The Waiting Game

Today it's official. It's the waiting game.

Passover has been taken, important trips are over, everything is prepared and ready, everyone is in town and on call... if I went into labor today I would have nothing to worry about, the weekend to look forward to and a definite undeniable reason to simply rest, rest, rest.

I mean, let's face it... the kids are restless, I'm only productive 3 hours out of any given day anyway, and he is coming in the next couple weeks anyway, so today may as well be the day.

Right, Baby? Come out and play!

Dreams...

I know dreams are a part of pregnancy. Maybe I've been so busy that I've even tricked my brain out of those crazy dreams until now. But last night was a whopper...

We had a house that was mostly glass (our same house layout. I'm thinking it was glass because we haven't bought permanent window fixtures yet). And right outside was a mountain. A big one. It was exploding like a volcano- but it had the pasta sauce I used the other night for dinner instead of lava. The kids were asleep in their beds. Anyway, finally the biggest explosion happened and it landed right over our house. Immediately came through the roof and melted the top level, starting to come through the ceiling. David and I took cover under the dining room table until I realized we had to save the kids. Off we went through waist high pasta sauce and fished the kids out of their pasta swimming pools room. Then escaping out a window to relative safety. So bizarre.

Then for nap today guess what I was pregnant with? A dinosaur. At one point (while still in my womb) it reached around and snagged my bottom with it's claws and wouldn't let go. At another point (when it was a bit more babyish and a lot less dinosaurish) it stood up, in my stomach but on my stomach, completely breech... I was able to have David feel every single toe through my overstretched skin.

Oh boy. I'm a bit worried what those things mean about his personality. I guess time will tell! :)

This is the way...

I woke up nasty. I really don't like that. It pulls down my house around me and the chaos that follows is hard to clean up.

Getting out of bed was hard, answering immediate, constant and annoying questions from pushy kids was hard, and getting through breakfast was hard. Changing Joshua's diaper was hard. Everything pulling at my patience and making my voice want to rise.

So I've been praying. Prayer is hard for me. Especially when kids are pulling on me and begging me to spend time with them instead.

My response? Explaining how Satan is fighting for my head right now. I COULD spend time with them right now, but that would do nothing to stop Satan from his foothold on my attitude. And what would that mean for our day? Sure misery.

After that and offering lots of cuddles while I pray, I had two much happier kids. I'm still teetering, but at least I have had some time to talk to God. During prayer He helped me remember the verse, "this is the way, walk in it." I love that. I really like how He doesn't squash me like a bug and say, "that was wrong! Don't do it that way!" No, it's opposite of that. It's kind, gentle, positive and encouraging. Its looking forward and redirecting an action instead of dwelling on the wrongs.

Now to let Him tell me how to walk in the way today as I do the same for my youngins. I'm off to live life more abundantly.