Oh hey there my sweet, little, neglected blog! I've been missing you! I can't say I've been relaxing these past few weeks, although I wish that were the case. Instead, just the opposite. I entered extreme nesting mode the same time my little lovebug picked up a super nasty flu. It was bad timing. He has never been sick like that ever before. We had bodily fluids from both ends for an entire week {sorry folks, no sugar-coating over here}. Let's just say we went through like 7 outfits a day between the 2 of us. My washer had no idea what hit it. To be honest, neither did I. I felt so sad for my bugs! He walked around with his sad, sick eyes and there was just nothing we could do but watch Toy Story 3 and PBS kids on the iPad over and over again. Speaking of which, anyone out there ever watched "Daniel Tiger's Neighborhood" on PBS? It's pretty cute. It's like an animated version of Mr. Roger's Neighborhood and Jude loves it. There was an episode on a while ago where all the characters were gonna go on a field trip to the crayon factory to see how crayons are made. The only problem was that Owl got sick and couldn't go! He stayed home so he would get better. Well, can I just tell you how cute it is when your sick 21 month old relates his life to Owl's? The entire week he'd just bust out these 3 words in this particular order: "Sick. Owl. Crayon" in his cute little sick voice. I die just thinking about it. How he remembered Owl was sick and made the connection to him....adorbs!
So while dealing with sick, owl, crayon, I must've picked a little something up myself. Lucky me! I was 38 weeks preggo and up all night for like 4 nights straight because of a stupid cough/cold. People, I was annoyed...my last few nights of uninterrupted sleep, were interrupted, and not by a cute baby either. Ugh. And then to make things extra fun, Jude ended up catching my cold/cough this past week, so we've been dealing with another sick owl crayon! Absolutely awful if you ask me. He was such a trooper and in all honesty, probably handled the cough better than I did! {but in my defense, he didn't have an entire tiny person in his belly that would feel like she was going to shoot out with every annoying cough}. After all of that, and I don't want to jinx myself here, but after all of that, I think we are finally on the mend! Only cost Jude an entire pound and 3 weeks to shake, but praise the Lord...I see the light at the end of this sick, sick tunnel.
And the light couldn't come soon enough because have I told you lately that I'm going to have a baby soon? Like soon...as in a week from today? It's unreal! But I finally feel ready! For so long I've just been terrified of going into labor because of the whole being down here in St. Louis by ourselves and having a toddler to worry about and a hubby who works at least 15-20 minutes from home. I've been praying that I find peace with it and that my anxiety turns to trust. Trust that everything will be fine; trust that God knows what He's doing. As we get closer to the due date, and closer to the time that our families will be here with us, my fears are slowly slipping away and I am very much ok if this baby girl of mine decides to come early. Thank you, God, for the answered prayer! My heart needed the comfort.
Tomorrow I have my 39 week appointment. At 37 weeks I was dilated 1cm and last week I was 2-2 1/2 cm dilated. Apparently she's way down there and ready to go! Still haven't had any contractions or anything, but I only felt one with Jude before my water broke, so maybe it'll be similar this time. I will be sure to let you know {because I know you won't be able to sleep at night until you know those kinds of details about my pregnancy}. Let's hope for some progress!
Until then, I'm going to get a full night of sleep while I still can!
Ps- pics to come soon! Nighty night!
