...I would not make it.
Carson's eye infection/nasty cold are still in full force. I can't remember what my child looks like without liquid pouring out of every orifice of his face. And today he added a fever to the mix.
I think the worst feeling in the world is holding your miserably sick child, being unable to console him despite trying everything you can think of, fully convinced that it's your fault he's sick, and deciding that his development will be forever altered because of the traumatic illness. Maybe that's a little dramatic, but that's how I feel when I'm holding my sad, sad baby.
Thank goodness he sleeps through the night even when terribly sick. I was busy enough all during last night nursing my own sore throat and headache. And I thought my last few weeks of pregnancy would be spent resting up for the big day. Ha!
So thank you, sweet child number two of mine, for NOT following the example of your big brother and arriving 3 weeks early. Please, please give us some time to get healthy, clean our now germ-infested home, and rest up for your arrival. And maybe even give me a few more days to make some freezer meals and finish my little sewing project for you.
I am obviously in no hurry to have this baby. If you were to judge by the size of my belly, however, you may be convinced that he's either coming tomorrow or somehow the ultrasound missed his twin in there. I'm to the point where I walk past a strangers in the grocery store and can almost see the thought bubbles coming out of their heads, "Whoa; she's about to POP!!"
Rick took an impromptu maternity photo shoot of me on Sunday. In the kitchen, him telling me how to pose. I was too embarrassed to post any pictures at first, but decided to just show it off with pride.
So, there you have it, extra large baby and me at week 37. Or should I say baby and extra large me at week 37? Regardless of who's big or how big, let's just keep this little guy in me a little longer!!