I wish I was awake because of contractions, or an aching back, or restless legs, or pregnancy insomnia.
But I'm not awake for any of those reasons.
"Barney at the Beach" is playing. Both boys are awake.
One whimpered as he falling asleep that "his tummy hurt" but I didn't think much of it. After all, I had just taken him on a mommy/son date to Moo's for ice cream and he ate quite a big ice cream cone.
Until an hour ago when he woke up in a bed full of vomit.
The other one sat up and immediately said his tummy hurt too. So far he hasn't actually gotten sick yet, but considering that his tummy is much more full than the other one's, I get the feeling it is only a matter of time.
My one consolation is that they seem to have gotten it at the same time, so at least when it hits me they'll both be past it.
The beautiful thing is that 3 days from now, it will have cycled through the family and hopefully we'll have gotten it over with for the year.
JT has been amazing, as he has been this entire pregnancy. Whisking the boys off to the pool or playing with them downstairs during the times when I couldn't imagine doing anything other than laying down.
I've been fortunate in that I've never gotten any swelling at the end of pregnancy, or many of the other common discomforts. Pregnancy is relatively easy for me.
There have been a lot of milestones I wanted to get through before the baby came.
Wednesday was my baby shower at work. It was very sweet and fun.The boys love the cake made just for them.
Cosette not only survived getting hit by a car (she broke her leash to bark at the neighbor dog and ran in front of a car), she did not sustain anything more than a little road rash. She did, however, enjoy being allowed on the couch for a few days. This is how I found her the morning after it happened.
At this week's appointment, baby E was far from engaged, and there were no more cervical changes. My uterus, which was so irritable prematurely seems to have completely settled down.
Unless he comes tumbling out as a result of dehydration in about 36 hours, he doesn't seem like he has any intention of coming soon.
That the "joy of the Lord is our strength".
During labor with The Dude I recited the 23rd Psalm to myself during each contraction.
I've been going back to meditate on it lately as I prepare for labor #3.
And maybe it's been preparation for more than labor. Maybe it's been for these next few days as we struggle through illness and the end of the pregnancy, and the changes of a newborn.
The anointing always follows the valley. I truly believe that.
So here we go.