The morning begins with our dog, Nola, licking my face to tell me that it’s time to get ready for our morning walk. After showering (not sure why I did that before the walk since it’s already eighty degrees and humid when we hit the streets), Nola and I begin our early morning exploration of South Evanston. A year ago, we were living in what we had termed the “good enough apartment”, anxiously counting down to August when we would finally close on our first house. Now, here I am strolling through my neighborhood with my overly loved dog (aka spoiled).
This house seems to have started a chain reaction for us, forcing us to become full-fledged adults (or as close and we are ever going to get). We started with learning home improvement (and reinforcing our need to call in the experts), added a dog to the mix (shameless plug – adopt from a shelter! We adopted from PAWS in Evanston), and now Baby P is on his way after years of trying to make the Peterson duo a Peterson trio. Today, I add sacrificing for my child (cue overly dramatic Jen here) to the list as I forgo breakfast in order to take a three hour glucose test at my doctor’s office. I realize that this is not a huge sacrifice, but I am hungry and a super sugary drink is just not going to fill the breakfast void.
Really, I am happy to take the test and skip breakfast in order to make sure Baby P and I are healthy. With how long it has taken us to get here, and the hurdles along the way, I’m embracing every step of this pregnancy. I want to etch each and every moment, good and bad, in my brain. Plus, I promised myself Chick-fil-a afterwards!
In one of my favorite movies “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off”, he says, “Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.” I’m looking around as much as I possibly can.
About the author: Jen Peterson explores new places and shares her finds through the blog Bright-Yellow. Baby P is due at the end of October.