It's all about the timing...

5:20 in the morning.  I have been awake since 4:00.  Thank you baby number three for removing all illusions that I will someday be able to get more than 6 hours of sleep consecutively.  I am praying for some magical years between young grade school and before dating and driving (where I will be forced by sheer panic to stay up until my kids get home)...where my kids love to sleep...but let's be real--by then I will be getting up multiple times to go to the bathroom and probably find 5:00 a.m. the best time to watch birds or something like that...
So I am awake and feel somewhat motivated to move that wretched picture of me a little further down the page until it becomes a distant memory for all of us.
I am almost 39 weeks pregnant (Saturday) and feeling every bit of it right now.  My body is tired and I'm quite cranky to tell you the truth.  You know that you are in a mood when you are looking forward to having a baby just so that you can be in place for a couple of days minus your kids.  It was just one of those days yesterday.  I think both of my kids sense the change and transition that is coming.
It started yesterday morning.  I woke up thinking that it could be the day.  It was a motivator considering I hadn't packed my bag or the bags for the kids...and I hadn't done the grocery shopping.  This concerned me the most.  So the kids were up by 6:15.  We were showered, dressed and off to the commissary.  Our commissary has these great carts that are like cars.  They sit two kids but the car part is up top...I can't really explain it but trust me, the cart is the highlight...that and the free cookie waiting in the bakery.  But in exchange for the blissful cart, you do not have as much space.  Not usually a problem unless you are buying for the apocalypse a.k.a. Baby Hicks #3.  There was a fire in my eyes yesterday.  Most people knew to get back.  By the end of  our expedition, things were falling out of the cart.  I was getting looks from people...which I automatically looked backed and telepathically told them to back off or I might just drop my baby on the floor.  They seemed to get the message.  But can I just say that despite the panic I felt and the beans and frozen pizza dough falling on the floor multiple times, my kids were amazing.  They behaved and were patient...and now I feel a bit guilty for the bad mood they have had to put up with...Thank goodness for new days.

Hoping by next post I have a new little one...
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