And we might as well not leave out Little Sister. At 34 weeks I feel like I'm peaking. Full-fledged swollen feet, the occasional kick that literally takes my breath away, that pressure on my joints and rib cage, that urgent need to pee every time I shift positions, and the sheer difficulty of keeping up with three small children and all their needs, messes, activities and volume ... when all I really want to do is curl up on the couch, watch "Sense and Sensibility," look at baby things on Etsy, and for heaven's sake find this child a dresser to keep her clothes in!!
All I can say is, thank goodness vacation is right around the corner.
In fact, a lot of things are just around the corner. It's exciting, and keeps us busy. And just a little scary that it's all going to go by so fast and the next time I blink I'll be holding a newborn. I've always wanted a summer baby, but clearly I wasn't think about family vacations, weddings, showers, and all the extra house guests that warmer months bring.
So unfortunately, I've got a major case of the grumps. I guess you could say the good news is at least I'm aware. And I so much want to rectify it. I so want these last few weeks of pregnancy and last few weeks of mothering my precious three to be joy-filled and peaceful, it's been my prayer for the past few days and I'm hopeful we'll turn the corner soon.
|33 weeks. Sadly, I've completely lost track and only know this because my calendar is sitting right in front of me.|
Also, occurring this week - a tornado warning. I corralled the kids in the basement and we danced until Twitter informed me all was clear.
|Their "house". It's amazing what they can accomplish in the amount of time it takes me to switch out a load of laundry.|
We did make it to the park. And, if nothing else, the weather was perfect. While our lunch started out a bit rocky, I decided to segue into cards/gifts and that soon lightened the mood. I had turned the boys' painted artwork into tie "bookmarks" and then taped them on to a dress-shirt card. But the best part was what the boys "wrote" to their daddy on the inside. Well, I wrote. They spoke and I transcribed.
You're strong like a coyote. You're a good uncle to my friends Aviel and Gabe. Thank you for taking me to the beach. I like your "moving high-fives" when you put me to bed.
I love you!
I like it when we wrestle and play in the leaf piles. I like to be waterboarded. You have big muscles like me and big teeth, too. I love you!
We were laughing so hard I'm sure the people around us thought that the world's best Father's Day was going down right at our little picnic table. And just for clarification, when Jon puts the boys to bed and gets them a drink of water, Jack likes to lay on the floor and have Jon pour it in his mouth. It's their new thing. So no, we do not waterboard our children. Although I have been trying to think of a way to get them to tell the truth ...
One truth we know to be certain, Daddy is certainly as strong as a coyote and truly does have big muscles. He's also the best Daddy we could ask for and we're so incredibly thankful he's ours. Especially weeks when Mama is particularly grumpy and half-wishing she had asked the midwife to put her on modified bedrest at the last appointment. Just kidding. Maybe. To quote my middle child, "Are we going to the beach yet??"