Rainy Days and Mondays Always Perk Me Up

Okay, they don’t always perk me up, but they were good today. Rain is something long missed and refreshing. Tomorrow promises even more of it and the temperature is below 85 and holding. Wonderful!!!

I didn’t tackle nearly as much of my kitchen that I had intended to. I opted instead for a trip to the mall to walk myself into labor. I didn’t actually go into labor…I probably wouldn’t be typing about the rain if I had. I did have a lot of contractions (Braxton-Hicks) that night though and feel that progress was made.

I’m hoping to call Kris home from work today and go ahead and have a baby. Of course I know that sounds rushed and impatient but I promise it’s not. It’s just what I’m praying for. I’m content today. I woke up in a lot of pain…apparently I slept on my right side for far too long and when I woke up I could barely move. Usually I wake up every 1 or 2 hours and shift things around a bit, but somehow last night I got comfortable and stayed in one position for almost 4 hours. Ouch! The sleep was very nice though. After getting up and moving around, taking a shower and getting some comfy clean clothes on, I feel much, much better. The boys have been playing upstairs with few outbursts which is nice and I’m just excited. I’m excited that today could be the day, or tomorrow or the next day. I’m excited that God is full of surprises and I like surprises. I’m excited that the weather is much more comfortable for laboring than it was last week and I’m excited that I’m a little more ready each day, than I was the day before.

So…I did finish my vacuuming and dusting and my living room looks even better than when I was done with it on Friday because Kris did some work behind the credenza and cleaned up a bunch of wires that were looking all tangled and cluttered. It’s one of those things that wasn’t obviously bothering me, but when it was all cleaned I felt refreshed. I love that.

The boys have been doing well with the playroom, only getting out three sets of toys at a time and getting excited with me when it’s time to pick it all up at bedtime. Owen really likes organization and Ivan loves to be affirmed when he helps. Throw a toy in the bag and cheer! Wonder where he gets that?

I do need to get started on my kitchen. It’s really not that bad but it is one of those never ending jobs because of the continual use it gets…even when I’m not cooking. I need some sort of disposable system just for when Ivan eats. He can be so particular about the way he eats, or how things are done but is amazingly messy with his eating. I am amazed at how long it takes to clean him up each time, there is almost always food in every exposed area of skin and I have to change his clothes after most meals. I think it’s his exuberance for food. He doesn’t just hold it to his mouth and take a bite, he feels it, squeezes it, presses it to his face until he finds his mouth and tries each piece of the food before devouring it. He finds ways to spread it around the table and feel it’s texture up to his elbows. He’s a food artist…that’s what it is, he’s a culinary performer and I get to see his first works. What a joy. Owen just spills things, but somehow manages to keep himself clean most of the time.

So…keep praying…this baby’s got to get here sometime.