I'm blessed to still be pregnant. Don't get me wrong, I'd love to have this baby in my arms. I welcome her whenever she decides to come! I think I was anxious to get each baby out until I had a preemie the 3rd time around, at which point I switched gears and have been so thankful for every day that this baby stays in the womb.
However, I'm blessed that everything is still going well. I had another appointment with the midwife last week, and everything is looking great. I had a night last week where I didn't get much sleep. Hard contractions started waking me up every 10-20 minutes, you know, making sleep difficult. I finally just got up and started doing all the things I had meant to get done before the baby came, just in case she was coming. I did a couple loads of laundry and watched some shows on hulu. By 6am, I thought the contractions had slowed to the point to allow for some sleep, so I headed back to bed.
I was blessed that Knut, my knight in shining armor, had the day off (Saturday), and let me sleep until I woke up at 9am. However, by mid afternoon, I had a raging headache. I took 2 Tylenol and took a nap. I was worried that would insure no sleep that evening, but I actually got the best night of sleep I've had in weeks that night. I was so blessed by that!
That day after the bad night, I called the midwife to let her know what was up. It was so neat to just have her cell phone and vent to her all my frustrations on how my body always seems gears up for birth this way, and how exhausting and confusing it is. The memory of my last birth (where I had contractions every 10 minutes for 2 weeks) was my worry, as I remember how exhausting that was. She was so kind, and reminded me to call her anytime, even if it's just to cry. I'm so blessed by her.
Anyone have any guesses to when this little one will arrive? I should set up a pool for guesses or something. My bet is for this Wednesday for 2 reasons...neither of which is very scientific. First, the date is 12-12-12, which I think would be a pretty cool birthday. Second, I am at 38 weeks this week. I have had babies at 36, 37, 39, and 40 weeks (not that order). I'm missing a 38 weeker.
I guess we'll see.
I'm blessed that Knut has really been stepping up taking care of me. I know he could easily say that "You're full term, so let's get this show on the road" and have me on my feet all the time. But, no. He sees that being on my feet hurts after not too long. He absolutely hates seeing me uncomfortable, so he's been telling me to go and sit quite often. Our discussed goal at this point isn't to encourage the baby to come, or discourage the baby from coming, but just keep me as comfortable as possible. He's really been stepping it up, and with the newly fallen snow, I know he's anxious to get out skiing, but he hasn't really brought it up yet.
...never mind. He just brought it up as I was typing this on Sunday. :) He wonders if I'm comfortable with him leaving a few hours to go out skiing. Totally called it.
I'm blessed with how good Elias has been lately. He's slowly transitioning from the toddler stage to the preschool stage. As a parent, I really struggle with the toddler age, and I absolutely adore the preschool stage. He's been talking so much more, and starting to help out with the big kid chores more. He's really thriving in the big brother role for Solveig, and it melts my heart to see them "talk" to each other all the time. She'll often lean on him as they're looking at a book, and he'll have his arm around her and sometimes strokes her hair. Seriously, it's the cutest thing ever.
(Sorry for the poor picture quality in these 2 pictures. Also, Solveig insisted on wearing a winter hat for this picture. Don't ask me why, but she's very opinionated on this sort of thing.)
It's not all smooth sailing. Our church nursery is for ages 6 mos-3 years old. Now that he's 4, we have been keeping him in church, which he does very well with most of the time. We had to tell him this last week when he asked to go to the nursery that he was now "too big" to be in there. Promptly after the service ended, he lead me back by hand to pick up Solveig in there, and he walked right in, put his hand over his head to show me that it his head did not, in fact, touch the ceiling. He said, "See Mom? I'm not too big! I still fit!"
He cracks me up.
I've also been blessed with some amazing gifts, and it's not even Christmas yet! Friends have let me know that they're thinking of me in these last days of pregnancy, from a meal from one person, some crocheted baby things from another friend, and some amazing sewn things from another friend. I feel overwhelmed with love. Homemade stuff rocks. So do surprises, and most of all: friendship.
I know it was a pretty random post. It's just a small collection of what's been making me smile. How has God blessed you lately? What has been making you smile?