Day 4 Overdue

It’s Saturday morning and I’ve had a wonderful warm bath and made my bed. I’m feeling quite refreshed and ready for whatever. Nothing happening on the baby front yet. There is still a lot of movement from him and I wish I could express to you all how big he feels. I can get a pretty good grasp of him even through my skin and he just feels like he’s got to be ready for 3-6 months clothes. I hope I’m exaggerating.

As my mom-in-law suggested last night, I need to get a picture of my incredible profile to put on here so those of you who don’t get to see it can get a glimpse of my glory. It’s low and lovely with a nice roundness that cannot be mistaken for anything but baby on the way.

I got up very early as usual and was actually a little happy to find Owen waking soon after. I wasn’t so tired that I needed to go back to bed and it’s nice to have company on an early Saturday.

Owen and I had leftover pizza for breakfast and talked about toys and who is mean and who is nice and what sounds we could hear and how loud we could be or how quiet. It’s good to have conversation with an almost 4 year old now and then.

Just a note about Owen. He is transforming into a four year old very quickly and I’m quite proud of him. He gets the mail for me, clears the table without being asked, dresses himself and is otherwise growing more independent. He is also a little bossy and having a little brother gives him a lot of practice. It is nice when he remembers how to speak respectfully to him and Ivan responds well to that, but not so much to “NO, IVAN!” He is a big talker and feels a strong need to instruct others which is probably a genetic trait (lots of teachers in the Kelso clan) as well as an oldest child trait. The other day, I went to get the mail and found Owen at the door as I was returning to the house, to tell me not to forget to come back in.

I’m glad for his independence and hope we can teach him to control his urge to instruct and lecture. To make it a useful tool and not an annoying one. There are few things more annoying to me than to be scolded or “taught” by a child. Children who insist on doing this, or arguing with adults in general (which Owen is prone toward) do not receive much patience from me I’m afraid. I guess because if I had spoken so loosely with my parents a firm reminder would have been placed on my backside. I have a low tolerance for it, but it is truly difficult to teach when a child is bent toward it. I’m learning to react more swiftly with Owen.

So…keep praying please. I know this baby has to come out eventually and when he does your prayers will certainly hold sway. I’m expecting all this time waiting and praying to allow me a good store of good will and grace with the Father allowing me a smooth and swift delivery. Thank you all!