one more day...

I feel like I've been waiting on pins and needles for days. I guess I have in so many ways. I panicked when Davi told me she was having contractions all weekend. NO. I was sick. She couldn't have her baby early. But thankfully all those contractions aren't doing anything and everything is still a go for tomorrow. And honestly, I feel like it's Christmas Eve. Or the day before you go to Disneyland. I'm THAT excited. I have the day all planned out as far as child care (thank you Sara) so that I can take lunch to the hospital and see the newest band member. Davi is going to attempt to blog via lap top (see, not LAB TOP) but if she's unable she's given me the go ahead to post something over there. So do not fear, someone will post SOMETHING tomorrow.

Today I drove over and made breakfast for the boys. It was a celebration. I made chocolate chip pancakes and bacon and eggs. Davi had to run to the hospital to do last minute labs so I cooked for the boys.

Finn exclaimed "oh wow, blueberry pancakes!"

I replied, "maybe. What else could they be?"

he looked at me, puzzled.

I smirked with excitement, "they're chocolate chip!"

"But you're not suppose to have sweets for breakfast. I'm not going to eat mine."

Calvin quickly chimed in, "yeah, I'm not going to eat mine either."

"That's fine, but you better still eat your eggs and oranges."
I'm not easily crushed by little boys. I've learned not to take their honesty to heart.

A few minutes later Finn exclaims " I think I might eat mine."

I look over and he has flipped over the pancake so he can look at all the chocolate chips (you know, all 4 of them) and had used his fork to dig out just the chocolate chips.

It didn't take calvin much longer to figure it out. Except he smeared the chocolate on his face.

I called him Chick Hicks and he liked that. So a bit more chocolate went on his face.

The morning grew more and more lovely and soon the boys were ushered outside so that Davi and I could spend a few more sweet moments on her porch.

It all ended too soon. But boys must nap (and so must their mama's)

But not before I played ole switcheroo and made Davi some take maternity pictures of me.

So this is me, at 15 weeks, (well 15 and a half technically) anxiously awaiting whatever playmate God might bring Wheezy tomorrow.





I do feel I'm showing quicker this time, since last time I was like 22 weeks before I ever looked like this. And no, I'm not "sticking it out" in these pictures. But I was full of pancakes.


Please keep Davi and John and baby #4 in your prayers tonight and tomorrow. That everything goes smoothly and that everyone is safe and healthy.