Bad Blogger

   I'm so bad at this. You'd think that I'd just use it as a journal and be able to keep up with all the cute kid stories, happenings, etc. Nope, not me.

    We are almost to the kid's birthdays. All of them. Gracie on April 4th, Philip on April 2nd, and Miss Hope who should make her appearance sometime after April 4th. I can't believe that Grace will be eight and Philip will be four. Time is flying and my babies are growing up so fast.

    I've hit the bad part of pregnancy. I'm old. I'm tired. And I'm just to the point where I want to meet and hold this baby. I do want her to hang on until she's term, but I just don't seem to remember being this ready when I was pregnant with Philip. I'm not as big as I was last time so you'd think I'd be more comfortable and able to handle it, but apparently not. I'm just pooped.

    But then I think about all the families I've read about who have sick children or whose children have passed away. I think about my friend who is battling lung cancer and has three children under the age of five. I think about all the folks who would love to have a baby, either through birth or adoption, and are still waiting. Who am I to complain?

     She is also my last baby. I should revel and treasure every moment. But I just can't when I get up every two or three hours to use the bathroom and I can't roll over in bed without grunting. 

      Here are a couple of recent pictures of the children. They are really getting so big.