Notta

Nothing is happening this weekend. What I felt the other night for 3 hours was a false alarm. Practice. Preparation. Braxton hicks??? Whatever it was and that I keep experiencing is for me to learn patience. So, I don't think this baby without a name is coming this weekend. Darn.

Patience. A virtue that has long left my life. Come back patience! Today we had Stake Conference at 2pm. To be honest, I was hoping to be sitting in a hospital bed than on a reasonably hard yet comfortable bench in the Provo Tabernacle. At 2pm. Right smack dab in the middle of our children's naptime. They were fed previously but Jocelyn claimed, out loud, that she was huuuuungry. The only thing I really gleaned from the 2 hour experience was that Tim Slover, a very good playwright, is one of the high councilmen. And that Dr. Staehli, from BYU, was released from the same position. And I also learned that if you are locked under stubble left from an earthquake with an infant that you can feed it your own blood to keep it alive. ? Who knew? Needless to say, the kids were pretty awful. Makes us wonder why we even try to go and if they are feeling the spirit at all or just finding more reason to "hate" church.

While I've had to "wait" for this baby to come I've done a lot of things on my Nesting list. Our house is the cleanest it's ever been all at once. The living room is picked up and dusted. The rocking chair waiting for a baby to be rocked in. My bedroom is re-organized and all set up complete with porta-crib, changing table, baby monitor, diapers, burp cloths, etc; the bathroom organized and cleaned; the kitchen nearly spotless save the fridge. I finally hung up the winter coats instead of staying in the pile on the floor hidden behind a door; I made two canvas bags for Tyler's chess pieces; organized the books on the living room bookshelves; hung mirrors; re-foiled stove units; packed the hospital bag. Ran errands all week long trying to walk as much as possible. Just waiting. I can't call anyone in my family without immediately saying, "No, I'm not in the hospital" right away so they don't get too excited.

This babe keeps dropping lower and lower each morning. She can't get much lower without crowning. I keep hoping contractions will become more regular and stronger but to no avail. My mom keeps warning me that it's okay to let her "bake" all the way. In Europe, and other countries, their due dates are at 41 or 42 weeks, after all. I think I was spoiled with having Jocelyn 12 days early.

The kids are acting out. I should have expected it. They know something is going to change. They can sense I am focused on the baby. They are excited for the baby to come but I don't think they realize how much it will change all of our lives in small ways. How sleep deprived I will be. How quiet we'll have to be. How much attention she'll demand and take away from them. None of us are ready for that yet.