Last week K was out of town for the whole 5 days and I was just praying that nothing all crazy happened and that he wouldn't miss the baby being born. Now he's home for the final stretch and I can breathe a little easier and sleep a little better.
While he was away my friends kind of rocked. One friend took J-dawg one day while Cham was at school so I could run errands. all by myself. I went like 5 places in less than 2 hours. Do you know how big that is? Moms. Fist bump.
On Thursday, my friend drove from Chattanooga- you read that right- she drove from Chattanooga, because she is the best there is, to watch Jake for me, while C was at school, and I could go to my doctor's appointment. all by myself. Do you know how big that is? Huge. Moms with awesome friends: Fist bump. Same friend came over that night and helped me eat my twice baked potato casserole and finish painting and go through all of my cloth diapers. Same friend brought me flowers and ice cream and her DVD collection the week before when I had an obscene melt down while K was out of town for the week. again.
With no family in town, it can be hard to be a mom. I don't have the luxury of calling my mom or sister to help with the kids... for any occasion. I'm not complaining- I think I have gotten this mom of two thing down pretty solid. I can handle taking them everywhere. And most days, I like to. But it's not always easy. Especially with a very frequently travelin' man. And it's certainly an abundant blessing to have friends -far and really, really near- to become our family. I sure love these girls, and all my other ones, and their kiddos. They would, and have, dropped everything to help us out. And we would, and have, done the same for them. That's family. I love it.
Tomorrow is Labor Day and that means a bonus day with daddy. Plenty of time to get all of our laboring in. Wait. Do I have that backwards? Whatev. We are yard working and car seat installing
3 kids. I just got chills. I just can't wait. I haven't really had time to wonder if baby g is a boy or a girl. When people ask me I truly have to think about it. If I had to pick I guess I'd say boy? But I always say 'she' when referring to him/her. So really, I don't know. And I don't care. I just wanna meet them and call them by name. Whenever we decide on those. Sigh. Yawn. Eye Roll.
I guess I'll get back to making my 'to do before baby' list. Now that he's home, I can get K to doing the ridiculous things that I come up with. Y'all know you had one of those lists, too. You know the more pregnant you get the more ridiculous and just. banana. buckets. the list gets. Don't lie.
I thought about sharing my list but decided against it. It's that bad. Maybe later.....
Until Next Time,
The Guff
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