"Foppees" and the end of May

Elias has discovered blueberries. He calls them foppees. I don't know why. He also has started calling most things foppees. It's been a little confusing, especially when he's crying for "foppees," and I have no idea what he's asking for. Phew.

Anyway, he and his mother have been eating their weight in foppees and enjoying every minute of it.

Highlight of the weekend: sitting on the rug in Elias' room with he and Jeremy, eating foppees. E feeding them to his daddy, and his daddy reciprocating. I wish I had had my camera, but I'm hoping the sweet image burned into my mind stays with me for a very long time. It was a perfect, perfect ten minutes, in an otherwise pretty great day hanging out together at the Farmer's market and preparing for little brother.

Little brother, indeed. I'm 39 weeks today, and we are expecting this little guy to come very soon. He'll be named Josiah, and I have a feeling (and have had for awhile), that he's just going to slip right on into the family. And why wouldn't he? We have a spot waiting just for him.

There comes a time...

...in every pregnant women's gestation, when she walks into the bathroom to look for her leggings and comfy shirt (that she wore to bed last night and are less than clean but has to put on again right this minute because her "skinny" maternity jeans are driving. her. crazy), and doesn't see them, but does see the toilet and thinks, "Why not? If not now, then in 5 minutes."

That's where I am, now. Searching for something, anything, soft that fits under or over this crazy, swollen belly of mine, making thrice hourly trips to the bathroom.

36 weeks. And a day. But who's counting?

Getting it in.

I'm feeling a bit emotional today. It suddenly hit me that this is the last time it's just Elias and I during the day. Soon-- in about a month-- there will be a baby taking up most of my time. Jeremy is taking 3 weeks off of work to stay home with us, which is wonderful. So there is a lot of family time coming up. And that's good. After that, there will be brother-time. And that will be so good too.

But this is the last moments of our time together, just E and me. Making and eating lunch. Taking a walk. Watching Elmo and reading books. I'm trying to soak it up the best I can.

Why can't we fully appreciate the time when we do have it? Why is the threat of its departure the only thing that makes it dear? It feels like such a waste, but then again, I don't know if its possible or even good to fully live every moment, knowing that it's passing. Seems to me like it would be the most constant heartache.

Lots of cuddles today. Lots of taking time away from the I-need-to-do's and focusing on my still-my-one-and-only-baby boy.

sleepless

I titled this post "sleepless" and then realized that roughly a month from now I will remember what sleepless really is. Sleepless right now means tossing and turning from pregnancy discomfort, waking before it's time, and having to use the bathroom at least every two hours. Sleepless when the baby comes means, "Oh my gosh I'm going to die from lack of sleep." It means that I won't be able to worry about my own comfort in my lack of sleep, but that I'll have to take care of an infant--not to mention a very present toddler!-- a mewling, wriggling, uncomfortable, incredibly awake infant, in my lack of sleep. It will mean nursing, and eating, and drinking, and reading with no adherence to normal, functioning, blessedly human hours.

That is what sleepless really means. Lord, have mercy.

Sleepy Sunday

Literally. Both boys are sleeping right now (actually, all three! The little one in my belly is taking a nice break from kicking, after wearing himself--and me--during church).

This little guy grew this week: my belly is making it hard to put on shoes, cross my legs, and walk up the stairs with Elias.

Elias had another trying week... Although this one was a little better than the last one where he wasn't feeling well. I guess it's just the stage we're in: he wants to be more independent, but he's also a little more emotional, sensitive, and energized. So much energy. Speaking of which, he's learned to climb up chairs.

Lord help me. Seriously.

So right now, I'm enjoying that we're all home together, the cool breeze through the window, and our full bellies after lunch. (No, silly--Elias didn't eat lunch. Haven't you been paying attention? He ate 4 bites of a doughnut at church, 2 bites of a banana, and a cup of milk before going down for his nap.) Mama and Dada, however, had pulled beef and provolone sandwiches on some lovely whole wheat rolls. Thank you, slow cooker.

It's going to be another busy week--it always is--and I'm thankful for this quiet moment in the day. Quiet for the next moment or so at least--the little boy in my belly is now awake, and I'm sure the other two will follow suit soon.