1. Swimming
2. Doing some wood work projects I have in mind
3. Painting some things for the kids room
4. Riding my horse
5. Eating war wonton soup at Lang's in Regina with Keith
6. Sitting with my dogs in the horse pasture
7. Taking pictures by the dug out in evening light
Sometimes being pregnant is hard. Sometimes being pregnant with a child who doesn't walk yet is even harder. And this week especially it's been hard living in a temporary home. Projects float through my mind but with no promise of when they'll be fulfilled they drift out again, until slowly they drift in less and less and I'm left sitting here twiddling my thumbs. Playing the same songs on the guitar that I'm sure Will has become sick of hearing over and over. I was depressed to realize last week that I haven't even dreamt of our future home, since we don't know when or where exactly it's going to happen. And tonight as I sit here alone, and Keith sits in Regina at Lang's (our favorite little Vietnamese place) alone with a bowl of war wonton soup, I'm feeling a little mopey and sad.
Earlier this week on our walk Will and I sat by the river for a while to watch a canoeing class.
Life is pretty good.
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