are about, and it's important for you to understand that I have nightmares on a frequent and regular basis. The few that made any sense usually ended up being about clothing. Come on, I mean, am I really that vain??? I understand that I have been severely fashion deprived for the last 18 months, but having nightmares about clothing seems so shallow to me. I'm sure there's probably a deeper meaning, like my unease with moving back home where people are so stinking wealthy and they don't even know it and we won't have anything but debt, debt, and more debt as we try to also prepare to bring a baby into the world, but seriously, it's all going to work out, so it shouldn't be giving me nightmares!
Maybe it's all related to the hormones. I BLAME THE HORMONES. That's got to be the root of the problems... my lethargy, my nausea, my nightmares, and whatever else goes wrong.
Hmmm....
In other news, one of the new families coming in January sent my girls little presents in the mail! This was SO exciting and fun, and a week later it's still all they can talk about. "Mom, have you seen my magic wand?" (a ball point pen with feathers and a star) "Will you read me my new book again?" (fairies! oh how exciting to little girls) "Mom, can we make my BLUE Kool-Aid?" followed by a sharp whistle from a pumpkin straw that well... you know the type... they whistle! I think these fun little presents may have preserved my sanity this month.
Also, my brother went into the Missionary Training Center last week. He will be serving a religious mission in San Diego, California. We won't be seeing him for more than 3 years by the time his mission is complete and we are back home. This really hit me the day before he left, so I called to wish him well... and bawled the entire time. I am SO proud of him, and grateful for his decision to serve the Lord. I am excited to hear all about his trials and triumphs and general adventures as he shares the gospel with others. I love you, bud!
So, at least that's some kind of an update, and it's all ready time to go make lunch for the kids. Until next time...
Happy Halloween!!!