It's been nonstop the last few weeks, and mostly in good ways. I could skip the checkups in Hartford, but I'm doing my best to be Compliant Patient No. 1 so that no questions are asked. Lots of good days with friends in the sun, which has balanced out the hectic, hurried pace lately.
On top of meetings, playdates, appointments and deadlines, there are birthdays to think of and Holy Week to plan for. All the busy is an opportunity for prayer--a chance to surrender and fulfill all of the obligations cheerfully--I'm learning how, anyway, if I'm not doing it yet perfectly . . . I do love that the good Lord has given us seasons--some lean and some fat--to remind us where our gaze should always rest.
On the not-so-reflective side, this pregnancy's nesting has manifest in a new way (besides the gardening and knitting): baking. I was worried at first that I might be competing, desperately trying to be some kind of Martha Stewart, but that's not on the radar. The kind of baking I do is not exacting, perfect or even beautiful. My pretzels have been pretty and my banana bread delicious, but I'm not baking for a contest. I'm baking for people, and the urge lately has been overwhelming.
Is it because I know I won't have the freedom to do much once the heat and the baby are here? Is it because I love carbs? Could be. A big part of it simply seems to be that I see a need that can be filled with baking, and that feels great. Plus: who doesn't love playing with dough once in a while?
I'm not planning much specialty baking for Easter, aside from a bunny cake and a birthday cake for Holy Thursday. Christmas is the baking holiday (while Easter is for candy). Just everyday baking for now, and it's helping the time to pass a little more pleasantly.
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