Snot and Gratitude

This is about all I can give you this week:

Baby Sister is coming this Monday, March 24, whether she's ready or not.  As for the rest of us, we have been effectively passing around some kind of bug for about a month now.  As a result, what should be a relaxing spring break before our surgery date has been filled with doctor's visits, pharmacy runs, and a lot of snot-wiping.  My biggest concern is getting Lucy to a non-gummy stage, both for her own comfort in this coming topsy-turvy week and so there won't be any issue with her meeting her baby sister on Monday afternoon.

Cartoons can really not convey just how huge I feel.  I've been told I carry small, that I don't look pregnant from the back, that I look great, but in reality it feels like I'm 85% baby and 15% vital organs.  Will's offered some verbal gems as I move around; as I struggled to get up off the couch, he vaguely asked, "do you need a hand?...a crane...?...jaws of life?"  And as I worked on turning over in bed: "Are you okay?  Only it sort of feels like the ISS docking."  I don't blame him for these comments; at least they make me laugh (a few seconds later, when what he's said has sunken in).

But we're ready.  I can't wait to meet our newest family member and bring her home and start this whole beautiful process over again.  I am thankful for an intensely supportive family and caring friends.  I am also thankful that we are merely buggy and not truly wanting for anything; I think of women across the world who are facing their pregnancies with so many more uncertainties and indignities than I am, and I know I am blessed beyond measure.

Who knows what or when my first post will be after next week.  Thanks for following along!