So even though saying "I'm pregnant" should cover all range of ridiculous things I do and say and think and well, everything....I still feel silly even sharing this latest. But my sons were so unbelievably cute, here it goes.
It all started sometime in the morning, as I thought about each individual room in my house and could only think of 2 that qualified as clean. Then I looked in the office (not one of the clean rooms I might add) and saw the monumental pile of work that I have let accumulate. To the point that it will now take me around 8 hours of staring at the computer to get caught up:) Remind me to thank Jared later for making me his bookkeeper. Then Noah showed up with a dirty diaper that you'd have to smell in order to appreciate why I looked like death had just landed on my doorstep. The kind that scream from a distance "Yep, I'm gonna need a bath after this."
So this is all in the morning and I'm thinking to myself, what have I let happen to my little life I'm responsible for? The day goes on, Noah goes to bed for one of his blissful 3 hour naps (I know, I am extremely lucky and should shout praises everyday) and then the wam bam of all hideousness occurred: I stepped on the scale. I've been avoiding it for some time now, I mean, what kind of self-respecting 7 month pregnant woman torments herself by getting on the scale everyday? Well, apparently I do...because that's exactly what I did and I felt myself slipping into one of those emotions that only occurs when you are pregnant and completely insane. So I did the only natural thing that the time required, I broke down into tears:) (Please this is not a pity post you don't need to say anything about my weight) At this point, Noah woke up and I couldn't stop crying so I went in and got him with the ugly crying face and all.
And this is where, the blog should really begin. After Noah's naps (like all of them, every day) he is very mad, completely irrational and needs to be held for about 15-20 minutes. Today he stopped his normally selfish behavior and looked at his psychotic mother. And for the next half hour ran his little fingers down my face saying, "Don't cry mommy, I'm sorry, feel better, I'm sorry, don't cry...."over and over. Kissing my face, making sure that he was always touching me on the arm, shoulder, giving me a hug. It was the most tender display of love that it made me cry even more which brought Preston out of his TV coma and upstairs to where we were. Preston saw what was going on and immediately disappeared, which I could only assume meant that he was trying to find medication for his pregnant, crazy mom. But about 2 minutes later he brought me a picture of himself and me holding hands and said, "I made this help you feel better." I have amazing children. And they have a completely mental mother. I feel so blessed to have these little people in my life. Sometimes motherhood is not rewarding (like gaining weight when your pregnant, really... after all that we go through would it be too much to ask to lose weight when we're pregnant as some kind of heavenly reward) but sometimes motherhood can be the most rewarding job on earth. I love my kids.
