Today

Is a day that seemed awfully normal. We woke up at the lake, grazed on some mini donuts and cereal bars. Cleaned up the camper while daddy slept in. I cleaned, the kids watched Cars. When Erik got up he helped me finish up loading everything so we could head home to spend some time with his family and celebrate Father's Day. I gave Erik his card from me. I have an obsession with the cards that play music when you open them up. My card for him was a naughty couple (G Rated) on the front and when you opened it up the song was bomp..bomp..chica..chica..oh yeah...SO FUNNY! Anthony did a fantastic job shopping for him with Grandma Eileen...all dedicated to the MN Twins or golf. He knows his father very well.

Once we got home Erik mowed the lawn, I did laundry. He took a well deserved nap and I showered. Once he was up he took Alex to go pick out a DQ cake to bring over to his dad. We pulled in to his parents driveway and I could feel myself tear up. The boys run around back to greet Papa who is already grilling, I walk inside and my mother-in-law asks me,"How are you today?" I can feel the tears come, my face get hot, and realize there is no way of stopping. I begin to sob. Yep, seemed like a totally normal day until we pulled into their driveway. Then the world felt like it was ending. Not sure what made the switch but my hormones are in full gear. WOWZER! She knows how to handle me like a fine tuned fiddle. Once I had my ten minutes of tears and was able to vent how I am tired of being pregnant, I am not getting any sleep, my boys are driving me nuts fighting, how am I am going to handle another? She fed me full of sweets, ice cream cake, and a whole can of Coca-Cola.

I am now content...so today I should be raving about how good of a father my husband is. I should be talking about how I am so grateful for him and how kind he is. How he makes me laugh almost everyday and how I had such a great time with him and the boys at the lake this weekend. Which I did wholeheartedly. But instead all I can do is pray I go two hours apart tonight without having to pee. That when I sit down to go I hear a full stream instead of a tinkle. That when I wake up it doesn't say Midnight, 2 o'clock, 3:30, 4:46, 5:53....that it will be 6 am like the good old days. I remember being in the hospital and so happy that I didn't have to pee every hour. I can't wait to wear pants without elastic. To not hear myself heavy breathing after having to bend down to put my underwear on.

I had said all this to Erik this weekend. What he said next touched me. He said that I will do the same thing with this baby that I did with the others. As soon as she arrives I will start telling them how much I loved carrying them and I miss it. Never even realized I did that. He then recited the stories that I tell both boys verbatim. He told me they are some of his favorite. Now I am crying again. I am one hot mess  of a pregnant chic. 3 weeks and 2 days to go...please pray for us.