We arrived safe and sound after a very hectic weekend. Can you believe we have so much stuff that it wouldn't all fit into a 26 foot truck? What have we become? We've spent the last few days trying to unpack our load and get settled in. I think I forgot to mention that we're living with my parents. Yes, my mom and dad are so gracious, they're willing to let their house become entirely cluttered with baby gear. It feels so strange to be home after being away for almost nine years. I need to relearn the culture,the street names and the word soda instead of pop. Most of my friends from High School have moved on, so new friendships need to be formed. I'm praying that I'll quickly connect with other moms in the community. I'm longing for deep relationships in which we can share our highs and lows. It's tough being a mom and we need each other.
Sy and Ivy are adjusting well to the new environment. The most amazing thing since we arrived, is that Bug has never slept better. Prior to moving, he was still getting up 1 or 2 times a night, but the last three nights he has slept 12 hours straight!!! It must be the fresh Wisconsin air. Ahhh the sweet smell of manure. Speaking of cows, whoever came up with the expression, "Don't cry over spilled milk," must not have spent hours upon hours hooked to a breast pump. Spilling three ounces of freshly expressed breast milk gives a woman the right to have a complete meltdown.