every captive thought

After 4 days of the flu today was the first day that I felt even a little bit like being anywhere but in bed...curled up in the fetal position begging the Lord for mercy.  So I sat outside with the boys and Brad and watched them work on their "projects".  Brad was working on my car and the boys were "helping" him and/or collecting rocks. I really feel like pregnant women should be immune from illness.  But I have to say, Brad did a brilliant job of taking care of the boys, me, and the house while I've been sick.  He even vacuumed UNDER the couch.  I've never even done that.  I'm hoping that tomorrow I will feel better and we can start to get back to normal around here.

After my glowing report of how fabulous I am feeling during this pregnancy...it makes perfect sense that I would wake up with the flu today.  After a quick visit with Dr. Meeks to confirm, I ran to the grocery store to get stuff to make chicken noodle soup and pick up my prescription.  The cashier at the grocery store said, "You're pregnant and you already have your hands full! (motioning to the boys with a look of disdain on her face) I'm so sorry!" WHAT!?!?!?!  Oh no you didn't!  I was horrified.  I replied, "My hands are full of my precious children and I am thankful!"  What the heck?  Who says something so awful?  Rude rude rude.  I should have sneezed on her. My sweet Mom came and took the boys to play at her house and I am going to bed.  I hope tamiflu works fast.

I'm 30 weeks pregnant today!  10 weeks to go.  James and Jude both came 3 weeks early so maybe I only have 7 weeks to go...but I'm in no hurry to kick her out...yet.  I'm sure that will change sooner rather than later.  I've found that with James, my pregnancy was the longest 9 months of my life.  I couldn't wait to hold him.  I did not like being pregnant.  By 30 weeks I was miserable and so ready to not be pregnant anymore.  I was filled with anxiety about if James would be perfect or not.  I just wanted to be holding him and know that everything was ok.  With Jude, that was the second longest 9 months of my life.  Because really...having just one baby is not that hard.  It seems like it at the time, but really, in retrospect, it was a cake walk.  I was just excited to meet Jude, get him out, and get on with life with two little boys.  And again, I was miserable.  With my boys, I was not a good pregnant person.  I didn't feel good, I was tired, cranky, and hun

James LOVES Thomas the Tank Engine.  And by "loves", I mean "is obsessed with".  So when my sister found out that Thomas was going to be in her area, Brad and I knew we wanted to take him.  He knew we were going to see Aunt Care Care but didn't know that we were going to see Thomas.  We told him that morning and he was so excited!  As we were walking to the train station he kept kissing my hand.  Brad and I were every bit as excited to see his response as he was to see Thomas.  We are SO thrilled we went.  The event was awesome and so much fun for James.  It was not too big so James didn't get too worn out but big enough to keep his attention for several hours.  Here are our pictures from the weekend...there are a lot.  We left town Friday morning.  We had planned to leave early but needed to take Jude in to see Dr. Honey before we left town.  I'm glad we did.  He ended up needing to be on a 2nd round of antibiotics.  Once we were on the road, the t

It was a long day but I finally got us all packed and ready to load up and leave town in the morning.  Mom took Jamesie to the discovery center today so I could pack.  Apparently there is an owl exhibit (owls are my least favorite animal ever) and James has not stopped talking about it.  From what I gather, they were dead, stuffed, real owls.  There was one owl in particular that has really been a hot topic of conversation though.  James said, "There was this mean owl who was standing on a bunny that was asleep!"  James has been mortified at the rudeness of it all.  I don't want to tell him that Mr. Bunny was not sleeping... I have enjoyed two days of the boys getting along beautifully and actually wanting to play together!  I pray this nice little trend continues. Jude must be feeling a little better because he is getting his appetite back and is starting to be cheerful more than cranky.     It's about darn time. Pending a few little health issues with Jude, we