I wasn't really all that busy over most of the weekend, but I'm still a lazy blogger.
I was looking back over the last few years to see what I'd written other Thanksgivings and found this post with a long list of things I'm thankful for. I'm still thankful for all those things, but this year the list is much shorter- only one thing, and that's to have my husband back to normal after almost two years of nerve and back pain.
I'm thankful for the baby too, but a little nervous too (we've been a family of 4 for almost 3/4ths of our marriage; it will be very different to change that). But there is nothing but joy in having my husband back. I'd forgotten what normal could be like.
I'm sure things will be fine with the baby and soon it will seem odd that we only had 2 children for 7 years, but going to 3 seems odd from this end. And the gap is so huge. Someone referred to this baby as a caboose baby recently. I suppose he is. One of the books I read recently said that every child in the family has a different mother (When All the World Was Young, maybe? it was one of the memoirs) and I imagine that will really be true for this little boy.
He's still nameless. The name we both like just doesn't work in the US though, especially in the state we're living in right now.