First of all, did you know that pecans are pink? So fancy! I spotted these pretties at Sprouts last week, and now I want some to decorate with for Thanksgiving.

We’re nearly 24 weeks into this pregnancy, and so much has transpired for our little family since learning of the baby that it’s hard for me to know where to begin.

We moved, but that probably doesn’t surprise anybody. We move a lot. But this time, there was intention. We wanted a house with space enough for a new addition, and at least one more bathroom. We’d hoped to end up in a more family-friendly neighborhood, perhaps one within walking distance to something cool. And hey, if we didn’t win the rental lottery with the place we found, then I don’t know what.

Our new house is a quirky little gem, which actually isn’t all that little. Nestled in the winding hills overlooking Downtown San Diego, it’s a spacious split-level straight from the 1960s and nearly everything is still in its original condition, including the contact paper in the cupboards. Rather special, this place.

Regardless, moving is hard. I’m particularly bad at it, in fact, which is quite funny since I do it so damn often. But this one really got to me, and I’ll spare you the details but it wasn’t pretty. We’ve been in our house nearly two months, and although we aren’t anywhere near settled, we’ve come a long way. There is even a dedicated space for the littlest one, even though there aren’t any things to put there. Yet.

We also gained a housemate in the form of one Jesse Miller, my dear ex-husband and father to Emet and Jade. He’s been here just over a month, and what I can say for certain is that there is nothing that makes those two kids happy quite like having all of us under one roof.

With less than four months until the due date, I’m finally feeling as normal as possible because let’s face it, growing a human isn’t exactly comfortable. But it is exciting! I have lots of plans for our home and for our family as we continue to prepare to welcome our newest member, and lots of thoughts that I hope to share here.

Unexpectedly expecting my third child remains an incredible lesson in surrender and acceptance. And gratitude. I am truly blessed, and even though I may struggle in this way or that, ultimately my heart is filled with joy and peace.

Plus, I’m so thrilled for the Holidays I can hardly stand it.