Moments

I’m not so nice when I first wake up.  I used to be a morning person, but this baby has kicked my butt. The kids eat way too many pop tarts for breakfast and usually by the time I can drag my caboose out of bed, my room is a mess of tents and whatever else they have dragged in to play with while I half sleep half zone.  I have usually yelled at everyone by the time I actually get up and have broken up some fights by threatening not to feed them anything else if thy don’t stop fighting.  And the thing that makes me cringe the most is my sweet little Ellie screaming at the top of her lungs at her brothers in the ugly voice, and I know she learned that shrill from me. Argh! Doesn’t sound pretty from a mom and even less pretty from an almost 3 year old.  But then there are moments when I’m listening to them play and they are so nice and sweet to each other.  They come and check on baby Sweet Pea and kiss my belly. They always seem to forgive me and hug and kiss me good morning. They still want to snuggle with me even if I’m a grouch. Bless them!

And yes we do eventually eat a real breakfast. 

Any day now

I’m really ready.  I think. I know I’m ready to not be pregnant anymore.  On the flipside, it makes me a little bit sad to know this is it. I won’t ever be here again.  I’m ready to find out if this is a little girl or a little boy.  Really ready for that.  But not ready to give this baby a name no matter what it is.  Sweet Pea may stick. Who knew naming your little baby got harder each time? The clothes are ready. The car seat, bouncer and swing are scrubbed down and washed and fluffed.  I’m down to 2 pairs of pants that fit. I wore my huge Mumu to church today and it was not attractive.(PS 2 ladies came up to me and said they had no idea I was pregnant. I guess that’s what happens when you hide out in nursery.)  The baby’s hospital bag is packed. CC & E are getting tired of me telling them I’m sick every morning.  They used to ask, now they just say “I know Mom, your baby is making you sick.” Um yah.  I haven’t slept much in about 6 weeks. I’m tired. I love feeling the baby move.  I will be exited to not use the potty every hour, if not more.  I’m a little nervous about being a mother to 4 children.(can I do it? am I enough?) I’m loving how excited CC & E are to meet their little sibling. They talk to my belly multiple times a day. I will miss that. About 5 weeks. Not really “any day now”, but soon. Maybe too soon. I’m a little bit… Hmmm… not sure what I am.

I do know that most of all I’m excited to hold that new yummy smelling little bundle straight from Heaven!  It makes it all worth it! I’m grateful to be a mother!

Christmas

‘Cause I might not get to it if I don’t do it now. My favorite thing this year was the kids buying gifts for each other.  Seroiusly, made me cry. (Not that crying is new around here. I do it daily, sometimes several times!) Anyway… They were so excited to get something for each other, wrap it, put it under the tree and just kept telling each other “I have a present for you.”  Then the Christmas morning reaction… awesome! Loved it!

 

Then there was Rapunzel. Make no mistake, and don’t call her Ellie! And if by chance you forget she’ll say “You mean Rapunzel!”

I love these with the Grandpa’s!

We had a great day. We had my parents over for breakfast and Troy’s Grandpa, Dad, Cousin Wendy and his brother’s family for dinner. 

It was a great Christmas!

Picking up the slack

This guy has been doing his share  of it! I know he hates it when I get all cheesy, but I am sincerely so grateful for him right now. Sleepless nights and raging pregnancy hormones make for a crazy wife who isn’t all that fun to be around. Yet he still gives me whatever I need and has really pitched in with the kids whenever he’s around. His schedule has been crazy and he still checks on me and is so good to us! I always love him, but I truly am appreciative of who I’m married to and I am reminded again that this was the most important decision ever made and I’m glad we found each other! We’re on the home stretch for little Sweetpea. Wahoo!!!  Thanks Troy!