... that I have minimal desire to have more brand-new babies, but have an enormous desire to have more children? And that every time I'm around a big family (there's a family in our church with four boys under 5 years old that comes to mind) I think, please, God, let me do that too. I love the chaos of children underfoot. I love to watch siblings learn to think of one another, and to grow up a little less self-absorbed and a little more equipped to serve others because they were part of a larger (than two) family. And most people say, well that's just the draw of babies, but for me it's the opposite. The birthing and baby part is the drawBACK, the actual children are the DRAW. And if THAT'S not evidence of a calling I don't know what is, because goodness knows that way of thinking is not reflective of the culture.
... that Silas' diapers are better and he's no longer waking up at night since taking him off soy. Hooray, I guess? But no soy equals much more meat and other sources of protein, which explains why I just finished slow-cooking an entire chicken with absolutely no plan for it except to feed it to my baby throughout the week. But DUDE I'm so incredibly sick of chopping up processed meats (deli meats, I mean). I get all headachy and sodium-filled when I eat processed foods of any kind, so surely he does too. BLECH. Boiled chicken it is.
... that literally every single person in my small group - which are also my friends I see at playgroup on a quasi-regular basis during the week - except for me was out of town last week? I have been so bored I have resulted to CLEANING. Come rescue me from my life of drudgery and scrubbing baseboards! I'm seriously ready to interact with adults again.